I Know
I Know
I was new to the area, I was seven and scared. I walked next door, apparently there was a boy around my age. I eagerly knocked on the giant wooden door. A boy opened the door and smiled at me shyly. His mother stood behind him and my mother was talking to his very happily. We were happily escorted into the house by the American woman. I sat on the floor by the boy, Jack, but wasn't sure what to say.
"I'm Alex," I said.
"Jack but I think Mom said that," he spoke softly.
"I'm from Europe."
"I know."
He smiled softly showing it was simple knowledge and not rude behavior. I guess my accent kind of gave it away so it was a stupid thing to say. We continued to talk and I realized that Jack was awesome. I hoped that he was going to be my best friend for a long time. It felt right to talk to him, I liked it.
I started banging on Jack's door, desperate for him to open it. It was late, about 3 am, but his parents were out of town. We were about thirteen and May, Jack's older sister, was staying with him during this time. The door opened revealing a shirtless Jack with glasses perched on his nose carefully. His hair was messed up from sleep.
"Alex what's going on," he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"She...she...seperated...broke up," I sobbed softly.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a tight hug attempting to calm my breathing and tears. He pulled me inside the warm house and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. I guess I didn't realize how cold it was outside.
He sat me down at the kitchen table, making me a mug of hot chocolate. He took his mom's episode which was always the best. He sat the mug full of the delicious drink in front of me. I drank it eagerly, ignoring the burning in my throat. It help but I was still so broken, I needed her.
"I loved her Jack," I whispered.
"I know," he said.
He smiled at me, not in a flirting way but in a friendly way. He wanted to calm me down which was working. He wrapped his arms around me again, calming me from an attack I didn't know I was having. He was my best friend, one of the best things that ever happened to me. Hearing his breathing was helping me slow mine.
I was sitting on Jack's floor a guitar in my lap. I watched his ass as he bent over to grab something from the floor. I had been thinking about this a lot, trying to make sure I was right. He was gorgeous, very gorgeous. Who'd of known that I would begin to feel attracted to my best friend. I tore my eyes away from the boy standing in front of me. Only three years I had run here because some girl broke my heart.
"What's on your mind," Jack asked.
"I think I'm gay," I whispered.
"I know."
Jack's smile spread across his face. He threw the sheet music he was grabbing and tossed it to me. He smiled more affectionately at me and started to play the song we had been discussing. He was completely okay with everything. I smiled at him as I turned my attention back to the guitar that I was playing.
"I am too," Jack said.
"Really," I asked.
"You don't pay as much attention as I do you?"
"Does anyone?"
We both smiled and he faced the ground, restricting eye contact with me. I couldn't help but blush and not have to hide my face, seeing as Jack was still facing the ground. Why was he making me so flustered? I just didn't understand why I couldn't be normal around him.
I looked over at Jack, alcohol taking over my thoughts. We both were so gone, so drunk. I grabbed his hand, him smashing his lips against mine. He tasted like nothing other than booze and I was fine with that. He grinded against me eliciting a moan from deep in my throat. He bit my lip softly and pulled me up the stairs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he attached his lips to my neck, sucking a dark mark there.
Once we got to the room he threw me on the bed, locking the door behind us. I quickly started stripping, eager for Jack. He stripped himself down to his boxers and quickly straddled me reconnecting our lips. As he began to remove the last pieces of clothing from both of us. His breath was warm on my neck, I wanted him.
"Jack, please," I begged.
He obliged, and once the air was full of the smell of sex and sweat we fell asleep, my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me, both of us quite content. Actually content wasn't the right word, happy was the most accurate. I was happier then I'd been in the longest time.
I woke up with a pain in my ass but it was worth it. I looked up at the boy that I was lying against and smiled, the pain was worth everything. I wasn't going to say anything, not until he woke up. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled softly at me.
"My ass hurts Jay," I muttered.
"I know," he blushed softly.
I looked over at the boy who was now walking across the stage. We were eighteen and we made it, graduation. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I'd been thinking about that night about a year ago where we slept together. It wasn't planned, we hadn't talked about it since, any of that. To this day it was still a simple feeling that I couldn't forget if I tried. He always felt like home.
Once he finished walking across the stage he took his seat again, way behind me. I knew I'd see him again once the ceremony was done but that seemed endless. I needed to talk to him, I needed to let him know something. Finally, we were allowed to stand up. I grabbed my hat, throwing it up into the air, knowing I'd never see it again. I looked up, the hats looking like hail, falling softly to the ground.
We walked out slowly, we were all trying to get to the room where we'd actually get to the diploma instead of the empty holder. I was going to wait until we were out of the small room to talk to him. I grabbed my folder and walked outside to wait for the skunk haired boy. I saw him walking over to me, a stupid grin on his face.
Once he walked over to me he wrapped his arm around my waist, connecting our lips softly. Sparks seemed to explode in my stomach, it was right this time. This time we were doing things right and it was well worth it. This time I could taste him and only him. He didn't taste like alcohol or anything other than him.
I pulled away and stared at the quiet boy, my best friend, my first time. I couldn't help but smile as a blush spread across both of our faces. We were the only two people that were there anymore and it was the most exhilarating feeling. One part of me wanted to rip his clothes off and let him fuck me senseless. The other part of me wanted to kiss him again.
The second part won as I reattached our lips, his kiss felt like home, like the only thing I'd ever need. Why had I waited so long to do this? Why did we never talk about that night where we were both drunk? It didn't matter, I had him now.
"I love you," he whispered.
I smiled, "I know."
Notes
So, the other day my ex and I were talking about our relationship so part of this is based off of it because it was in my mind. It's supposed to be kinda cutesy and I really hope y'all like this.
So, I met my roommate today and she is awesome. I'm a little more excited for college (well as excited as I'm going to be, I'm still freaking out inside). I leave in a month and it's a really weird feeling, I'm nowhere near ready but it's coming up really quickly, guess there's not much more of an option. Oh, and I bought a new bass yesterday (my first big purchase) it's a Warwick Corvette in red. I love it.
So, I probably won't be able to update again, my laptop charger is broken and I'm actually getting a new laptop soon. I'll be able to update once I get that seeing as it is difficult to do so on my phone. Thanks for understanding :)
Leave a comment and rate if you enjoy :)
Also, sorry for the long author note.
- Jess