I'll Keep A Secret If You Keep Me Guessing

Alex's p.o.v. *one week later*

I was pacing around my room, a smile on my face, trying to find some clothes. Jack's finally coming out of hospital, and I was all giddy for some reason. For the whole three week I've been visiting Jack whenever I could. The kiss we shared still re-played through my head. It was sort of special.

I'm changing, and it sometimes scares me. I find myself thinking more and more about Jack over them three weeks. I've been causing 'less' more trouble at school with the teachers and students. Is that all because Jack's on my mind? Can he seriously change me that easily?

"Alex, hurry. I know you're excited, but we've got to be there in ten minutes!" My mum called from the bottom of the stairs. She's never really met Jack before, only for a quick hello, but she still signed for Jack to stay with us for a few months until Jack's room is sorted out in...in that place I don't want to think about right now, or ever.

"Yeah, I'll be ready." I called down. I was lucky I took a shower last night. I grabbed some clothes, getting changed quickly and walking downstairs. We've got two weeks off soon. School holiday. I already know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna make Jack happy. He deserves care and happiness, and that's what he'll get.

I really don't know where all my 'make these months the best months ever' came from. I guess I sorta really care about Jack more than I thought I would. He's...special. Not in a bad way, obviously. There's something that draws my feelings towards him. Like a magnet.

"All done? The taxi's outside." My mum asks, walking from the kitchen with her money for the taxi in her hand. I nodded, un able to fight the smile. What will happen with me and Jack over the months? I keep coming back to that question with different, hopeless answers.

"Let's go." My mum sang, and we walked to the front door and out the house. We got in the taxi. It seemed strange that Mr Way...Gerard wasn't driving the taxi. I don't know, I guess I'm used to him being my driver. I buckled my seat belt in and watched as my mum handed the money to the driver. Then, we're off to the hospital.

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"Jaackk," I whisper his name, even though I'm sure Jack couldn't hear me.

"Wakey, wakey." I said a little louder. Should I be waking Jack up? Maybe he wants sleep? But he's due out if hospital today. Maybe let him sleep? Yeah.

"I'm just gonna let him sleep." I said to my mum. She nodded, patting the chair next to her.

"What? I didn't hear that, I was sleeping." I hear Jack's voice from behind. I smile instantly, turning around to be met with an awake Jack rubbing his eyes.

"Morning." He mumbled, taking his hands away from his eyes.

"Afternoon, don't you mean?" I chuckle, walking over to the chair beside his bed. He mumbled out a sorry.

"It's okay, how did you sleep?" I ask, looking at Jack. I was talking weird because my mum was in the room. It would be strange to start our 'normal' conversation while she's here.

"Alright, actually." Jack calmly says, looking directly in my eyes with a smile. He was actually talking comfortably, no stutter to interrupt him.

"Afternoon, Jack." My mum called over to Jack. Jack looked over to where my mum had spoke, smiling.

"Afternoon, Mrs Gaskarth?" He says, confusion in his voice as his reply came out as a question. My mum chuckled.

"You can call me Isobel if you want, but Gaskarth's okay." My mum kindly said. As I looked back to Jack, I could see something shining through his eyes, but when they turned back to me, I instantly snapped out of staring at his eyes, instead I decided on talking.

"So, Jack, good news... My mum has officially agreed on you staying with us for a while, but she can't sign the adoption form because of your dad when he comes out of jail in a couple of years. A-And that's why they decided to take you to Hollywood." I sighed, un able to even think about what's going through Jack's mind right now, and over the past week. Damn, even before I met him I wonder what he was thinking. Jack nodded, turning his head over to my mum.

"Thank you, Isobel." Jack smiled at my mum.

"It's quite alright. Now, are you ready to leave?" My mum asks, a wide smile on her face. I guess having Jack around will be like having another son for her. Jack nodded and got off the hospital bed he's been on for weeks. They only kept him here to check on how he's dealing with the whole situation, and apparently he's been taking it great.

After getting everything sorted out the the doctors and receptionist, Jack was free from that white room. My mum called a taxi when we were outside the hospital. We waited near the pick-up lane, the sun shining down on us. I turned my head around to see what Jack was doing. He had his head down, looking silently at the ground. He seemed to look saddened and troubled. I lifted my arm and poked his shoulder gently with my finger. When he went to look up, I looked away, smirking. Whaha, he'll never know who poked him. After about a minute, I confirmed that Jack's eyes weren't looking at the back of my head. I turned my head and looked at Jack with the corner of my eyes. He was looking down again, his arms across his belly. Was he feeling sick? I poked him again, turning my head again. I'm sorry, but this is fun and cute that Jack's wondering who keeps poking his shoulder when it's clearly me. More minutes past and Jack hadn't said a word about my poking. I turned around again, spreading my arm and finger out to poke him, but his head snapped up and I could see he was crying. I gasped. Oh shit. I made him un comfortable. I hurt him.

"Mum, call me when the taxi arrives, I'm just gonna take Jack over there." I pointed to the corner of the hospital where not many went by. She looked over to Jack who had his head back down and gave me a sad nod.

"Come on, Jack." I whispered gently. He nodded and followed behind me. His bare arms were still wrapped tightly around his belly. He was wearing a t-shirt and it was the first time I have seen him in one;he normally wears a jumper. Once we got to the corner I stopped and turned around to see Jack was a couple of centimeters in front of me.

"Are you okay, Jack? Fuck, clearly you're not. What's wrong?" I ask, looking at the boy who had his head down. He was looking at his arms. He shook his head, letting the tears fall down.

"Jack, tell me, you know you can trust me." I spoke calmly, watching the silent crying Jack in front of me. Was I irritating him by poking his shoulder? Maybe it made him paranoid. I'm a shit.

"W-What if p-people see them? I-I don't want people to look at them." He said quietly, stuttering.

"See what, Jack?" I ask calmly, letting Jack know I truly care, because yeah, I do. I care a lot. Jack's hand were shaking when he released his hands from the tight grip around his sides. He held his arm out and that's when I saw all the scars and cuts all up his wrist and arm.He was quick to grip his hand back around him, the cuts out of view.

"Me too, Jack. Listen here, I'm gonna do this for you,okay?" I ask, sucking in a deep breath. I started to un-zip my jumper.

"Do what?" He asks, looking at me, the tears still in his eyes and his cheeks painted pink. I un-ziped my jumper, pulling my arms out, taking another deep breath as they were exposed for the first time since what I did to them.

"A-Alex, no-"

"I'm doing this for you, okay?" I ask, interrupting him. I had successfully took my Blink-182 jumper off, handing it out for Jack to grab.

"Alex, what if-"

"For you." I sighed, begging Jack with my eyes to take my jumper.

"O-Okay, thank you so much." Jack breathed out, gently collecting my jumper and putting it on him. I smiled sadly at him. I looked down at my arms, looking over the scars and a few days old cuts. I smiled up to Jack, who wouldn't even dare look down at my arms. I must say, Jack looked really cute in my jumper. As I got a jumper that was a bit bit for me, it suited Jack perfectly.

"Alex! Jack!" I could hear my mum call. I did the same thing Jack had done, my arms around my belly. I shouldn't be afraid of showing them to the world. No... I'm not. I dropped my arms from my belly, letting the scars see daylight.

"Let's go." I smiled over at Jack, seeing the way he played with the ends of the sleeves. He smiled back at me, nodding.

We walked over to the only taxi in the pick-up area. I saw my mum sitting at the front. Me and Jack got in at the back. When Jack got in I patted the middle seat. He still had tears his eyes and I just wanted to hug him. Right now, I couldn't give two shits on what anyone thought. I buckled my seatbelt in, and Jack sat in the middle seat.

"I'm sorry, but I need to." I smiled before bringing Jack into my arms. His face showed confusion, but he rested his head in my chest anyway, looking outside the window.

"It's okay." Jack whispered, his arm around my waist.

Halfway through the drive, I could feel something ghostly touching my arm. I looked down and found Jack tracing the marks that my horrible self-harm did to me. What I did to me. I let him feel the bumps of scabs and softness of the scars. I leaned my head on his while looking outside the window, thinking over what could possibly happen over the next few months.

Once we were near home, I realised Jack's fingers weren't gently tracing over my arm anymore. I lifted my head up, feeling Jack's steady breathing hit my t-shirt. I looked down at him, finding out he was fast asleep in my arms. In my arms. Oh my god, he's so cute. Okay, calm the fuck down, Alex. The taxi stopped and my mum paid the taxi driver.

"Um, mum." I whispered, not wanting to wake Jack up. My mum's head peaked from beside the chair.

"Yeah- oh my God, aww." My mum whisper-fangirled. My mum doesn't find that this looks a little gay?

"You two are so cute. You're talking to me when we get inside about this." She said in awe, gesturing between me and Jack.

"It's just a hug, mum. He's tired." I defended myself, clearing knowing what see was getting at. She raised an eyebrow, and then gave me a daring look.

"Wake him up then." She smirked. I looked over to the driver, seeing his annoyed face. I then looked back down to Jack. He looked so peaceful, not to fucking mention that he's in my arms. My belly did some kind of flip at that thought.

"Mam, I have other people to pick up." The taxi driver said, trying to sound kind, but you can tell it was fake. I looked up to my mum. She giggled at me and then said sorry to the driver. She got out the car. She walked to my side, opening the door. Jack didn't even stir at the the cool air that hit. Well, he is wearing a jumper. My jumper.

Shit, I need to get my seatbelt off. Shit again, because Jack's waist was protecting it. Why don't I wake him up? No. No, I won't. I carefully let my hand reach for the seatbelt, pushing Jack's side a bit. I made enough room so I could un buckle my seat belt. Carefully, Ipulled the belt away from where it was around my waist and shoulder. Jack only make a weird noise with his lips, snuggling more. I rolled my eyes, one arm around his thighs and my other tucked under his neck. Okay, now the real difficult job: Getting out.

After getting Jack out the taxi, apologizing to the driver and saying thank you, I carried Jack bridal style up to my room. I was lucky I didn't make my bed. I placed Jack down carefully, watching him groan at something and then turn around to face the wall. He rubbed his nose against the pillow, pulling himself into a ball. Was the fuck fake sleeping, or does he do that when he sleeps? I smiled at him, bringing the covers over his body.

"You do have a caring side, don't you?" My mum asked, making me jump slightly. Her gaze went down and down and-

"Alex! What's that on your arm?!" My mum shouted-whispered. Shit. I looked down at the ground as I walked away from Jack, walking out my room.

"Alex-"

"Mum, I'm okay, I swear." I sighed, closing the door. My mum looked like she was about to cry.

"Alex, I'm sorry." She attacked me with a hug I hugged her back.

"No, mum, it's okay, seriously."

"I'm sorry I didn't know. Please don't do it again." She said, a sad tone to her voice.

"I won't, I promise." I smiled, bringing myself away from the hug. I looked at my mum, seeing tears in her eyes.

"Why is Jack wearing your jumper?" My mum smirked at me. Oh, okay then.

"Um, it's a bit personal, mum." I said truly. It was, and I didn't want to tell my mum if Jack wasn't comfortable with it.

"It's okay to like him, y'know." My mum blurted out.

"Muuum, what the fuck?" I asked, shocked. One, what the fuck? Two, how did she know. Three, what the fuck?

"Okay, okay, but he likes you." She said. Okay, seriously?

"Mum, you don't even know Jack that much."

"I know him enough to know he likes you." She said, teasing me. I sighed, letting out a 'whatever' .

"I'm being serious, Alex. Go for it." Her finally words were and then she walked down the stairs.

Maybe I should. But what if Jack doesn't feel the same? He must, he's kissed me before. Why has everything got to be so damn confusing and difficult?

Notes

Ohohoohohohohoohoo a bit of Jalex . :O cx Sorry for the long wait, I didn't want to update too soon because I wanted @MakeMeLoveATL to have a bit of a rest? XD You're welcome. I hope you enjoyed this. ^~^ Ey love ye. :)