He Hasn't Been Sober For Days

We sat down on the couch and I saw jack grinning slyly at me.

"what?"

"would you date me if I was gay for you?"

"I-I don't know, I don't even know you" I blushed redder than a tomato.

"dude, chill out, I'm kidding" he laughed.

"wasn't that funny" I mumbled. He elbowed me in my side.

"lighten up, man. Jeez, it was a joke. Just because you're hot, doesn't mean I'd be gay for you anyway"

"wait, you think I'm hot?"

"you're acting like you've never seen your reflection in a bottle of vodka" he answered. I wasn't quite sure how to reply to that.

"wow, sorry, do you not have a sense of humour? How inconsiderate of me"

"no, I just don't find jokes about something that's made me lose the thing most important to me funny"

"oh..sorry" he said genuinely. Our drinks arrived and jack put his on a small table, whereas I chose to hold mine in my hand. I took a sip, almost burning my mouth. We sat in silence for a few minutes, neither of us feeling the need to say anything. It was kinda nice to just be in the presence of someone who understood that there was nothing wrong with having a small drink to help you through the day. Lisa didn't understand me the same way jack did.

"you play guitar?" jack asked suddenly. I looked down in surprise at the feel of my hand in his.

"uhh..yeah..how did you.." I trailed off.

"I can tell by your skin. I know a fellow guitar player when I see one" his fingers delicately danced over my hand.

"you play too?"

"sure do. Was in a band once but they kicked me out because my 'drinking is an obstacle'. They replaced me. They're pretty big now, toured with greenday. All time low, you might have heard of them"

"oh yeah! They're pretty good. I've only heard a couple of songs"

"yeah. They're a bunch of gay ass fucks." jack said coldly.

"no bitterness there then" I grinned jokingly.

"oh, so you choose now to develop a sense of humour?" jack laughed with me. We both seemed to realise my hand was still in Jack's at the same time.

"sorry" Jack muttered as he let go of my hand.

We spent about 2 hours longer chatting before we decided to part ways. Sadness hit me as I realised I'd be going back to an empty house after spending so much time in someone elses presence.

"hey, jack! Um..here. Here's my number. We should jam together sometime..or..someth­ing" I blushed as I made a fool of myself. He plucked the scrap of paper from my fingers with a smile. He shoved it into his pocket as his smile faded.

"I'd-" he began to say something before stopping and letting out a small sigh.

"don't count on it. Look, you're really nice and you're hot and I'd like to spend more time with you, see you again, but..I'm going to hurt you, Alex. I'm sorry. If we don't speak again..good luck with your recovery, I guess"

Before I'd even comprehended what he'd said, he was giving me a friendly kiss on the cheek and walking away.

Notes

Chapter title song credit: No Typical Thursday Night - The Downtown Fiction


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