The Blink Show

Jack's p.o.v.

Finding Tom was a little hard, considering he was at one place one second, another the next. But I managed to find him on the field me and Alex sat on that one day, and nerves and disappointment filled my gut as I remembered my stupid actions.

He was with Mark, and they were both smiling and taking to one another, laughing at, what I assumed, dick jokes they made.

I'd love a friendship like that; long lasting. Maybe me, Zack and Matt will have that? We sure as hell can't cope without each other. I don't even know how they're not calling and texting me every five minutes.

"Oh, hey,Jack. Feeling any better?" Mark was the first one to notice me, his smile full of happiness.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better, thank you. Um, could I just borrow Tom for a second?" I asked, and Tom's brown eyes met mine. God, this was going to be so awkward. I needed to apologise, though, because my actions were out of order.

"Sure, but bring him back." Mark chuckled, but I could just see, just , see that he meant it, and was being a little protective. I found it strange, but hey, best friends can get jealous, right?

Tom stood up, mumbling something in Mark's ear before joining my side.

We walked around a bit, none of us saying a single word. I was still trying to find words to form, but it wasn't that easy when a person as intimidating as Tom was the answer. Not intimidating as in big, strong and likely to break your arm with their pinky finger, more like I saw him as a famous, successful, creative man that could say anything and it would mean so many things. He was more than that famous, successful, creative man, and I knew that. He was a great friend and a great dad.

We were walking beside the behind of the main stage when I decided that the silence had to go.

I let out a deep breath, a sigh, to relax myself and get rid of some anxiety before starting my speech.

"Look, um, Tom. About last night, I'm extremely sorry for what happened. I was out of it, but I know that is only one excuse. I mean, you're good looking and my idol, but I should'nt have kissed you. That was out of order and not really tolerant, so I apologise. I don't want things awkward between us, because you're amazing and I've only just properly got to know exactly who you are. I'm sorry for what I did." The weight on my shoulders disappeared in seconds, and I found myself relieved that I actually got it all off my shoulders. Now, I had to wait for Tom's reply.

I looked over and found his brown eyes staring at me again.

"Dude, no problem." Tom laughed, making my heart beat faster. No problem? That's it?

"Um, what?" I asked, kinda expecting a long rant of him where he loses himself, but all I got was; Dude, no problem.

"Yeah, I mean I'm not going to cry in a corner because you kissed me, Jack. I knew it was a mistake. I've been kissed by all guys." He said, lightening up the atmosphere between us. I gaped at him, then pushed his shoulder gently.

"You got me so scared! I thought you were going to hate me! Fuck." I actually found the situation a little funny now that I know Tom already knew it was a mistake, and I was so worried over telling him about it. But it was still serious, what had happened.

"Go on, kid. Be free and tell all your friends you kissed Uncle Tom." He hushed me away, making me laugh.

He's such a man-child.

Alex's.p.o.v.

I was sat on the floor in my bunkroom, playing slow songs to relax myself. That was until I heard a knock at my door and seconds later, Jack stepped in, a little smile on his face. I, however, didn't quite hold the same expression.

He walked over to me, sitting on the floor in front of me, removing my acoustic from me and pulling me into a hug.

"I didn't mean what I did." Jack said softly in my ear, pulling me tighter into the hug.

"I know." I let out a breath, looking up at the ceiling. That drunken kiss wasn't something to get all upset over. Sure, it was disappointing, but I knew Jack hadn't meant to. It's stupid for crying myself to sleep that night, really.

He pulled back, grabbing both my hands in his and intertwined our fingers.

"Let's forget about it, yeah?" He said calmly, a small smile on his lips. A little smile made its way to my lips, too, and I was unable to stop it.

"Yeah, just forget about it."

Notes

Dude, no problem, aliens.

I didn't proof-read this, so sorry for any errors. I updated in 7 days :o