His alarm rang loudly in his ears, he laid in bed, groaning and grumbling to himself. He finally willed himself to get out of bed. He turned his alarm off and got dressed real quick. He put a pair of black baggy jeans on, a comfortable, baggy grey hoodie and a toque. He grabbed his glasses, too lazy to put his contacts in. More like too lazy to get them out of his suit case to put them in. He put on some deodorant and cologne, took his toque off and combed his hair out a bit. He looked at himself in the mirror quickly. He smiled, for someone who seriously wasn't a morning person, he didn't look that bad. He locked his front door and put his bags in his friends trunk.
The flight to LA took 8 hours, Jack had slept for most of it. He got off the plane with his carry on, excited to see his red haired friend again. He grabbed his other bag before looking around for Mark. There, in the middle of a small crowd, stood said man. Jack ran over to him and wrapped his arms aroun