“Fucking dammit.” I yelled, getting out of bed.

I continued to swear, hate myself and freak out. I didn't know what to do. Of all times to come in my fucking room, Jack just had to walk in at that moment. I wasn't sure why he reacted the way he did. Was it cause he was mad at me for taking his best friend? Was it because he liked me too and now I just fucked up our relationship more than usual with no hope of fixing it and moving further?

“Ember, Ember!” Alex yelled throuhg my string of curses. “Calm your shit, we'll go after him. Let me just find my keys.”
“But did you see how pissed he was? Oh God, he probably really hates me now.” I cried.
“No, he doesn't. He might think he does, but he doesn't.” Alex grabbed my shoulders. “Listen to me, I've only seen Jack look like that once, and that's when his last girlfriend broke up with him. He likes you. Which is great, cause you like him. Now, we are going to go get him, sit him the fuck down, you two are gonna share your gross feelins and have your weird love thing go on.”

“Alex that's a bad idea. We can't just like, date or something.” I said, but Alex ignored me going through my clothes.
“Shut up, I know it's weird. Hell, I think it's a little gross, but I don't care and neither should you.” He got out Jack's....my shirt, and threw it at me. “Wear that, and....these.” He threw my aqua skinnies at me that matched the color of the Blink design on the shirt.
“Where will we even know where to look?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“I know where Jack goes when he's upset. It's a little coffee shop on Thames street.”
“And how am I supposed to get him to listen to me?”
“You're gonna have to figure that out.” Alex said, shoving me towards the bathroom with my stuff. “Get ready, think about it. From what I heard, you both no how to crack through each other's stubborn skulls.”

I sighed, and just got changed quickly, brushed my teeth, and just for luck, used Jack's cologne. When I walked out, Alex lead the way to his car, which was two blocks away, go fucking figure. We hopped in, and I started thinking about how I could even approach Jack now.

What if Alex was wrong? And Jack's just really mad for a different reason. Did he even remember our kiss last night? Even though I was drunk I can still remember what he tasted like. There was definite trace of alcohol on his tongue, but also a minty flavor that just screamed Jack in my head.

Why was I only thinking about that? I needed to a real plan for when we go to where the fuck Thames street was.

Then an light bulb went off in my head.

Maybe that is my idea. All this party shit started with a kiss.

Let's end it with one.

Alex finally stopped, and got out of the car leading me down the street. There was a small, in the hole, shop where he opened the door. We scanned the area until Alex nudged me.

“There he is.”

I looked to where he pointed and felt my heart drop. Jack was in a booth near the back corner, looking down into a coffee cup looking so...broken. Even from here I knew he was crying. I was expecting him to be mad, not this depressing. Alex gave me a small shove, and I slowly made my way over to the booth. I prayed Jack wouldn't notice me too soon and just run out of here. I didn't want to have to chase him through Baltimore.

I got right up to the booth, unseen. Jack was too lost in his thoughts to even register I was here. Making a small coughing noise, I got his attention.

The look on his face only made me feel worse.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He spat, sadness gone. Anger clear.
“Alex-”
“I thought I told you not to tell me anything about it!”
“Just shut up and listen.” I snapped, getting a little irritated. Jack looked ready to retort so I quickly spoke.
“Nothing happened last night. Nothing. Alex was only-”
“I don't wanna hear your excuses.” Jack mumbled, and got up, shoving past me to leave.
“Jack, wait.” I demanded, grabbing his arm.
“I said I don't want-” he yelled, looking towards me, but I just reached up and grabbed his face.

Everything from there went in slow-mo. I stood up on my toes while tugging Jack towards me. All I could focus on was getting my lips on his and when it finally happened my mid exploded with the feeling of fucking finally.

Jack visibly relaxed, his hands slowly resting on my sides and I moved mine from his face to around his neck. When we pulled away to breathe, I looked down, now incredibly embarrassed, slightly rubbing the back of his neck with my finger. I ignored the heat in my cheeks and found my voice to speak up.

“Please tell you remember this from last night.” I mumbled.

Notes

YES. MORE KISSING.