Red Band Society
Chapter Ten
Love
/ləv/
Noun: an intense feeling of deep affection
How could this even be? How could Jack, a kid I met only a week or two ago, love me? Was he just trying to pull ways out of his ass to get to me to talk and keep talking to him, or was he dead serious? I just looked at him with eyes radiating confusion. “What?” I hissed. “You love me? What the fuck do you pull me off as? A fucking twit?”
“Huh?” Jack quizzed.
“You love me as much as you love being here – not one bit! I swear, you throwing your fucking pity on me is bullshit, and what makes it worse is the fact that you're going to use the L Word against me to make me forgive you for what you said.” Jack looked at me as if I had a million heads. “I have never met anyone as low as you, okay? Never. Using love to get someone to stay in your life – disgrace.” I hissed. I, to the best of my ability with the fact my hands were tied down, pointed towards the door. “Now, listen to me this time, and get out.”
“But, Alex, ple –“
“Am I speaking English or what?! Get the hell out!” Finally, Jack obeyed, and he rose up to walk towards the door. He stopped midway out the door, his back turned to my view.
"You should really lose that stubbornness you have, Lex.” Jack suggested, “It’ll be nice to have when you have people actually trying to show you how much they care, and in fact, it'll be nice when people are actually trying to tell you the damn truth.” Then, Jack stormed out of the room and down the hall. I laid there with my lips rolled inside of my gully hole. Was on some reality show that I didn't know about? This was fucking ridiculous, and honestly, I didn't want to deal with it anymore. Maybe once I'm out of this crummy room, I'll be able to prove to these white coats I'm able to be released. Maybe.
The doctors kept me in that room for three days until I was able to be released to my normal room. When I walked into it, there was a new laptop on the desk, but there was also a note on it with a balloon beside it. I walked over to the items to examine them closely. The letter had a J printed on the front in blue ink, and the balloon had Dora the Explorer on it. What the … ?
I opened the letter and read it allowed:
Alex,
I know these passed few days haven't been great, and I know I haven't made them better. So, to make your day, today, a little brighter since you have been released, I want to show you how much I truly, well, you know, love you. If you really want to know how much, then meet me after your therapy session at the balcony. I promise that it will be just you and I.
I hope to see you there, Lex.
-Jack
P.S. I hope you like the balloon (:
I couldn't help but smile at the letter. He was too sweet, but wait, no! I was still mad at him! Then again, maybe I could go to the balcony, for grins and chuckles of course, to see what he had done to prove his so-called love for me. I took the note and folded it up. I shoved it into my pocket for safe keeping. I then took the balloon and put it into the vase that was on my night stand. It was right beside a photo of my mom, dad, and me from Christmas 2010. I picked it up and took in a deep breath. We looked so happy – I looked so happy. I almost took their little boy from them, and that mere thought was enough to make my gut do somersaults. They were probably still worried sick about me; even though, the hospital probably contacted them to let them I didn't jump. Either way, they deserved to hear that I was okay from my mouth, not the hospital’s. As a result, I walked over to the laptop, logged in, and pulled up the Skype. Instantly, my mom’s account made a chirp noise to alert that she was online – of course.
I clicked her contact, and the call soon began to ring. The first ring didn't even have a full life span before my mom’s face popped onto the screen. She looked into my eyes and immediately went hysterical. “Oh, Alex!” she wailed, “You're alright!”
“Yeah, I'm alright, mom.” I whispered. The guilt was taking over my body like a monstrous wave; it honestly caused me physical pain.
"Why you would you do such a thing, Alexander?” boomed a masculine voice – dad. He now stood behind my mom with his arms crossed, and you could see the dried tears that were on his cheeks. I had never seen my father cry, so that was another harsh blow to my abdomen. “Why would you try to end your life like that? You put us through hell, Alexander”
“I'm sorry, dad. I really am.”
“You better be. Don't you ever do that again, Alex! You hear me?” Dad snapped. Mom turned around and insisted for him to calm down. In response, dad scoffed and walked away. I looked down, the pain in my body increasing.
“You know how dad is when he gets worried, Alex.” Mom tried to make an excuse for dad’s outburst. I just gave her a small nod.
“I thought I would call you before my therapy session with Mr. Way, and Nurse Tay should be picking me up soon for that. So, um, I will call you back soon, okay?”
“Don't forget to, Alex! I love you so much.” Mom gave me a warm smile. Through my distress, I also grinned.
“Love you, too, mom. Bye.”
Mr. Way’s session was mostly him talking about how I shouldn't have done what I did, what options I could have done instead of trying to leap off a building, and how next time, I should contact his emergency line to have him come and care for me. I also talked a little bit about Jack, but I kept to how he hurt my feelings. I didn't mention anything about the love thing because quite frankly, it was none of his business. Plus, that would have added time to the session that I didn't want to deal with.
After my session, I stopped in the midst of the hallway to re-read Jack’s note. I knew it would be best to not stand up Jack and go. I mean, he went out of his way, I'm assuming, to make up somethings to prove his love to me, so I wouldn't want that to go to waste. I pushed the note back into my pocket and headed towards the elevator. However, halting me was Nurse Tay. “Alex!” she called out. I stopped, giving her an awkward wave.
“Hi?”
“I have been looking for you! Your dinner is in your room!” I looked over at the clock; shit, it was dinner time.
“Um, Nurse Tay?”
“Yeah?”
“Could I maybe have an extension on my dinner. Jack kinda wants to talk to me about something important on the balcony, and I don't want to keep him waiting.
“You aren't trying to do anything funny?” Nurse Tay asked curiously.
“Nope. I even got a note to prove it.” Nurse Tay shook her head.
“No need; I trust you enough. Just be back by 10:30, okay? That's the maximum time I can wait for you to have dinner.”
“Thanks, Nurse Tay!” I hurried into the elevator, pushed the button that would take me up to Balcony and waited to arrive on the designated floor. When I arrived on the floor, I could see illuminating lights outside. I walked towards the door, and my jaw instantly dropped. The balcony was laced in the lights, and Jack was standing there with roses in hand. I slowly walked onto the balcony with tears welding in his eyes. Jack smiled at my entrance.
“Hey, you.” Jack greeted. When I got directly in front of him, he handed me the flowers. I shakily took them, and I held them close to my rapidly beating heart.
“Y-You did all of this for me?” I whispered. Jack wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close to him. Our noses were pressed together, and Jack was smiling a mile a minute.
“Do you believe that I love you now, Lex?”
“I-I,” I swallowed the cement lump in my throat before continuing, “I do. I see how much you love me, Jack.” Without saying another word, I, making the first move, pushed our lips together passionately. The kiss lasted a few moments before we pulled away.
“I love you, Alex.” Jack cooed. I smiled, blushing lightly.
“I will tell you it right back, soon. I promise.”
“I can take that. But, I have one more question, Lex.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you be my boyfriend?” I gasped. He wanted me to be his boyfriend? I couldn't believe it; I had never had a boyfriend, and now, Jack wanted me to be his.
“Of course I'll be your boyfriend, Jack.”
/ləv/
Noun: an intense feeling of deep affection
How could this even be? How could Jack, a kid I met only a week or two ago, love me? Was he just trying to pull ways out of his ass to get to me to talk and keep talking to him, or was he dead serious? I just looked at him with eyes radiating confusion. “What?” I hissed. “You love me? What the fuck do you pull me off as? A fucking twit?”
“Huh?” Jack quizzed.
“You love me as much as you love being here – not one bit! I swear, you throwing your fucking pity on me is bullshit, and what makes it worse is the fact that you're going to use the L Word against me to make me forgive you for what you said.” Jack looked at me as if I had a million heads. “I have never met anyone as low as you, okay? Never. Using love to get someone to stay in your life – disgrace.” I hissed. I, to the best of my ability with the fact my hands were tied down, pointed towards the door. “Now, listen to me this time, and get out.”
“But, Alex, ple –“
“Am I speaking English or what?! Get the hell out!” Finally, Jack obeyed, and he rose up to walk towards the door. He stopped midway out the door, his back turned to my view.
"You should really lose that stubbornness you have, Lex.” Jack suggested, “It’ll be nice to have when you have people actually trying to show you how much they care, and in fact, it'll be nice when people are actually trying to tell you the damn truth.” Then, Jack stormed out of the room and down the hall. I laid there with my lips rolled inside of my gully hole. Was on some reality show that I didn't know about? This was fucking ridiculous, and honestly, I didn't want to deal with it anymore. Maybe once I'm out of this crummy room, I'll be able to prove to these white coats I'm able to be released. Maybe.
The doctors kept me in that room for three days until I was able to be released to my normal room. When I walked into it, there was a new laptop on the desk, but there was also a note on it with a balloon beside it. I walked over to the items to examine them closely. The letter had a J printed on the front in blue ink, and the balloon had Dora the Explorer on it. What the … ?
I opened the letter and read it allowed:
Alex,
I know these passed few days haven't been great, and I know I haven't made them better. So, to make your day, today, a little brighter since you have been released, I want to show you how much I truly, well, you know, love you. If you really want to know how much, then meet me after your therapy session at the balcony. I promise that it will be just you and I.
I hope to see you there, Lex.
-Jack
P.S. I hope you like the balloon (:
I couldn't help but smile at the letter. He was too sweet, but wait, no! I was still mad at him! Then again, maybe I could go to the balcony, for grins and chuckles of course, to see what he had done to prove his so-called love for me. I took the note and folded it up. I shoved it into my pocket for safe keeping. I then took the balloon and put it into the vase that was on my night stand. It was right beside a photo of my mom, dad, and me from Christmas 2010. I picked it up and took in a deep breath. We looked so happy – I looked so happy. I almost took their little boy from them, and that mere thought was enough to make my gut do somersaults. They were probably still worried sick about me; even though, the hospital probably contacted them to let them I didn't jump. Either way, they deserved to hear that I was okay from my mouth, not the hospital’s. As a result, I walked over to the laptop, logged in, and pulled up the Skype. Instantly, my mom’s account made a chirp noise to alert that she was online – of course.
I clicked her contact, and the call soon began to ring. The first ring didn't even have a full life span before my mom’s face popped onto the screen. She looked into my eyes and immediately went hysterical. “Oh, Alex!” she wailed, “You're alright!”
“Yeah, I'm alright, mom.” I whispered. The guilt was taking over my body like a monstrous wave; it honestly caused me physical pain.
"Why you would you do such a thing, Alexander?” boomed a masculine voice – dad. He now stood behind my mom with his arms crossed, and you could see the dried tears that were on his cheeks. I had never seen my father cry, so that was another harsh blow to my abdomen. “Why would you try to end your life like that? You put us through hell, Alexander”
“I'm sorry, dad. I really am.”
“You better be. Don't you ever do that again, Alex! You hear me?” Dad snapped. Mom turned around and insisted for him to calm down. In response, dad scoffed and walked away. I looked down, the pain in my body increasing.
“You know how dad is when he gets worried, Alex.” Mom tried to make an excuse for dad’s outburst. I just gave her a small nod.
“I thought I would call you before my therapy session with Mr. Way, and Nurse Tay should be picking me up soon for that. So, um, I will call you back soon, okay?”
“Don't forget to, Alex! I love you so much.” Mom gave me a warm smile. Through my distress, I also grinned.
“Love you, too, mom. Bye.”
Mr. Way’s session was mostly him talking about how I shouldn't have done what I did, what options I could have done instead of trying to leap off a building, and how next time, I should contact his emergency line to have him come and care for me. I also talked a little bit about Jack, but I kept to how he hurt my feelings. I didn't mention anything about the love thing because quite frankly, it was none of his business. Plus, that would have added time to the session that I didn't want to deal with.
After my session, I stopped in the midst of the hallway to re-read Jack’s note. I knew it would be best to not stand up Jack and go. I mean, he went out of his way, I'm assuming, to make up somethings to prove his love to me, so I wouldn't want that to go to waste. I pushed the note back into my pocket and headed towards the elevator. However, halting me was Nurse Tay. “Alex!” she called out. I stopped, giving her an awkward wave.
“Hi?”
“I have been looking for you! Your dinner is in your room!” I looked over at the clock; shit, it was dinner time.
“Um, Nurse Tay?”
“Yeah?”
“Could I maybe have an extension on my dinner. Jack kinda wants to talk to me about something important on the balcony, and I don't want to keep him waiting.
“You aren't trying to do anything funny?” Nurse Tay asked curiously.
“Nope. I even got a note to prove it.” Nurse Tay shook her head.
“No need; I trust you enough. Just be back by 10:30, okay? That's the maximum time I can wait for you to have dinner.”
“Thanks, Nurse Tay!” I hurried into the elevator, pushed the button that would take me up to Balcony and waited to arrive on the designated floor. When I arrived on the floor, I could see illuminating lights outside. I walked towards the door, and my jaw instantly dropped. The balcony was laced in the lights, and Jack was standing there with roses in hand. I slowly walked onto the balcony with tears welding in his eyes. Jack smiled at my entrance.
“Hey, you.” Jack greeted. When I got directly in front of him, he handed me the flowers. I shakily took them, and I held them close to my rapidly beating heart.
“Y-You did all of this for me?” I whispered. Jack wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close to him. Our noses were pressed together, and Jack was smiling a mile a minute.
“Do you believe that I love you now, Lex?”
“I-I,” I swallowed the cement lump in my throat before continuing, “I do. I see how much you love me, Jack.” Without saying another word, I, making the first move, pushed our lips together passionately. The kiss lasted a few moments before we pulled away.
“I love you, Alex.” Jack cooed. I smiled, blushing lightly.
“I will tell you it right back, soon. I promise.”
“I can take that. But, I have one more question, Lex.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you be my boyfriend?” I gasped. He wanted me to be his boyfriend? I couldn't believe it; I had never had a boyfriend, and now, Jack wanted me to be his.
“Of course I'll be your boyfriend, Jack.”
Notes
here's a new update!!!
how long do you think it's gonna take for alex to say I love you to Jack? o:
xoxo krys
@Candy_Monster
I was going to do one, but I wasn't really sure what to put in it and thought it was kinda pointless. But, thank you for the suggestion ❤
12/31/15