Miss You Already

I guess Jack has always been there for me right from the word go.

After moving to America after my father's death when I was younger I stood out from all the other kids.
My strange accent.
My clothes.
Basically everything made me stand out from the crowd.
But that was before I met Jack.

Jack was the first kid to speak to me after getting over the shock of a new kid starting the school since it was a tiny school and hardly had anyone new starting let alone a shy 6 year old British boy.
If I remember correctly I was just messing around on my own when Jack came over to me.


"You talk funny." A 6 year old Jack laughed as he sat next to me.
"So do you." I said shyly and hid behind what ever I could.
"I'm Jack." He said and offered me his hand.
"Alex." I said quietly and shook his hand.
"Want to be my friend?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Awesome! We're gonna make so much trouble!" He said and grabbed my hand and we ran off.

True to his word we made a lot of trouble

"Here Alex, I dare you to put paint, glue and all sort of shit in Mr Jenkins coffee." A 15 year old Jack said quietly in my ear.
"Only if you do it as well." I said and looked for where Mr Jenkins was and he was out the room.
"Now's you chance." Jack whispered.
"Fine you keep watch!" I said and we both got up.
Jack watched the door while I put a load of paint, glue, pencil sharpenings basically anything I could get my hands on.
"Code Red!" Jack said and ran to his seat.
In mine and Jacks language code red meant teacher was coming.
I quickly went back to my seat and we both carried on like we haven't done nothing.
Mr Jenkins went over and had a mouthful of coffee.
I looked at Jack and he looked at me and we just laughed quietly to ourselves.

But as we left school and became old enough to legally drink alcohol and go to clubs. We changed our ways and became drinking buddies and saw who could throw up first or get laid.
Most of the time we never got laid since it was normally me throwing my guts up because I couldn't handle my alcohol.

"Jesus Lex your such a lightweight!" A 21 year old Jack said as we walked down a dark road since I normally crashed round Jacks.
I laughed.
"Im not the lightweight your the fucking lightweight!" I slurred and poked what i thought was his arm but wasnt so I landed on my face.
Which made Jack piss himself with laughter.
"Ha! Look who's gone and fucking pissed himself!" I laughed loudly as I tried to get myself up.
"Fuck off lightweight, at least I didn't fall in fucking stinging nettles." He said and helped me up.
"Yeah well I didn't piss myself!" I laughed.
Jack linked his arm with mine and we both walked down the road staggering all over the place and singing drunkly.

He was even there for me when my mum died.
I will always be thankful for that as I never had a family after mum so Jack took it onto himself to be my family.
Even when I told him I was gay.
He never judged me only made a load of jokes about it, which is what Jack does.
Anything serious was always a joke to him.

"Dude, I have stood in front of you naked." A 23 year old Jack said after a serious heart to heart about me being gay.
I chuckled.
"Don't worry, your like a brother to me, so your dick is safe with me." I said.
"But still. We even slept in the same bed." He said and sat more next to me.
"So, you give the best cuddles and a good big spoon." I said.
He chuckled.
"We are definitely finding you someone." He said and slapped my chest.
"I can do that myself." I said and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Right, what about the last person you was with?" He asked
I looked down.
"He was different." I whispered.
"So phoning me at 3 in the morning crying your eyes out and blubbering to me that he had hit you is different." He said.
"Well I have learnt from my mistakes and I'll find mister right." I said.
Jack yawned and moved and climbed into his bed.
"Joining gay boy?" He asked.
I smiled and moved and cuddled into his side.


As time went on we sort of went our separate ways.
But me and Jack was still as close as anything.
Jack found a girl called Rosie and they got married.
I found someone called Alfie.

"So I don't even know what's wrong with Rosie right now." A 29 year old Jack said as we had a coffee together.
"I dunno, I dont get how girls work. I only just get how Alfie works." I said.
Jack chuckled.
"Maybe she just needs some girl time or something." I said.
"I don't have a clue what's wrong with the stroppy cow." Jack sighed.
"She's your wife you should know what's wrong with her." I said.
"Woman are such hard work." He chuckled.
"Men arent much better trust me." I chuckled.
Jack laughed a little.

Turned out Rosie was pregnant.
So nine months later my godson Oliver was born.

"He's so cute." A 30 year old me said as I held him.
"And best thing is he doesnt have Jacks nose." I chuckled.
"Even if he did he would be perfect." Roise chuckled.
"All i wpukd say to him would be poor bastard." I chuxkled.
Jack looked at me with a fake hurt look on his face.
I stuck my middle finger up at him and he did the same.
It was like our thing and pretty much throw abuse at each other.
"Im stealing my son back." Jack said and took Oliver off me.
Alfie came and sat on my lap.
"All you two need to do is have one of ypur own." Rosie said.
"Sadly we have two sets of balls in this relationship so baby making isn't one of them." I said.
Rosie and Jack just smiled.

It was safe to say with Jack around there was never a dull moment.
I didn't know what I would do if something was to happen to him.

Notes

So since I have now fallen in love with Miss you Already I thought about writing a fanfic on it...

To put it out there Mr Jenkins was my art teacher at school and everyone in class actually did put glue paint or any art supply in his tea and coffee...