Re write of my second one shot here, tapping! Rather short but still improved. Gotta say, I'm way more proud of these re writes than the originals but hey; 135 one shots are one hundred and thirty five lessons (and also realizing that I don't spell check things.)

Perhaps Jack is easily annoyed or aggravated, which rings true to when he walks out of his second class of the day. He just wants this day to be over, is already antsy due to how much noise has been going on through out the day and his ears are still ringing from it all. Hes standing outside of class fiddling with his hands and breathing out; One more class to go.

After checking his rather wrinkled time table he realizes that his last class is English something that he can excel in but also he remembers the raven haired boy that sits next to him and sighs.

Maybe, he has a crush on him but he doesn't want to admit it. Hes barely said two words to the guy, but the moment blue hues met brown; Jack felt his heart swell in his chest.

The guy is cute, a bit of a nerd; his long ish raven hair and a smile that could break a thousand stone hearts.

God bless Jacks gay little heart.

Hes already agitated when he walks into the class and wants it to be over as soon as possible, a dour expression on his features.

At least the raven haired boy hes totally not been thinking about is sat in his usual seat. Jack takes place next to him and decides to listen to roll call so he can catch the boys name. The woman at the front begins to read off names, hearing grumbled responses from all over the class.

"Mark?" The boy next to him utters a response back, Mark; it suits him Jack can't deny it.

The pair usually murmur sarcastic comments to one and other or have occasional banter. Mark, is a button pusher it seems; Although he may come off as shy, hes actually a bit of a troublemaker. Jack likes it, he decides.

Well he did until it was his buttons being pushed, on today of all days.

There are few noises and sounds that upset Jack. He likes loud things, they fit him; the loud music blaring through his head phones, his drum kit back home and hell, even his hair. (Which is the brightest of greens.)

But, the tapping or clicking of pens or pencils rattle his soul; And today his soul has already been rattled enough.

Mark, is clicking his pen AND tapping it against the table, much akin to some drummer only hes not playing some beautiful rock cover but instead hes drumming to Jacks demise.

"Mark, quit your tapping." Jack utters, but the tapping does not cease and Jack grips the table. Hes losing patience.

"Mark." He grips the other boys hand, stopping the blasted noise for a moment.

Mark has the utter cheek, to look Jack directly in the baby blues and proceed to tap his pen lightly against the table.

"What are you gonna do about it, greenie?" Its a challenge. They're close, within breathing distance and Jack swears he can hear his heart beat racing. Time stands still like the class around them doesn't matter and that they're the only ones in the room, the challenge Mark set lingers in the air and Jack grips it, grabs it.

He kisses him.

Its brief but its magic; Marks lips are soft and there's a faint scratch from his fine hairs on his chin and its over just as it starts, which sort of upsets Jack but the anxiety kicks in and his sensible side scolds him. 

It was worth it.

The pen scattering to the floor is the loudest noise in the room and when Jack pulls away hes smug, rosy cheeks and Mark looks dazed.

Even so, the confidence is still there and he turns to Jack.

"I won't tap the pen anymore but how about I tap you instead?" Jack can't help but laugh and so is Mark, clearly proud of his little joke.

The class give a cheer and a whistle, a noise Jack doesn't mind.