I wake up a few hours later to the sound of rain hitting the window and Jack steadily breathing next to me. To say I'm soothed would be an understatement. I love the rain, and I love Jack. I look at Jack's sleeping figure just to see his eyes flutter open. His mouth stretches into a smile and he closes his eyes again.

“Rain,” he mutters, still half asleep, smile stretching impossibly further. The rain always makes him smile.

I just laugh and roll over to the bedside table to retrieve my phone. 6 missed texts and 4 missed calls all from my parents. Shit.

From Mom: Where are you Alex?

From Mom: Alex I swear to god.

From Mom: Alexander if you do not answer me I'm calling the police

From Dad: Alex, I know your at Jacks but please come home.

From Mom: You have me worried sick, you're at that boys aren't you?

From Dad: I understand why your angry but we need to work this out.

I roll my eyes and groan. Jack looks at me with questioning eyes so I just show him my phone.

“So are you gonna go back home now?” he asks.

“Fuck no, not after what happened,” I answer quickly, anger lacing my words.

“What happened? If you want to talk about it,” Jack reaches up to brush a piece of hair out of my face as he questions.

“Lets take a shower then I'll talk about it.”

I grab his hand and pull him towards the bathroom. As the water heats I push Jack against the door, kissing him lightly on the lips.

“I love you a lot,” I whisper against his chest.

“I love you too gorgeous,” he mumbles into the top of my hair.

I smile and pull him into the now warm spray of water. We share a lazy shower, soft kisses in between washing each others hair and bodies. Jack slides his arms around my wet waist and hugs me from behind. We stand there taking in the comfortably warm water. I'm careful not to get my stitches too wet, but since its been far longer than 48 hours, I should be fine. As we stand there longer I begin to notice the stinging in my arms and legs where I cut the previous night. I forgot about that. I wonder what they look like to Jack. Basically my whole body is covered in cuts and scars at this point. Both arms, hips, ankles, all the way up my right calf and both thighs. The only clean areas are my chest, stomach, back (duh) and stomach. God I probably look like a monster. To get my mind off of it I turn around and face my love, hands placed on his chest. I look up at him trough my lashes and meet glowing eyes. He kisses my sweetly again before turning off the water.

We wrap ourselves in fluffy white towels and head back to his room where I dress in loose sweats and towel dry my hair, ready to spill my guts. Jack flops down on the bed and I follow, lacing my fingers with his as I begin to talk.

“Well first, we got home and I just wanted to go upstairs and sleep and call you but I couldn't because my mom wanted to talk. So I sat down and then she started asking me about you, which was weird, but she wanted to know why you were there the whole time and if we were in love so I told her and she said it was too soon and that she wanted us to break up,” Jacks eyes widen, “so I told her that that wasn't an option and went upstairs where I sat on my bed for like an hour until my dad came up. He had that audacity to tell me to go easy on my mother because she's 'been through a lot lately,'” I add air quotes to enhance what I'm saying as my voice gets angrier, “and so I got mad and I started screaming at him how I was defiantly the one who had been through shit, not her and how bad I wanted to die and that he needed to get that through his head and then I made him leave. After he left I broke down and fell asleep on my floor and when I woke up I cut and then came here,” I finish off with a sigh.

“What bullshit, why would she want us to break up? Doesn't she know we make each other happy?” Jack's voice is angry as he talks.

“I told her and she said 'obviously not if you still did this' and I screamed at her how someone can't come along and 'cure me.'”

“And how could she say she's been through a lot when.. when,” Jack can't finish his words.

“I don't know but its bullshit and I don't want to talk about it anymore,” I sigh out and look down at our intertwined fingers.

“Okay,” Jack brushes a piece of still-wet hair out of my eyes, “Hey, happy new years eve baby.”

“It's new years eve?” I whip out my phone to check the date. Sure enough, December 31st. Maybe I'll get a new years kiss this year.

While I have my phone out I should probably text my parents since they have texted 2 more times since we got in the shower. I pull my hand from Jacks and begin to type a reply. I type and retype about 6 times before settling on one text.

To Mom: I have no interest in coming home at the moment. I am safe and cared for and that is all you need to know. I will return home at some point in the future but as of now I need some time to myself. I was very offend by some of the things said to me, and the lack of understanding towards my situation, and would prefer to be in an accepting and understanding environment. I will see you eventually.

I read the text to Jack before hitting send and snuggling myself back into his embrace.

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The clock reads 11:55pm and me and Jack are on some random broadcast channel, watching the performers sing and waiting for the ball to drop. We have a large box of pizza between us, with only one slice left, and two beers stolen from the fridge down stairs. Not enough to get drunk, just enough to enjoy some pizza and beer like the teenagers we sometimes forget we are. The clock on the TV begins to count down and I smile to myself, knowing I'm about to get my first new years kiss.

3, 2, 1 and our lips meet, sweet and tasting of alcohol and peperoni. I move so I'm on my knees, head slightly taller than that of the cross legged Jack so he has to arch his neck to reach me, and roll my body into his, pushing the kiss deeper. I wrap my arms around his neck and move back down to his level, sitting in his lap. I smile against his lips and pull away. His dark brown eyes stare back into mine and I smile, really truly happy for the first time in a long time.

“Happy New Year Lex,” he breaths, our foreheads pressed together.

“Happy New Year love,” I answer.

Notes

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