Always

After the show, Jenna and Tay left, but I got their numbers to keep in touch with them throughout the tour and life, I guess. Jenna and Tay were really cool. I'll have to introduce them to Zack when he's not a party pooper.

Currently, Zack, my dad, Mark Hoppus, and I were sitting outside in the moonlight having a chat.

"Mark, isn't your son joining the tour? Jack, right?" Mark nodded.

"Should be here any - Jack! Son! How was your flight?" I looked up to see him. Are you fucking kidding me right now?

"Dear fucking Lord, I wanted to stab myself!" Jack shouted. "At least it was only a two and a half hour flight. I don't think I would have made it if any longer."

"You're such a drama queen, Jack," Mark replied. "Have you met Billie Joe?" Suddenly, Jack was starstruck. I rolled my eyes.

"Wait - No way! You did not tell me that you were touring with Green Day!" Mark and my dad laughed.

"It's nice to meet ya, Jack," my dad smiled. "Your father talks about you a lot."

"Good things, I presume?" My dad laughed.

"That's an unusually sophisticated word for you, Jack. Are you feeling okay?" Mark joked. Jack scoffed, turning around. He made eye contact with me, and he smirked. I hate my life sometimes.

"Alex? Zack?" He asked.

"Oh! Forgive me," my dad said. "Alex is my son. I assume the three of you know each other?" I nodded. "Great! Mark and I will leave you three to catch up and chat about whatever the fuck you talk about these days. Have fun!"

Don't leave me.

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"I knew you looked familiar." Jack exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I mean, when I first saw you, I could have sworn I knew or had seen you from somewhere before. Now it all makes sense!"

"Oh." I muttered.

I couldn't believe it. Jack was Mark Hoppus' son. I should've known. They've got the exact same sense of humor.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Jack asked out of the blue. Damn, I really wish Zack hadn't gone into the bus to sleep.

"What?"

"Why do you hate ne so much? Have I done something to make you dislike me?" He sounded so...insecure. Who would've known?

"Why do you think I hate you?" I replied finally, after two agonizingly silent, awkward minutes.

He shrugged, "I assume everyone does. I mean, most people do. They just want in because my dad is famous." I nodded in understanding.

"I feel you," I replied, settling my hand on his shoulder. "Look, I don't hate you. I mean, I did, because you irritated the fuck out of me, but I don't anymore. I've seen the real you. Nobody at school has, have they?" He shook his head. "Exactly. So, I don't hate you...anymore. I like you for you, not because, ohmyholyfuck, your dad is Mark Hoppus." Jack smiled. I like his smile. It's cute, just like him.

Wait...what?*

Notes

I feel like I'm rushing this story, but I feel creative tonight. -carynxo