Jack's loud snores echoed off the walls of the Florida hotel room. Suddenly, the snores were replaced with the sound of his ringtone, which was a man singing, "Wake up, grab a brush and put a little makeup." Groaning, Jack rolled over, breathing in the clean scent of the hotel pillows. He buried his head into them and mumbled, "Five more minutes," before lazily reaching for his phone and pressing the "accept call" button.

"'Ello?" he mumbled into the phone.

A deep voice responded, "Hey, we're almost at your hotel. You ready?"

Jack scrunched his eyebrows, trying to process the words. Suddenly he remembered.. Shit, he thought. He'd completely forgotten he was supposed to meet Mark so that he could carpool with him to that year's VidCon.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. I'm ready. Be down in a few," he quickly said into the phone. The second he hung up, he ran to the bathroom, shedding his clothes on the way. He stepped in the shower and, having no time to wait for the water to heat up, had to suffer through a few minutes of ice cold water while he washed his hair. Drying himself as he walked out of the bathroom, he quickly rummaged through his suitcase and pulled on a pair of boxers, jeans, and his black "Screw You Billy" t-shirt. He then grabbed his laptop bag, phone, charger, and hoodie, and with that, he was out the door.

Speed-walking to the elevator, he began rapidly pushing the button, to no avail. "Come on.." he said under his breath, before finally giving up and heading for the stairs. He took the stairs two at a time until he reached the lobby. He burst through the front doors just as Mark's car pulled up. Too out of breath to say anything, he simply nodded at Mark and hopped in the front seat.

Mark took one look at Jack and smiled. "You weren't ready, were you."

"How'd you know?" Jack wheezed out.

"Well, for one, your shirt's backwards."

Blushing, Jack looked down only to see that his shirt was, indeed, backwards. He pulled off his shirt to switch it around, but before he could but it back on, two voices erupted from the backseat. It was Matt and Ryan, Mark's housemates, whooping and hollering at shirtless Jack. Growing even redder, he quickly put the shirt back on before bursting into a fit of laughter at his own stupidity. Mark rolled his eyes before turning back to the road, and thus began their ride to VidCon. Laughter fading, Jack grinned and thought to himself, Today is going to be a great day.

Oh, if only he'd known how wrong he was.

Hello! :) I guess this is my first proper, published fanfiction. I know this chapter is really short, but it's just an introduction. The coming chapters should be longer. Also, the song I used for Jack's ringtone is "Chop Suey!" by System of a Down. Credits to artist.