Alex left Jack and I to go home ourselves, the ride home was quiet. Neither of us saying much.

It was a little awkward, but it gave me time to think about all this. Something I was pretty sure Jack was doing too. We both liked each other, which was great, but just as Alex pointed out we could just jump into it and run around telling the world about our new found feelings.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized just how bad it could get. I'm sure no one would take it as well as Alex did. He even thought it was weird, but was being a good friend. My dad would probably murder Jack and send me off to boarding school just to separate us. Which I did not want.

I looked over at Jack driving, and just stared at him for a bit. How did this guy even like me? He was so tall compared to me. I looked over his face, and just took note of his eyes, his nose, his perfect lips that look amazing whenever he smiles. I didn't even feel bad about having these feeling anymore knowing he liked me back. I guess I really just go on the 'fuck it' train and was heading toward 'whateverville.'

Maybe, maybe we could just sneak around. I don't know how Jack would feel about that, but I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to quietly live under the same roof as the guy I like without being able to do anything.

When we finally got home, we both just sat on the couch. I wasn't sure how to bring up my idea, and luckily, I really didn't have to yet. Cause Jack spoke first.

“How about we just spend this day together? Just us?” He suggested. “We could just hang out, and do stuff, and ya'know...”
“That sounds great actually.” I agreed, maybe I could just...slip in my idea somewhere during the day. I looked at the aftermath of the party. “Maybe we should clean up the house first.”
“Okay.” he smirked, and we both got up, and got to work.

I gathered up all the cans and bottles, while Jack took care of non-redeemable trash. We had tons of bags at the end of it, so we just dragged them outside now instead of waiting till trash day. I went to go get the vacuum while Jack headed to the kitchen to wash the bowls we used for chips and put away any left over pizza, there wasn't much, but hey. Why waste perfectly good pizza?

He got done before I did, and move the furniture back to the right spot as I finished up. When I went to put the vacuum away, I came back to find him laying on the couch.

“Ugh, I think my hangover came back.” He complained, rubbing his head.
“Well, good thing we're done then.” I said, and walked over. I stood where his head was resting on the arm and moved his hand before massaging his temples with my middle and index fingers. “Better?”
“Much,” he sighed. “How do you feel?”
“Honestly, kinda sick. But I'll live.” I shrugged, and continued to rub his head.

After about five minutes, Jack grabbed my arms and pulled my hands away from his face.

“We should watch something.” He said, sitting up. “And just be lazy.”
“I call picking out whatever we watch.”
“Fine, I'm gonna grab my blanket.”
“Grab mine too.”
“No need, we're sharing.” He called, heading up the stairs.

I went to locate the remote, blushing as ideas ran through my head. If we're sharing a blanket, does that mean we're cuddling? What are we even called right now? I decided just to roll with it and turned on the T.V, there was a marathon going on for Regular Show and Adventure Time, so I just switched the channel to that.

Laying down on the couch, I felt my stomach churn a little. With as quiet as a groan as I could manage, I rubbed it, silently telling it to shut up. I did not want to let this ruin the day. I heard Jack coming back down, and I quickly sat up, so he would have room to sit too. Leaning against one corner, I watched him walk over.

“Adventure Time?” He questioned, laughing.
“Shut up, you love this show too.” I pouted.
“I do.” He agreed, and sat down not quite next to me, but not far either, throwing the blanket over our legs.

Throughout the marathon, I went from picking at the blanket, trying to think of how to smoothly transition to cuddling, when I decided fuck it, and just leaned the other way. Jack jumped a little, not expecting me to be suddenly be laying against his side, but soon shifted so it was a little more comfortable for both of us. I silent praised myself, cause I had to admit, this was nice. Just being able to be close to him feeling his warmth, was basically enough. I didn't even feel my eyes closed, and soon enough, I was fast asleep against the pillow on earth.

Jack.

Notes

I think this might be tad short. I'm sorry.