I was sprawled up on the couch, waiting for Jack to arrive, when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly jumped up and ran to the front door and swung it open. My face lit up like a Christmas tree when I saw Jack standing there smiling. I gestured for him to come inside, and when he did, I quickly shut the door behind him, not wanting anymore cold air to get into the house.
He took off his shoes and leather coat and we both went to the living room. I plopped down on the couch as he put the movie in. And, what do you know, the movie for tonight was Home Alone. I chuckled and shook my head.
"What?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing. Just get your ass over here and watch the movie with me." I have him a half smile and curled up in my blanket.
He came over and sat down next to me and grabbed some popcorn out of the bowl I had set on the coffee table not even ten minutes ago. As the movie started we both just kind of laid back into opposite arms of the couch. I would glance over at Jack every once in a while. His eyes were just glued to this movie. And I could see him lip-syncing every single line. Jesus, how many times has he seen this movie?
I tried to stay focused on the movie, but my eyes kept wandering to Jack. It was probably the fourth time I looked at him, he was looking back.
"What?" he asked, chuckling slightly, "Is there something on my face?"
I shook my head. "No. I just think it's funny watching you while you watch this movie."
"Why?"
I shrugged.
He threw a pillow at me and laughed. "Weirdo!"
We finished watching the movie and headed to the kitchen for something to eat. Mum and Dad were on yet another date night. I was starting to wonder if they were just avoiding me, because they've been out almost every night lately.
I opened one of the cabinets and sighed. Everything there was so fattening. I had a couple pieces of popcorn, but Jack ate the rest, and now he wanted even more to eat. I shook my head at myself and backed away from the cabinet and let Jack search through it. I returned to the living room and sprawled out on the couch. A couple moments later, Jack poked his head around the corner.
"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, his mouth full of marshmallows.
I shook my head. "Not really, no."
He sighed and walked over to me, setting everything down on the coffee table before sitting down next to me. He finished eating his marshmallows and just looked at me with a worried expression.
After a few minutes of him just staring at me, I caved. "What?"
He sighed. "What's up with you? You like never eat, and whenever someone brings up food or you see food, you get all... depressed." He gestured at me up and down.
I sat up and looked him in the eyes. "I'm not depressed." Lie.
He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow. "How stupid do you think I really am? I know something's wrong."
I bit my lip and looked down. "I-It's nothing." Lie.
He sighed and ate a potato chip. "Fine. Whatever." He leaned back into the back couch cushions and just stared up at the ceiling.
After a few moments, I sighed. "Jack, did I ever tell you about Tom?"
He looked at me and shook his head.
I sighed again. "Tom was my brother."
Jack sat up and scooted closer to me like a child about to be told a story.
I looked down at my hands as I told Jack all about Tom. About how Tom was the only one I could open up to until I met Jack. About how he killed himself a couple years ago, which put me into a deep depression. My parents had made me go through therapy, and I eventually told them that I was better so that they would stop wasting their money, because therapy really didn't do shit.
I also told Jack that along with the depression came a few add-ons, including an eating disorder and self-harm. When he asked to see my scars, I told him no. I didn't want anyone seeing my scars. I didn't even like seeing them myself, but I had to anytime I looked in the mirror or took a shower. I had to deal with the regret for the rest of my life. And, sometimes, that was enough for me to create some new scars.
I would glance up at Jack through my fringe periodically through my story, looking at his unchanged expression of worry and sorrow. When I was done talking, a tear slipped from my eye and before I could even turn away from Jack, he was wrapping me in a hug and petting my hair. I turned my face into his shirt and sobbed. I had been keeping this all in for so long, it was a relief knowing I could open up to someone. As my sobs began to turn to sniffles, Jack pushed me away enough to look me in the eyes.
"Please don't do this to yourself, anymore," he said, wiping a tear from my cheek, "I can't lose a friend. Please."
I sniffled again, and, before I knew what I was doing, my lips were on Jack's. I quickly pulled away and looked at him, a look of shock on his face. "I-I'm sorry, Jack!" I placed my hands over my mouth. Bad, Alex! Bad!
Jack just shook his head and stood up. "It's fine, Alex. I-I'll... uh... see you tomorrow."
Before I could say anything else, he was putting on his shoes and jacket and walking out the front door. I curled up into a fetal position and continued to sob some more, but for a completely different reason than before. I probably just lost my best friend. I probably just fucked everything up. Way to go, Alex. You're such a fucking faggot.
My sobs were interrupted by the sound of a slamming car door outside. I quickly wiped the wetness off my cheeks and looked at the clock. It was after eleven! I sprinted up the stairs and jumped into my bed. I reached over to my clock, set the alarm, and then snuggled up into my covers, pretending to be asleep just in case Mum decided to check on me.
It wasn't long before sleep took me over.
Needless to say, I dreamed of Jack that night.

Notes

Ooooohhhhhh... Alex kissed Jack!
But will their friendship suffer because of it?
:o

-Ryan