Alex

Mom was cool with me staying over tonight, but she wanted me back before Sunday for Church, which actually kind of...sucked. I know I shouldn't even think about that, but I just wanted to spend every moment I had with Jack. But nevertheless, I agreed and we were sat back at the Dawson's after 'band practice', Rian already having gone up to bed, leaving the two of us alone and watching rubbish night time TV that consisted of old CSI re-runs.

Jack was led with his head in my lap, and I was absent-mindedly playing with a few dark strands of his hair, the room illuminated by the flickering of the screen and filled with the quiet interrogations.

''Hey, Lex?''

''Uh huh?''

''We sounded fucking awesome today, don't you think?'' He asked, dragging his eyes from the program and up to me.

I gave him a small smile and a nod. ''We sure did.''

He sat up promptly, eyes fixed on mine, ''what's wrong, Princess?''

''Nothing,'' I shrugged.

''Sure about that?''

''Mhm, just tired. Promise.''

Jack leaned over to the small coffee table, reached for the remote and turned the TV off, leaving us in complete darkness, which I wasn't very fond of.

''C'mon, let's go to bed then,'' he said, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.

In my state of over-tiredness, I thought it would be funny to reply with ''Mr Barakat, are you trying to seduce me?'' Which just made him erupt in a soft chuckle.

He continued to practically haul me up the stairs to his room and got a spare blanket along the way as I'm a 'restless sleeper' and always steal his half. Oops. When we got to his room, I got the small bag I had brought with me and headed to the bathroom. I stripped myself down so I was stood in just my boxers and looked in the mirror. My body was littered with bruises, various colors, shapes, sizes... I sighed in defeat and pulled on my Batman pajamas, tugged a comb through my hair and brushed my teeth.
I walked back into Jack's room to see him stood half naked by his mirror, sweats riding low on his hips. I gulped nervously and pulled at the hem of my pajama tee, looking away shyly. He saw me stood in the doorway and smiled, turning the bedside lamp on and gesturing for me to turn the main light off, so I did and climbed into bed next to him.

My phone buzzed from the bedroom floor at that point, so I sighed, sat up slightly and rolled over the top of Jack, mumbling a 'sorry' and opening the message.

From; Patrick Stump
- Have you heard about the mathmatical plant? it has square roots!

I had to suppress my laughter so I didn't wake any of the Dawson's at Patrick's terrible maths joke. He'd always send them to me at completely random point in the day, whether it was 4am or in the middle of the school day...just as soon as he thought of one, bam, there it was, in my phone.

Jack rolled over so he was laying on his side, looking at me, ''what's so funny?''

''Just...Patrick. Hey, have you heard about the mathamatical plant?''

''Uhh...no?''

''It has square roots!" I held in my laugh again, but Jack didn't even so much as smile.

Instead, he rolled his eyes, took my phone and tossed it to the end of the bed before pulling me in by the collar of my shirt and pressing his lips roughly against mine. I froze for a moment, and then realising that it was just Jack. Yeah, I still had to get used to all of this, it was still all new territory, but I pushed my lips harder in to his. My over tiredness taking over my whole body as thought I had no control over it. You know that feeling you get when you stay awake for hours on end, usually at a sleepover with friends after eating your body weight in chocolate, and you go past tired so that you feel almost drunk? Yeah, that's how I feel right now, like a dizzy hurricane.
I carefully looped my arms around his neck, still cautious though, and shuffled closer to him and reluctantly parting my lips when I felt his tongue sweep across my lower lip. His hand then slid down my sides slightly and fiddling with the bottom of my shirt. I tried to ignore what he was insinuating, carrying on with simply kissing him, sometimes harder, sometimes softer. He then pulled me in even closer so that our bodies were pressed tight together...and I mean tight. I could feel his...crotch...on my crotch. And it was, uh, yeah.
Panting from the lack of oxygen that wasn't making it's way around my body, I pulled away, obviously giving Jack the wrong idea as he then pulled off my tee in one swift movement. I then became very self conscious and halted mid kiss, and he stopped too, opening his eyes, breathing heavy and making worried eye contact with me.

''What is it?'' He asked between breaths.

I looked down quickly, pulling the blanket up to my chin to hide myself from him, ''I uh, it's nothing...''

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-'' he said, hugging me when I suddenly hissed in pain as he pressed on one of my bigger bruises, ''Lex? What's wrong?''

My eyes were still scrunched shut, but I opened them just as he pulled the duvet back, and his gaze widened as he surveyed my naked torso.

''Alex I-''

''C-can we just...sleep? M'tired.''

''I don't-''

''Please?'' I almost begged, shifting back over to my side of the bed and staring at the ceiling.

Jack let out a heavy sigh and forced out a ''Fine.'' Which made me feel both bad and guilty, but I didn't say anything after that, I just let the awkward silence fill the air around us as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Notes

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