Mark decides to work with JB for the ASC talent portion, and doesn't understand why Jackson's so annoyed with him. Jark, Markson, w/e you call it. 

"Everything that kills me...     "...makes me feel alive."     "His cheekbones are more sculped. His skin is clearer. Even from here, I can tell he's grown. He's put together, he's neat in his suit and tie, and here I am, standing in my jeans and rolled-up sleeves, my red hair desperately in need of a brush, working at the local coffee shop. "Hey, Mark." His voice is deeper than I remember it,

Mark remembers someone he almost but never completely forgot.     I'm posting this with the option of either turning this into a ch. fic or leaving it as a oneshot. It was planned as a oneshot and won't promise anything to you guys because I really got no idea if I'd enjoy making this longer.

For some odd reason, Jackson gets de-aged for ten days. "Mawk." Jackson calls. "Hey, Mawk!"

“What is Jark?”

Jackson is intent on mending Mark's messed up heart.

af·fec·tion n. A tender feeling towards another; fondness. Feeling or emotion. Often used in the plurar: an unbalanced state of affections. From the day Mark and Jackson met— somehow both knew they'd be close, but how close no one not even themselves knew at that time when they first met.  

Mark has been crushing on the small dude who's always wearing a black cap and is always coming to school on his skateboard for almost two years now. It's thanks to a certain Junior that Mark's finally able to have a proper conversation with his crush.