I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and dry tongue. Why does crying always make me feel like such shit the next day? As I come to my senses a little bit more I feel a arm draped around my torso and immediately feel better. We had somehow turned in the night so that me a Jack were spooning, him being the big spoon. I turn my body so that my nose is poking his chest, and look up at him. Jack is absolutely adorable. His mouth is slightly hung open and his eye lashes are fanning against rosy cheeks. The blonde chunks in his hair are unevenly mixed with the brown, and pieces of it are sticking straight up in the air while others lie flat against his neck. I don't have the heart to wake him up, but luckily he begins to stir a little bit. His eyes flutter open and make contact with mine. He closes his eyes again and smiles lazily.

“Hey Lex,” Wow his morning voice is hot. Its rough and gravely but somehow still sweet.

“Hey Jacky,” I smile back at him, “Wanna go get some breakfast?”

He nods and mumbles out some sort of reply, so I roll over him and begin to walk towards the bath room while saying “I'm gonna take a shower first.” because I feel really gross after crying all night. I pull my sweats forgetting about the cuts on my legs.

“AH SHIT,” I breathe out, apparently a little louder than I thought because not 5 seconds later Jack is rapidly knocking on the bath room door.

“You okay Lex?” he sounds a little frantic.

“Y-yeah Yeah, I'm fine Jacky don't worry,” I try to sound as convincing as I can but my leg is stinging like a bitch. The cuts had healed to my pants in the night, and I ran my knuckles over them while pulling the pants down my leg.

“Okay, well tell me if you need anything.”

I 'mhm' at him through the door and quickly turn on the hot water because I'm beginning to bleed again. I hiss as the water first hits my leg and it takes everything in me to keep quiet and not worry Jack again. To distract myself from the pain I begin to quietly sing,

Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me"

I notice that I have begun to sing quiet loudly and am suddenly scared Jack can hear me, so I quickly rinse out the rest of my conditioner and turn off the water.

I dry my body and tape some gauze over my leg before walking into the room with a towel hanging low on my hips. Some of the scars that travel up my stomach are clearly showing, but Jack obviously already knows I cut, so I don't really care right now. If they were the deeper ones on my hips I may care, but these are thin and short, much unlike the long, dark purple ones on my hips.

“Nice singing Lex,” Jack winks as I walk in, “Nice body too,” he says looking my body up and down.

My cheeks grow hot and must be a viscous red, so I look at my toes as quickly before mumbling out “Shut up,” and walking to my closet to grab my outfit for today: gray skinnys, black v-neck and a beanie so I don't have to style my hair as much, “Turn around, I know you want to see all this, but we barely just met,” I gesture at my body and top it off with a wink.

He does as I say while I quickly dress and tell him he can pick out whatever he wants to wear and just give it back later, before sitting in front of my tall mirror and beginning my hair. As I'm blow drying my hair and wait for the straightener to heat up, Jack begins to get dressed in front of my closet. My back is turned to him, and I can't help but sneak a glance in the mirror. Damn. I quickly divert my eyes back to my hair as I feel my self start to grow hard at the sight of him. He has one hell of a body, but I feel really weird about thinking about my friend in that way. Who could deny it though, I have a massive crush on Jack.

I finish my hair by pulling on the beanie and straightening the pieces that stick out. I stand up and slip on black vans and a purple hoodie with the sleeves pushed to the elbows and layer on my stack of bracelets.

“You ready?” I ask turning towards Jack to see him dressed in red skinnys and my mickey mouse hoodie and styling his hair in my tall mirror.

“Mhmm, what are we eating,” he spins on his heel to look at me with eyebrows raised and a small smile on his face.

“Well my mom left me like 35 bucks for dinner last night, and I didn't end up eating, so we could use that and go to Ihop or something”

“Awesome,” he smiles and follows me out the door.

**

After breakfast me and Jack spend the rest of the day together, driving around a little bit, and then coming back to my house for some video games and movies.

Its not until we're cuddling on my bed watching Home Alone and eating the candy we bought earlier when things get a little... different.

I have completely stopped watching the movie because to be honest I really don't like it, and watching Jacks face is much more entertaining. He's mouthing all the words in time with the movie and his eyes are lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning. His eyes are exactly what I'm watching when he looks up at me. His face falls from the open mouth smile it was in and he locks his big round eyes with mine. I move my glance down to his lips and feel his body shift a little bit under mine. I look back up and notice him moving closer and closer to my face. My eyes flutter shut and I lean in a little until our lips are locked.

Butterflies erupt from my stomach as we meet and I freeze a little bit before moving my lips in sync with his. Soon I'm running my tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance, which he immediately grants. I am in pure heaven, Jack tastes of grape jolly-ranchers, which I never had much of a taste for until now, and honey for some reason I'll never know. He rests his hands on the back of my neck and pulls me closer into him.

Things get a little more heated as I push Jack on his back and straddle his hips with my hands on either side of his head and our tongues fight for dominance. Jack pulls a little bit at the back of my hair, and I can't help the small moan that escapes the back of my throat. Its when my hips begin to grind against his leg on their own terms that I decide it's time to slow it down and pull away. I look Jack in the eyes with a dorky smile. His face is flushed and his lips are bright red and wet. He smiles back at me and chuckles out “Wow.”

“Hey Jack,” I start, suddenly a little nervous.

“Hey Alex,” he says in the same tone.

“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to be my boyfriend?” I flick my eyes down to the sheets and I begin to twirl my fingers in them, still straddling Jacks lap.

“No,” he says flatly and my faces falls. I look at him again with my mouth slightly open, “Of course I will you dip shit,” he laughs and pushes me on my back, kissing me again and taking dominance this time. His lips move up my neck and to my ear, nibbling a little bit on my ear lobe. I begin emitting small moans and Jack puts his lips against my ear,

“I saw you looking at me earlier,” he whispers, causing my cheeks to grow a deep red, and a shiver to run down my spine as his breath fans against my neck. Jack presses on more small kiss to my lips and returns to watching Home Alone, leaving me insanely turned on. What a fucking tease.

Notes

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