I honestly don't know where I got this idea from, but yeah sorry I havent uploaded earlier (Whats a schedule  amirite? Request will be up on Saturday, Im trying to back log writings so its easier to upload on time so apologies for weird uploads. I love you guys, 8.8K Reads Jesus thats mind blowing. I have just realized it isn't acorns that keep spiders out its pinecones??? Oh whale, Acorns fit better tbh :D

  Jack sat on the gravelly path, taking down notes about his surroundings and adding little details to make whatever he was writing pop. It was more of a writing exercise than anything else, he'd always get lost in characters and forget about atmospheric details. He thought that at this small park with the sun barely setting was a good place to do that. It cleared his mind and he didn't look like a creep because no children were here, probably too busy playing on some new console. 

He huffed his green hair from his eyes and he continued to write, his writing becoming messy as his hand started to cramp but damn, he was on a roll and couldn't stop now. Unfortunately, A certain red headed boy passed, tripping over Jacks bag which caused him to panic.

 Jumping up he starred down at the American boy who was laying in a pile of acorns due to tripping over Jacks bag. He got up however, scratching his neck. "Sorry I-" 

He paused before looking at the pile of acorns, who carried acorns of all things, in their bag? Jack did apparently. "Its Okay, Yes I carry, collect, acorns or whatever... It keeps spiders out." He shivered if there was one thing in this life Jack hated more than cold coffee or stale cookies it was spiders. 

Mark just nodded, before laughing. Causing the green haired boy to become flustered as he scrambled to put the acorns back in his bag. The, now flustered boy was about to head off, embarrassed and annoyed that Mark had disturbed his writing. "Wait no! Ill walk you home." Mark stated, catching up with Jack. Truth was, he was curious about the boy who carried acorns in his bag.

 They went to the same school and the Irish boy always sat at the back of the class, Mumbling answers when the teacher called on him. Mark would see him sitting by the tall tree outside the school at lunch, scribbling things frantically and eating as quickly as he could. Jack always spotted Mark at the front of the class however, answering questions confidently and sitting in the cafeteria, laughing with whichever group he was with. Which seemed to change on the daily. As they walked in silence, Mark racked his brain for things too say.

"Sorry about disturbing you, Im always the clumsy one. What were you doing anyways?" Jack sighed. "I was writing." Mark seemed to perk up at that, "Oh! What do you write?"
"Nothing specific, I was just working on detail." Mark nodded, that made a little more sense.
"I guess you're super scared of spiders then, considering the acorns." Jack rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I hate them." He shivered, thinking about the creepy crawly insects. They arrived at Jacks home, and he smiled at Mark, it was a thank you seeing as he hadn't smiled the whole time. The red headed boy wasn't so bad. Before Jack entered his house Mark mumbled.
"Can I have your head, for a second?" Jack was confused but did it anyway, cue awful chat up line, he thought.
Mark wrote his number on Jacks palm, in black ink from the pen he pulled from his back pocket. "If you ever need a spider killer or what not, call me." Mark beamed. Jack laughed "Ill never wash this hand again!" He fake swooned, but thanking Mark. Well, that's one way to do it.