I laid with Jack until he stopped crying. I kissed his neck, his cheek, his hair anywhere while telling him I'd always be here. I only walked away before cause there was no getting through to him, but I never would just leave. Once his shoulders stopped shaking, and his sniffles died down, I tugged him a little to get him to look at me. He rolled over, staring at me with now red-ringed eyes. I leaned in and kissed him gently.

“Jack...hun.” I spoke up, rubbing his sides. “We should tell our parents about us.”
“What? Why?” He asked, looking confused. “I thought you wanted-”
“I know I said we should wait until the record thing gets sorted out, but I can't keep sneaking into your room to help when you're hurting. I want to be able to just hold you, and tell you everything will be okay with us, regardless of who's around.”
“But...but what if they don't approve? What if they try to separate us?” He asked, started to tear up again. “I-i don't think I could handle that.”
“Shh, baby, it's okay.” I hugged him tighter. “I won't let that happen, okay? I'd do anything to stay by you, you know that.”
“When do you want to do this?” He whispered.
“Tomorrow. We'll sit them down when they both come back from work.”
“A-are you sure this is a good idea?: He sniffled, and I bushed away a few tears that escaped his eyes.
“Yeah, I'm sure.” I smiled. “I don't want to hide us anymore.”

I closed the distance between again, bringing our lips together for a long, slow kiss. Jack tasted a bit salty, from all his crying, but I didn't care, I just wanted to stay connected. This, sadly, might be the last time we get to kiss for awhile after tomorrow. I refused to tell that to Jack though, I want him to truly believe we can make it. We will, eventually, but maybe not right away.

Jack pressed his lips harder against me, hands on my hips and pulling me as close as possible to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lightly licked the him bottom lip. Jack's mouh opened, and our tongues met in the middle. It was slow, and sweet, nothing sexual was in this kiss. Our tongues stroked each other slowly, and took turns tasting each others' mouth. I ran one of my hands up into Jack dark colored locks, feeling how soft they were. I felt his hands slide slightly under my shirt, his thumbs rubbing circles into my sides.

I wish people didn't have to breathe, cause then we never would have pulled away. We continued to just lazily make out, never not kissing for more then a couple seconds. I don't know how long we were like this, but when we did stop, I smled.

“Feel better?”
“Yeah,” he gave a small smile back. “Please don't let me go.”
“I never will.”
“Even when I ask you too?”
“I'll fight you every time you try to make me.”

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The next day, Jack started pacing about an hour before his mom came home. My dad would arrive probably around twenty minutes after her. I told him I would do most of the talking if he wants. That if he has a fit, just to leave the room and I'll explain it all, but he was still so worried.

“I don't know if I can do this.” He complained, I got him and made him stop pacing. I took hold of his face, and made him look at me.
“Jack, calm down and please listen to me for once. Just breathe, in and out.” I took breath in and let it out slowly, glad Jack copied my example. “Don't worry. I'll tell them, I'll explain. Alright?”
“You shouldn't have to do this alone.”
“I won't be alone. You're gonna be there, and you can speak up if you want to. Okay?”
“Okay.” He nodded, relaxing a little.
“And remember, if you feel like you're gonna have a fit...”
“Leave the room.” He finished.
“Good. I'll come get you after.”

We sat on the couch, I held Jack hand, reassuring him that everything will be okay. I kept him calm, and he didn't even flinch when his mom came home. I asked her to sit down with us and wait till my dad came home. She didn't say anything, just seeimg lost but did as I asked. About forty-five minutes later, Dad walked through the door. I got him to sit down too.

“Joyce....Dad...” I started. “Jack and I have something to tell you.” They both waited patiently, clearly having no clue what we were going to say.

“We're dating.”

Notes

Sorry this is so short (/-\)