A Daydream Away

Jack’s POV

“Alex!” I screamed, finally spotting him. I forgot how big the park was, and I’d spent a good 15 minutes trying to find him. He was situated under a huge tree, his knees pulled up to his chest with his arms wrapped protectively around them. His hands were tucked into the sleeve holds of his sweatshirt, just like they always were when he was tired. I had called them sweater paws, since he looked like a tired little kitten.
“Fuck off, Jack” he replied, not bothering to look up at me.
The venom in his voice tore through me like a bullet, but I kept jogging towards him, not caring if he hated me or not.
“Alex” I repeated, speaking softer this time. He didn’t respond this time, only looked at his legs.
“I’m sorry” I stammered “I was… that was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I don’t know what I can do or say to make you forgive me but-”
“There is nothing you can do to make up for what you said to me. I trusted you. I thought…” he moved his hand to wipe his nose. It wasn’t until then that I realized he was crying “…I thought we could be friends. But I guess you really didn’t care after all.” He sniffled out, still not looking at me.
Instead of responding, I slowly moved to sit down next to him. He didn’t move away or protest, so I just sat there in silence with him.
It was a few moments before I finally found the right words to say.
“Look… I’m not going to make a big speech or anything because I know you don’t want to hear it, but I do want you to know that I do care. A lot actually. In fact, I-”
I cut myself off. Confessing my love for him wasn’t the right thing to do at this point. I knew that somehow, it would just make things worse.
“You what?” he inquired, his voice in a whisper.
He finally turned to me, and our eyes locked. Through the red puffiness and the tears, I could see something swimming in his irises that I had been too damn stupid to see before- love.
I smiled, knowing so much more about him through that one look than I’d known about anyone else in my entire life. My heart skipped beats when he was around. He never failed to appear in my mind, even when I could bear to have him there. I was always craving his touch, and I never went a day without wishing I’d run into him on a street corner or in a coffee shop. I imagined growing old with him and doing music together and always being in love.
I was so caught up in him. His eyes and his nose and the way his lips were parted as his last words hung in the air. Suddenly, there was only one thing I could possibly do. There was no thought I could think that told me anything else was right.
So, I did the only thing that was right to do.

I kissed him.

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