Deer In The Headlights

Alex's p.o.v.

"What was that all about?" I asked, turning my head to Jack. He didn't even answer me. Instead, he placed his un-casted arm and pulled my head closer to him, connecting our lips. I was slightly shocked at first, but seconds after I started to kiss him back. Fuck, Jack tasted great. It was a mixture of hot chocolate and his own taste. He pulled me on the bed with some struggle, but it worked. Jack's legs were between mine as I was on my hands and knees, hovering him. I smiled down at him, placing my lips back on his, my eyes closed shortly after. I could hear Jack's heart monitor beep slightly faster. Jack bit down on my lip. I smiled more into the kiss, keeping it slow and not rushed. Then, sudden realisation hit me. I was making out with Jack, in hospital. I pulled away slowly. We both needed air anyway.

"J-Jack, what about people finding out?" I panted slightly, my eyes staying on Jack's.

"So what?" Jack looked slightly upset. I bit my lip.

"Have you suddenly forgot that I'm your therapist?" I asked. He looked twice as upset as he already was before. Shit.

"No. You were my therapist, Alex. Not anymore," He frowned, but anger was shown through his voice. Now I've made him angry?

"Why do you care if they catch us? You don't wanna be seen around with me, do you." He said, blinking his eyes. He stared in my eyes, never leaving them. He looked like he was trying to read what I was thinking. We stayed in silent, me not knowing what to say. I wasn't ashamed of Jack, I just didn't want people finding out. He's seventeen, I'm a lot older. Only a couple of years, but still.

"Why Alex? I thought you fucking love me!" Jack began to grow more angry.

"Jack! Of course I love you! It's just...there's a big age difference." I sighed, leaning down to kiss Jack, but he pushed me back.

"Just get out. I...I'm angry and I don't want to hurt you." Jack pushed me slightly. I kept my hold though, not moving.

"Alex, please. Just go!" He said, voice full of anger, but eyes full of tears. I shook my head no.

"Alex, m-my anger p-problems can get bad. I-I don't want to-" I cut Jack off by moving to the side of him. I laid beside him, hugging him immediately.

"Then take it out on me." I quietly said, snuggling into him, my head in his neck and my arms wrapped around his waist. I nozzled Jack's neck with my nose.

"Alex, stop it." He said, sounding annoyed. I kept rubbing my nose against Jack's neck even though he told me not to.

"Alex st-"

"Not until you told me what's wrong, " I nozzled his neck again. I felt a tear hit my nose and it made me stop instantly.

"Jack?" I asked worrying. I lifted my head up, placing my self on my elbow. As I looked over at Jack's face, I could see he was crying.

"Jack, what's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head, turning his body and face away from me, wincing slightly as he moved his injured arm. I pouted, wrapping my arms around Jack and pressed my body against his, my nose tickled in his hair.

"Seriously, Jack, what's wrong?" I asked, becoming more concerned. It was silent for a moment, but I heard Jack whisper.

"I don't wanna live anymore."

My heart shattered. He really was broken. Why would he want that?

"Jack, don't say that..." I frowned, my grip becoming tighter around Jack's body.

"You shouldn't have saved me. I didn't want you to." Jack sounded so broken as he spoke those words. I knew it was a lie. Why else would he tell me he was bleeding out? It's because he knew he didn't actually want to die. He has so much to live for. He's saying he doesn't want to live anymore. What about me? Has he not thought about that? I heard very light sobs coming from beside me. I decided not to argue with him and say he was lying.

"Jack, shh. It's okay. I love you, alright." I hushed his quiet tears, my thumb drawing a soft pattern on Jack's hip. I never knew he thought like that. I guess I don't know Jack as much as I thought.

"I- Really? Do you really love me?" Jack asked quietly, turning over, yet again wincing at his arm. I don't know what brought Jack to that. Of course I love him. He knows that! Why is he suddenly not believing me?

"Jack, I really don't know what's brought this on, but I wish you'd tell me. You know I love you." I said, staring into Jack's sort of red eyes from where he's been crying. His lip trembled, letting me know he was fighting the tears again.

"It's just...I don't know. It's what my mum said about me. All them true mean words. It got me thinking. How could someone like you love someone like me? I'm a mess. A fucked up mess." Jack sighed, wiping the one tear that got to escape. He isn't a fucked up mess. He's fucking perfect and I love the way he is. I really need to tell him this more often.

"Jack, who ever decided that you're a fucked mess, is wrong. You're perfect and I fucking mean that. I love you so much, I just... I sometimes forget to function because of it. I don't believe you're fucked up in anyway. It will get better, remember that. I want to help you on the road to recovery, but not because I'm-was- your therapist, but because I love you with every inch of my heart, Jack. So much." I shyly smiled at him. Jack opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again, and then opened it.

"I love you too, Alex." Jack let out a cheeky smile. I suddenly found the moment funny and I let out a small chuckle.

"What?" Jack asked, seeming confused. I just laughed again.

"Us. W-we're so cheesey. I don't know, I found it funny." I let out one more chuckle. Jack leaned forward pecking my nose with his lips, making me instantly blush.

"I really like your laugh." Jack smiled. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, my laugh? Huhahauheuehuahauh funny." I laughed again, taking the piss out off my own laugh. Jack ended up laughing too.

"You're a weirdo." Jack looked at me in disgust. I gasped in shock and 'hurt' as I frowned at him.

"Fine then," I huffed, crossing my arms, "Be like that." I moved my body away from Jack, pretending to act hurt.

"But you're my weirdo, so it doesn't matter." I heard Jack say from behind me.

"Nope, can't talk to me when I'm sad." I said, trying to add that extra sad tone to my voice.

"Don't be sad, I love you."

"Ohh." I howled, remembering the time I acted like a sad puppy.

"Okay, now I don't love you."

"Ohhh." I smirked.

"Alex, don't." I heard Jack sigh.

"Ow, ow, ow, owww." I bit my tongue to stop laughing.

"Do you need a plaster? You sound hurt." I heard Jack giggle from behind me.

"Oh, yes please. The Hello Kitty ones though. They're the best ones! Hello Kitty is my hero." I exclaimed, turning my body and instantly kissing Jack. He let out a tiny gasp. Our lips moved together so perfectly. I pulled away, smirking.

"Hey! I was enjoying that!" Jack shouted.

"Well, I'm still sad. Plus, I need to get up." I smiled down at Jack as I sat up.

"Why?" Jack followed, sitting up too. I realised the serious tone in his voice and I sighed.

"I have to leave soon. In like, ten minutes." I sadly smiled to Jack. I honestly didn't want to leave, but I have to.

"Oh." Jack seemed like he didn't want to be left all by himself.

"Jack, are you going to go back to therapy?" I asked, suddenly changing the subject, even though there wasn't really one.

"I-I don't know." Jack admitted, lowering his head slightly.

"You know it'll be for the best." He really needs it, no matter what he thinks. He was kind of happier at therapy. I could tell it was working. Just being able to talk things out. That's what he needs. Even though we mostly made out at my work, I could still tell it was working out.

"O-okay, I will. I'll have to tell my mum, though." He shrugged. I smiled at him.

"Plus, we'll get to make out a lot there." I laughed lightly.

"I guess so." Jack grinned, his hand suddenly touching mine. I kept in a gasp as my belly hurt. The butterflies. The belly flips. They hurt because they're so strong. A bit like Jack. He hurts, but that's because he's strong. I love him for that.

Notes

Meheheeheh. ellooo. Two days since I've updated. oh noes. Sorry ^~^ But 'ere. I know it's a bit Meh. I actually have no plot for this story. D:' But yeah.