3 hours 18 minutes. That's how long we have until the nurse comes in for the final check and probably, hopefully, lets Jack go home. I can't really see why she wouldn't but I guess you never know. Today is Monday, meaning we're missing school. It didn't take much to convince my mom considering she feels insanely bad for us (although she thinks it was a car accident) and she knew I wouldn't leave his side.

My fingers are currently twined with Jacks, and he's sitting next to me in the bed. I have yet to shake the distant feeling that he's been giving me. Usually he would be on my lap and his long fingers would be firmly grasping mine. Instead he's barely pressing his body into me and limply holding my fingers. I continue to shrug it off and assume he is just shocked by all that has happened, but I can't help but think he just doesn't want me anymore.

In the days since we've been here, I still haven't cut myself, and the urge has yet to come back. The thoughts of suicide have not yet left my lips, but continue to spiral around my head. I'd tell Jack, but I'm not sure this is the best time. I'm still not entirely positive this was all an accident, and if it was I don't know if the next time will be. Jack seems more depressed than ever, as if his emotion distress is correlated with mine. My only hope is that he keeps his promise to never leave me.

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3 hours 18 minutes and one successful check later, I'm in the back of Jacks car, fingers laced loosely with his, and a permanent frown stuck on my features. I'll I want now is my Jack back, the one who I'm inches away from loving, the one who I hope feels the same for me.

Joyce drops me off at home and proceeds to take Jack back to theirs, since neither of us have been home in 3 days. The first thing I do upon reaching my room, is collapse on my bed and cry. I should probably say sob, considering my breathing is choked and eyes stinging within 2 minutes. I don't really know where the sobs came from, but they seemed fitting. My mind started spinning with thoughts that Jack was being distant because he finally realized that he was too good for me, that he deserved better. Surely a good boyfriend would prevent him from getting to that hospital in the first place. A good boyfriend would make him happy. I can't do that. I'm to depressed myself to make anyone happy.

Despite my better judgment, I decide to text Jack and express these emotions to him.

To Jacky: I'm not good enough for you.

From Jacky: What the fuck are you going on about.

I don't really know how to respond to that so I don't, and not 2 minutes later, Jack is texting again.

From Jacky: Alex, I think we need to talk. I'm coming over.

Shit shit shit. I jump out of my bed and over to the mirror propped against my wall. Just as I expected, my eyes are bloodshot and hair sticking up in all directions. Before Jack can make it, I change into a black sweatshirt and plaid PJ bottoms and try my hardest to get my hair and face into some sort of order. The door bell rings in what seems like a matter of minutes (but was actually more like 15) and I run down stairs to let him in.

As soon as the door is open, a PJ clad Jack is wrapping me in his arms and pulling me to his chest. I feel him wince slightly when he presses his forearm around my waist, but he doesn't pull away. After a few minutes he pulls away and grabs my face in his hands before pressing a rough kiss against my lips. My heart pounds in my chest and the kiss is over all too soon for my liking.

Jack swipes his hand under my eye where I notice the tears have begun to spill over my lashes again, “You've been crying. Don't do that,” Jack says matter-of-fact and kisses right under my left eye on my cheek.

I laugh lightly and pull his right arm, sending his lips crashing back into mine. I thank the God I don't believe in that my parents aren't home as Jack begins to lick along my bottom lip. I gladly open my mouth because it has been way to long since we've done this. Jack presses his tongue against mine and I can't help the moan that escapes the back of my throat when he moves his leg in between mine. I grind down lightly before moving my hand up the front of his shirt and rubbing Jack's lower back. He moans back and grabs my ass. I yelp a little before realizing that he's lifted me off the ground, and quickly wrap my legs around his waist. My fingers knot themselves in Jacks hair and I tug lightly, successfully earning a groan from him. Jack fumbles up the stairs, still holding me up. I can tell he's kind of struggling but those worries go away when he pushes me back against a wall a rips my shirt over my head. Jack carries me the rest of the way to my room and throws me on the bed, taking off his shirt before climbing on top of me and feathering kisses down my neck and towards my collar bone. Jack licks his way to that sweet spot behind my ear and focuses for a while, leaving a bright read mark. He continues to kiss down to my nipples before sucking on each one and then moving down until his lips were ghosting my pant line.

“J-Jack,” I beg.

In response he begins to slowly work my pants off my body, leaving me in just my boxers underneath him. No longer wanting him to be the one in charge, I flip Jack so that I'm on top and move my lips to his jaw line. I suck a few deep red marks into his skin before moving my hands down to the elastic of his PJ pants. I slide my hand in and lightly palm him through his boxers. I am pleased with my work when I hear Jack begin to whimper below me. I slide his pants the rest of the way off his body and begin to move my way down to his now fully hard member. I stop myself, remembering the deep, healing wounds on Jack's wrist.

“Am I hurting you?” I ask, words coming out rushed.

“No, why would you be hurting me?” Jack breaths out, and I point at his wrist, “No, No I'm fine, don't stop.”

“Do you wanna go all the way?” my voice is shaky, and I'm suddenly really nervous, I'm not ready.

Jack shakes his head, “I don't think either of us are ready for that.

I let out a sigh of relief and nod before moving my head back down. I ghost my lips over the top, deciding to tease a little.

“A-Alex, hurry up,” Jack whines and I smirk before closing my lips around the head. I flick my tongue over the slit before moving my way down and holding what I can't fit in my mouth, in my hand. I bob up and down until Jack is moaning like a whore above me, begging me, faster, harder. I oblige and soon he's coming down my throat with a deep call of my name. I reach my hand down to my own member and quickly pump before feeling my hand replaced with Jacks. He pumps me to completion and I call out his name as I come hard in his hand.

I crawl up to Jack and bury my face in his neck, breathing heavy and covered in sweat.

“Your perfect for me, idiot,” Jack whispers and places a kiss to my hair. That's all I really needed to hear.

Notes

Omg its been so long i am so sorry

But hey, here's some smut! And i was going to break them up in this chapter and decided not to so, your welcome.

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