I don't know how to act in social situations. My brain can't. Just can't. Plain and simple. Social Anxiety is what the doctors call it.

Even thought these are my friends, and I should feel comfortable. But I've only been they're friend for a short while. And I really don't know anything about them. Except Jack, I know a lot about Jack. Only the stupid little things, but the stupid little things make people happiest you remembered them.

Like he grew up with Jack Skelington as his role model.
He knows every word to Home Alone, and is secretly working on Home Alone 2.
He had never actually ate a full burrito, as much as he loves them.
His favorite word is 'Gear'.
He can't sleep if it's raining or he's wearing socks.

I could go on about the things Jack has told me about himself, but I've learnt more about his body language.

Jack flicks his hair when he's scared.
Coughs ironically when he feels awkward.
Moves his feet when he's lying.
Scratches his neck when he compliments someone.
Licks his lips when he's deep in thought.
Cracks his knuckles when he's worried.

Just stupid things.

"There you fucktard! The stupid movie is over!" Erin yelled at Jack from the floor, snapping me out of my thoughts.

We, of coarse, were currently watching Home-Alone, but know that it was over, everyone was shuffling around and teasing Jack for liking the movie. Making fun of certain parts. I cracked a smile, and let out a soft giggle, which made Jack bring his attention to me.

"Alex?! You think this is funny?!" HE asked his mouth gaped.

"Y-yea." I said, finally joining the others in full on laughter.

Jack just shook his head, mumbling, 'I thought you were different Alex' joining us all in on the laughter.

The night went by slowly. But I opened up a little more and a little more with each hour. The night wasn't at all as dreadful as I thought it would be, I actually had a lot of fun. But to be completely honest, I couldn't wait for everyone else to fucking leave!

Finally when everyone did, it was only me and Jack.

Currently we were cleaning the basement. It's crazy how the four people and myself can make such a mess.

Me and Jack kept glancing at each other, and whenever we would see the other starring, it would resort we snapped our heads away smiling. Yea, I liked Jack, a lot. But I'm no where near crazy enough to even began to think he likes me too.

"Hey Lex, can I ask you something?" Jack said. Him calling me Lex made me smile. He hadn't called me it all night, and I thought he had forgot about it. Guess not.

I 'hmm-ed' a response and Jack continued.

"Erin, earlier today, caught you like it was nothing when you fell. And-and she said you weighed as much as a feather. I guess... It's worrying ya know. You don't look fat. And your jeans are always loose. Dude, your fingers they're like bones. How-how much do you weigh? Honestly."

I tenses as I heard him crack his knuckles. He really can't care can he? Surely not. Why would anyone care? It's not like Jack will die if I starve to death. No one will. No one but me. And still, I'll be lucky if my memory remains.

"You cracked your knuckles..." I said softly. I didn't look at Jack, but I listened to Jack. He was setting down the large garbage bag that was in his hand.

"So?" He asked walking towards me.

I felt myself physically freeze. Why was he coming near me? We were suppose to be cleaning.

OH SHIT! ALEX! I mentally screamed at myself. I brought up his body language now he's going to think I'm crazy if I explain it.

"Being around you the past couple days... I've noticed your body language. You do certain things to indicate how you feel. Like, you cough when you feel awkward. Or move your feet when you're lying. Cracking your fingers... Well... That means...-" I trailed off. I had finally looked at Jack, he was starring at me with a blank expression. We were only a ruled length apart. So close... But not close enough.

"It means?" Jack pushed. I dropped my gaze and whispered.

"It means you actually care." I sighed.

Me and Jack stood there for awhile, taking each other in. Just starring. I got my first real look at the boy, in all honestly I was looking for something I didn't like. Something that would help me get over the tall , lanky, skunk haired boy. And you wanna know what I found? Nothing.

"I do care Lex." Jack finally said, caressing the side of my cheek.

I flinched a little, when he pulled away all to soon. His touch lingered on my skin.

"No. Jack, really? We just met. You don't." I said setting down my garbage bag, putting my hands on my head.

"I don't give a fuck how long we've known each other! I still feel this weird connection with you! Lexy... I really do care." Jack cracked his fingers again.

"Stop cracking your fingers." I said walking to my bag. I know what I needed.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. Stop changing the subject." Jack snapped.

"I've barley said a word these couple of days! How can you feel a connection with me!" I said a little to harshly. "No ones ever felt a connection with me." I said turning back to my bag.

I grabbed the little wooden box.

My insides twisted and turned. The floor rocked but and forth, shifting in and out of me. My hands started shaking, the little beads of sweat appearing on my forehead.

I slipped the little wooden box in my pocket, bonus of having such loose jeans.

"I need to go to the washroom." I said to Jack, grabbing his shoulder for balance, he starred at my hand and nodded.

I didn't have time to think about his action, there was only one thing on my mind right now:

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!

I locked the bathroom door and did exactly that.

I sat down on Jack's tub. Shaking my leather jacket off, I took the box out of my pocket. I heard the clink and clank of metal together, and the room stopped shifting around me. I let out a deep breath, taking the key out from under my sweater. I brought my face down to the box so the key would reach.

I took out the sharpest blade I had. Usually what I do in public. I do have rules, I can't go on a wild cutting spree in Jack's bathroom. So, sharpest blade, 3 or 4 cuts. Just enough to get me threw the day.

I set the box on the counter, being quiet so Jack wouldn't hear, seeing I don't know where he is standing.

I sliced one, hissing at the pain. It was deeper than I though I had pressed, but I didn't care.

Once for telling Jack I was gay. That was stupid. No one was suppose to know.

Another slice, this time the pain was relieving. I felt okay now.

Twice for falling on Erin. That was stupid. She almost found out.

And two more, just for extra comfort.

I wrapped toilet paper around it, then twisted my sweater back around it, and for extra protection, I put my jacket back on. I flushed the toilet and ran the sink, actually washing blood off my hands. I tucked the box back in my pocket. I twisted open the door, Jack was standing leaning against the wall watching me. Twirling something in his fingers.

He walked close to me, oh so close, our chests were touching. My breath hitched as I looked up at the taller male, who was already looking down at me. Butterflies , hardcore butterflies irrupted in my stomach. I honestly could have puked, if I wasn't sucked in and melting over his eyes.

"Lex... I really do care about you." Jack whispered, leaning down to my face. He put his hand on my neck, out noses brushing against each others.

"Can I kiss you Alex?" Jack whispered even softer than before.

"Please..." I whispered breathlessly.

Jack pushed his lips against mine softly. I wasn't having it, I wrapped my hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. Thats when it really started. Jack kissed back harder, twirling his hands in my hair. I moaned a little, so, of coarse he took the opportunity to bring his tongue in to explore. And I let him, our tongues twirled together, than I let him search my mouth. Jack pushed me against the wall, and I wrapped a leg around his hip. This time I explored Jacks mouth.

Everything about him was perfect. The way he is, the way he looks, smells, tastes, everything is just perfect.

We finally pulled away, needing air, we panted in each others faces, smiling to one another.

Sweet love is born right then.