Thanks To You

I hummed, feeling my bottom lip slip between his. I sucked on his top lip, pressing back harder and feeling the pressure returned. My hands went to his sides, gripping his sharp hipbones from underneath his t-shirt. I gasped when he nibbled my lip ring, feeling myself stir in my jeans as I trailed my hands down his thighs.

"Fuck." I gasped when he pulled away from me.

I stared into his wide, shock filled eyes before moving forward and sucking his own bottom lip into my mouth.

"Mm." He moaned.

"You dunno wha'ou do to me." I panted, nibbling his lip roughly.

I pulled him more into me, gasping when his hands met my shoulders harshly.

"Alex, what the fuck are you doing? You're drunk right now, you can't just kiss me like this." He panted, trying to move away from me. "And apparently you have something going on with Kellin? I don't get you."

"No. Nothing with Kellin, I jus' fucked'im." I mumbled, moving back to hold his hips in place. "Shit, Jay. I've been dreaming of you in my lap and now you're here."

He bit his swollen lip, raising his eyebrows in shock as I leaned forward.

"Alex." He sighed, pushing on my chest again to stop me. "You're wasted. You've been kissing me when you're drunk and it needs to stop. I serously feel- nevermind, you just can't do this shit and you need to stop getting drunk. I don't even know the last time you were sober."

"I'm fucking begging. Please fucking kiss me. I need it!" I pleaded, licking my lips.

"Take your shower and we'll see." He replied, pressing his forehead into mine.

"Take it with me." I whispered, earning a chuckle from Jack.

"I don't think so. Now come on." He smiled, removing himself from my lap.

"Can you at least help me take my clothes off? I feel dizzy." I lied, licking my lips as I looked him up and down.

"Okay." He agreed, grabing my hands and helping me up slowly this time.

I slouched my shoulders, hearing him laugh before he forced my arms up. His fingertips brushed just above my jeans, pulling my shirt over my head as I shivered. I bit my lip, looking down when his fingers brushed against my skin again as he pulled the button on my jeans open.

"Can you-"

"You." I whined, begging to feel his touch on me just a little longer.

He sighed, pulling the zipper down before he moved to his knees to pull them down my legs. I hummed, picturing him doing something else on his knees.

"Oh shit." I hissed, moving my hand over my dick in attempt to keep it still.

I leaned on the wall and lifted my foot up and felt the rough material tugged off before repeating the process to my other leg.

"Okay, there you go." Jack toold, moving to stand back up.

"You're killin' me, baby." I grunted when he was back in front of me. "Mm. You forgot som'in."

"What? No, you're taking those off yourse-" He stopped when I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me.

"God damn, you're so fuckin' pretty." I told him, pressing my nose against his as I tightened my grip on his hips. "I fuckin' love you."

"Yo-you're drunk." He stuttered, cheeks tinting red when I pressed myself up against his thigh. "You don't know what you're doing, Alex."

I moaned, leaning down and pressing our lips together again. I pulled his lip in between mine and shuddered at the surprised moan getting sucked into my mouth.

"Alex," He panted after pushing me back a bit. "seriously."

"Stop pushin' me, baby." I whined, licking my lips.

"Get in the damn shower, you horny bastard." He giggled, pushing up against my obvious boner.

"Oh." I gasped, pressing back harder.

"Alex!" He scolded with a laugh. "Get in."

"Please touch my dick." I moaned, grinding against him. "Oh fuck."

I closed my eyes, feeling myself lose what little control I had over myself. I gasped, looking down when his fingers danced down my stomach.

"Get in the shower and maybe I'll..." He trailed off, kissing my earlobe hotly as he fingers brushed my tip. "Touch you after."

"Mm." I shuddered, licking my lips as my stomach tingled. "M'kay."

He pulled away from me, turning and pulling the curtain open before turning to me expectantly. I groaned, dropping my boxers to my ankles and kicking them away. I stumbled forward, clutching Jack's arm as I stepped into the shower. Cold water splashed across my back and I shrieked, jumping away from it.

"I warned you!" He called, closing the curtain.

"Baby!" I whined. "Fix it!"

"No!" He laughed, sounding distant.

I grumbled, biting my lip as I stepped under the ice water. After drenching my body, it felt nice on my hot skin. I sighed, grabbing the body wash off of the shelf and pouring a shit ton into my hand. I shoved the bottle back onto the shelf, watching it drop seconds later with a laugh. I rubbed my hands together and lazily lathered my whole body in it.

"There he goes again! The boy m'in'ove wit!" I sang obnoxiously. "S'cool we're jus'friens!"

I giggled to myself, sniffing my armpit and moaning. I smell just like the love of my life now, fucking yay. I fucking love him so much.

"Baby!" I yelled out, biting back my grin.

"What, Alex?" Jack called back.

I bit my lip, failing to surpress the loud laughter escaping me. I kept laughing, making sure to rinse my body off before I grabbed the bottle off of the ground. I shrugged, pouring some more into my hand before placing it on the shelf again. I rubbed my hand over my head and into my wet hair, not really caring if I got it all or not. After I get out of here, Jack's gonna touch my dick.

"Dammit, Alex!" Jack groaned, sounding a lot closer. "What do you want?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, shrieking when I put my head under the cold water. I hurriedly ran my hands over my hair to get all the shit out before pulling the curtain open and jumping out.

"Jesus Christ, Alex!" Jack yelled in surprise, grabbing my forearms to keep me from toppling over.

I cackled, bending over when my stomach started cramping. I stared at my feet, feeling Jack's arms leave my forearms before a warm towel was wrapped around my waist.

"Hold that." Jack ordered, taking my hand and putting the two ends of the towel in it.

I calmed down a little, letting out loud chuckles every few seconds as I leaned on the sink. I sucked on my lip ring in attempt to stop laughing, eyes falling to Jack's ass as he bent over to turn the shower off. I moved forward without a second thought, swinging my left hand down with force.

"Ow!" He squealed, turning to face me when the water was off all the way. "You fucker!"

"Damn, you gotta hard ass." I hissed, waving my stinging hand. "Y'know wha'tha says?"

"What does it mean?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

I grinned, stepping close to him so I could hold on to his hips.

"Means you gotta tight ass." I informed, trailing my hands down to cup his ass.

"Shut the hell up." He told, slapping my hands away. "Come on, you need to get dressed now."

I smirked, stumbling through the hall as I followed him back to his room. We walked in and Jack closed the door behind him before walking over to his dresser. He pulled open the top drawer and turned around with a pair of red boxers in his hands.

"Put these on." He demanded, tossing them at me.

I moved to catch them, dropping the towel and missing them completely. I laughed at myself, leaning down to pick them up before getting my feet in with a small struggle. Once I got them up my legs, I looked back over to find Jack's face a shade darker than usual.

"Baby, guess what?" I shivered, feeling goosebumps run down my arms.

"What, Lex?" He sighed, placing his hands on his hips.

"I even washed under my ballsack for you." I grinned cheekily. "Will you suck my dick now?"

"Oh my God, Alex." He started, covering his face. "No!"

"We had a deal!" I exclaimed.

"Maybe after we eat and take a nap, okay?" He suggested.

"I don't wanna do that shit." I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Don't do that." Jack pleaded, walking over until he was in front of me. "You look so fucking cute when you do that."

I bit my cheek, trying to keep the pout on my face. He squinted his eyes knowingly and I gave up, letting the smile take over my face while I shrugged.

"Cute enough for you to suck my dick?" I pressed.

"No." He retorted, rolling his eyes as he turned and opened his door. "Come on, cutie."

I groaned, following after him slowly as I tried not to trip over my feet.

"You need some fucking pickle juice." He commented, turning to face me and grabbing my hands.

"Gross." I mumbled, scrunching up my face as he slowly helped me down the stairs.

"We've gotta hurry because my mom will definitely know something's up with you when she gets back." He noted. "Fucking dumbass practically gave yourself away in the damn car."

I pouted at his mean words, smiling again when we reached the floor. I sighed lazily, slumping my shoulders as he lead me into the kitchen. I stumbled into the island, giggling to myself when I knocked over the little plastic bowl his mom puts there for spare change.

"Watch it." Jack warned, going through the cupboards. "What do you want to eat?"

"Your ass." I replied bluntly, trying to fix the bowl back to normal.

"Well, you're getting a peanut butter sandwich." He claimed.

I nodded to myself and forced myself up on to one of the high bar stools. I gasped, losing my balance enough to almost slip off. I grabbed the edge of the counter and grinned when I caught myself, ignoring Jack as he rolled his eyes again. I sighed, resting my arm on the table and leaning on it as I watched him make the sandwich.

"Since you makin' me food 'n givin' me that ass later..." I trialed off. "Does tha'make you my bitch?"

"Shut your fucking mouth, Alex." Jack grumbled. "You're so fucking annoying."

"Feisty." I drawled out, moving to rest my head on the counter top.

"Here." He said, suddenly standing next to me. "I'm going to go pee. Eat this."

I sat up slowly, barely nodding my head before he was leaving the room. I sighed heavily, trailing my hazy eyes around the kitchen lazily until they stopped on Jack's dad's liqour cabinet. I grinned mischievously, clumsily slipping off of the stool and stumbling over to it. I pulled the door open, ignoring the creak and I grabbed the opened bottle of Jack in the front. He wouldn't notice if a bit was gone, right? Shrugging, I untwisted the cap and took a deep breath before putting it to my lips. I chugged as much as I could only pulling it away so I could breath. I coughed, covering my mouth with my elbow when my jaw tingled. I tightened the cap back on, almost dropping it when I set it back on the shelf. I shut the cabinet, cringing at the slam as I heard the toilet flush.

"Shit." I hissed to myself, blinking back the dots clouding my vision as I stumbled back over to my stool.

I tripped, just barely making it back on to the stool when I heard Jack's footsteps nearing me. I leaned on the counter clumsily and shoved the sandwich into my mouth as much as I could to take away the smell of whiskey.

"What the hell are you doing?" He questioned, stopping as he stood next to me.

"Uh...my food wants me." I blurted, words coming out slurred together and muffled from the sandwich.

"Okay?" He chuckled, pulling the sandwich from my mouth so I just had one bite in my mouth. "Don't choke yourself with it, damn."

I swallowed thickly, grimacing at the sick feeling filling my stomach from how much I just chugged in one take. Ignoring it, I watched Jack roll his eyes and hold the sandwich up to my mouth again. I leaned forward and took a bite out of it roughly, barely chewing it before I swallowed. He kept it in front of my face expectantly and I groaned.

"I'm full." I whined.

"Bullshit. I don't even know the last time you've eaten, you've been so fucked up. I know that you need to eat so you're not on an empty stomach." He assured, pushing the sandich closer to my face.

"M'a tak'a bite if you kiss me." I slurred, holding in the burp trying to escape my throat.

"Just eat the damn thing before my mom gets here." He sighed, pushing it towards me.

I leaned back, turning my head to let the burp out before I face him with my lips puckered. He rolled his eyes, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. I hummed, following him as he moved back only for him to push on my chest.

"Ah ah, food now." He ordered.

I scowled, opening my mouth and allowing him to feed me another bite. I chewed it slowly, slouching my shoulders when I swallowed. I puckered my lips again only for him to shake his head at me.

"Baby." I pouted.

"If you eat this whole sandwich, I will kiss you." He bribed.

I licked my lips, staring at his own lips that were damp with my spit. I finally nodded, taking the sandwich from him and practically shoving it down my throat.

"Jesus, Lex. Slow down or you're gonna make yourself sick." He scolded.

I groaned, swallowing more slowly. A few minutes passed until I finished the sandwich and I grinned, swallowing thickly to get rid of all the peanut butter. I licked my lips and raised an eyebrow expectantly, leaning more onto the counter.

"Calm down." He chuckled. "I'll give it to you when we get to my room."

"'re'ya gonna gimme tha'ass?" I quipped, biting my lip and checking him out as he threw the trash away.

"No!" He exclaimed, just as I heard the front door open and shut. "Shit."

"We're home!"

I put my hand over my mouth to stifle any sounds while I watched Jack rush to put everything away. I chuckled quietly as he spazzed, jumping when keys were dropped next to me.

"Hello boys." Mrs. Joyce greeted, looking over to me. "Wow, Alex. I think you broke the record on how fast you get undressed when you're over here. You usual wait until it's dark out."

I opened my mouth to reply, closing it when Jack's coughs filled the room. I frowned, watching his mom rush over to him and pat his back.

"Y'okay, babe?" I asked, clearing my throat when I heard myself slur again.

"I'm fine." He choked out, pushing his mom away while she looked over at me with her eyebrows raised.

"Are you okay, Alex?" She interrogated.

"He's fine." Jack interrupted, pulling me off of the stool by the arm. "Come on, Lex. We're gonna go play Xbox in my room."

"Have fun! I'll call you down when dinner is ready!" She called after us as we left the kitchen.

I chuckled, whining when Jack smacked my side. I stumbled along,biting my lip when I noticed May sitting on the couch watching us.

"Hey sister." I greeted.

"Shut up." Jack hissed quietly.

"Hi Alex." May laughed before looking back to the tv.

"Come on." Jack whispered, pulling me forwards. I tripped, slamming my hip into the railing as I stumbled up the stairs.

"Fuck." I frowned, letting him drag me back into his room.

I walked over to his bed, my legs moving faster than the rest of my body before I fell on to it. I coughed, watching the ceiling spin above me as I swallowed thickly again.

"I'm fucked up, baby." I slurred out, feeling the effects of earlier intensify.

I laid back on the comfortable mattress, resting my arms behind my head while I waited for Jack to come sit by me. When he didn't move, I sighed dramatically and looked over to him. He rolled his eyes, moving over to his dresser again.

"Ba-bayy." I whined, my lips begging to feel his.

"Shut up, I'm just getting comfy clothes." He chuckled, opening and shutting a few drawers.

I watched him through my clouded vision, trailing my eyes down his legs as he pulled his jeans down. He kicked them off and pulled his shirt off effortlessly after before reaching forward.

"No." I blurted.

He jumped, turning to look at me with wide eyes while he held another t-shirt in his hands.

"What do you mean no?" He scoffed.

"C'mover here like tha'baby." I pointed, moving to sit up on the side of his bed facing him.

"Alex-" He started only for me to shake my head.

"Over'ere." I whined, spreading my legs and patting my thighs.

"I'm not sitting on your lap." He gave in, walking over until he was standing in front of me.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"No!" He exclaimed, covering his face with his hands.

While he wasn't looking, I grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled him forward harshly.

"Alex!" He gasped, spreading his legs to plop down in my lap as a safe landing.

"Ha ha." I gloated, licking my lips as I stared into his wide eyes. "M'ready."

"Ready for what?" He fretted, keeping his cheeks covered with his palms.

I groaned, running my hands up his thighs until I reached his hips. He tensed up against me and I frowned, pressing my forehead against his chin and slumping my shoulders.

"Fine." I muttered, feeling rejected by his actions. "Ge'th'fuh off me then."

I pulled my head away from him and shoved him back by his hips. He stumbled backwards, almost falling to the ground. He stood up straight, holding a hand over his heart while I plopped down on my back and rolled my body so I was facing the wall.

"What the hell, Alex?" He snapped.

"I ge'it." I muttered, shoving one of my arms under my head.

"What?" He coughed.

I let out a deep sigh, slouching in on myself when I felt the bed dip.

"Alex?" He tried.

"I get m'fuckin' ugly." I spat bitterly. "S'why you won'kiss me."

I frowned, feeling my heart drop at the thought of Jack not wanting me. God, he's so fucking perfect and I'm so fucking worthless. A waste of space. No wonder he doesn't love me.

"That's not true, Lex." He sighed, resting his hand on my side. "At all. Don't say that."

"Wha'ever." I huffed, swatting his hand away with my right arm. "I fuckn'ove you lot."

"I don't even know what the hell you're going on about, Alex. You're so drunk right now it's unreal." He snapped, shifting to lay beside me. "You've got a lot of explaining to do. You've been ignoring me forever and now you're suddenly wanting to kiss me?"

I pouted, staying silent. I felt him sigh next to me, his arm brushing my bare back. I bit my lip, words filling my brain like vomit. I licked my lips, forcing my body to roll on my stomach. I looked over at Jack through my blurred vision, watching him stare back at me with a frustrated look across his face. I cleared my throat and moved closer to him. I pushed his arms above his head and breathed in deeply, situating myself so I was half hovering over him.

"What are you doing?" He groaned, breaking the silence.

"I make up one mo'lame excuuuuse, why can't' co'mout tonigh'. M'not tryna' cut'chu loose, jus' need some time." I sang sloppily, trying to look into his eyes. "Ooooo ooo oo oo m'feelin' lovesick but I don'mine. Yo'the one I think 'bout it's eryday 'n erynight...oh call the doc 'cause m'lovesick."

I closed my mouth, looking away from him when the stupid little song slipped from my mouth like spit. I frowned, feeling my stomach twist uneasily. I glanced down at his chest, frowning when I saw three of them.

"Alex." Jack spoke softly.

I blinked slowly, opening my eyes more clearly and looking back to Jack's beautiful big brown eyes. I licked my lips, studying his soft expression before leaning down slowly. I heard his breath hitch as he glanced up at me. I licked my lips again, our faces so close I ended up brushing the tip of my tongue along his too. Closing my eyes, I leant down and pressed my lips into his softly. My bottom lip was sucked into his mouth seconds after and I let out the breath I was holding in as his arms wrapped around my neck. I leaned down more on to him and pressed my lips against his harder, the only sound filling the room being the smacking of our lips.

I moaned into his mouth when his fingers tugged at the back of my hair and I found myself moving until I was forcing myself between his thighs. He gasped at the intimate position, allowing me to slip my tongue into his mouth easily. I breathed through my nose, resting my arms on both side of his head as our tongues tangled hungrily.

"Alex-" He panted, pulling his lips from mine with a loud pop.

I closed my eyes, his breathless tone and just the feelings running through me getting to me. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the groan wanting to escape when I felt myself press into the back of his boxer brief clad thigh.

"Wan'kiss you." I mumbled, pressing my face into his neck and taking the time to press sloppy kisses into it.

He gasped, clenching his thighs around my hips when I brushed my lips below his left ear and I chuckled, stomach twisting more intensely as his hands gripped my shoulders.

"M'you-fuh." I hummed, sucking on the soft flesh harshly instead of trying to get my words out.

"Oh." He choked out, tugging at my hair some more. "Alex."

The sounds went right to my dick and I coudn't help but thrust into him. He gasped again, holding me tight against him. I grunted, breathing hard as I sloppily dry humped him again.

"Al-Alex, wait." He panted, pushing on my shoulders.

"Nonono." I sputtered, frowning when he pushed me off. "Baby 'lease."

"I'm so sorry." He breathed, moving to sit up. "We can't do that. You're so drunk-"

"M'not fuckn'runk." I hissed, groaning in frustration.

"You're not even making sense right now, Lex." Jack frowned, moving his hand to brush my bangs out of my eyes.

"Don'ouch 'less it's my dick." I whined, slapping his hand away. "M'fuckn' not drunk."

"What?" He mocked.

"Don' touch...'less it's my dick." I managed to get out after taking a slow breath.

I licked my lips, trying to catch my breath while he sat up with his thumb up to his mouth. Before I could open my mouth, he was pushing me all the way on to my back and smiling down at me. The sparkle in his eyes had my stomach tighten while the tent in my briefs grew.

"I'll touch your dick if you promise you'll remember in the morning." He reasoned.

"Mhm." I nodded, leaning forward to grab his arms.

I pulled him down on to me and pressed our lips together in a needy kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds, giggling and biting his lip as he moved to hover over me.

"Lex seriously. I want you to know this is happening. I don't want you to not remember anything that's happened today." He sighed, sitting on my thighs.

"Babe, I'member." I reassured, waving my hand. "Lo'you too much to not."

"You love me?" He whispered in shock.

"So much." I confirmed, closing my eyes.

"We need to talk about this tomorrow." He insisted.

"Mhm." I hummed.

"You're positive you know what's happening?" He repeated.

I bit my lip, tensing when his fingers trailed down my stomach. My breathing picked up when he teasingly pulled the waistband of the briefs back before letting it snap back into my skin. I whined, lifting my hips impatiently. I watched him lick his lips, slowly scooting down my body and hooking his fingers in the waistband.

"Yeah." I grunted, lifting my ass as he tugged the thin material down my thighs.

I sucked in a breath, biting my lip as I stared down at him. He looked up at me through his eyelashes and took hold of my hard on, making me choke out a breath.

"Ba--fuck." I moaned loudly, watching his lips slid down at least half way.

As soon as it came it was gone and I whined, getting a pinch to the thigh.

"Keep quiet." He ordered.

I nodded, waving my hand until I felt the wet warmth take me in again. I moaned quietly, biting my lip as he took more of me. I opened my mouth and tossed my head back, letting my fingers reach down to grab his hair loosely.
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I moaned, fingers tightening around my pillow as I thrust forward harshly. I choked out a gasp, sucking my lip ring into my mouth as my stomach tightened until I was busting all over. I moaned in content because fuck that was a realistic dream about Jack sucking me off.

"Alex!"

I jumped, opening my eyes to find myself pressed up against Jack's bare back. I glanced down when he ripped the blanket down, burning eyes widening at the cum covering his back and glancing down to see my dick sticking out of my waistband. I gulped, shooting up into a sitting position and tucking myself back in before I was grabbing my throbbing head. Looking back to Jack, I watched him move to sit up and touch his back in disgust.

"You fucking came on me." He chuckled, making my stomach churn.

I rubbed my face roughly, trying to calm my breathing. Anxiety ignited within me and I felt my throat close up while my stomach lurched painfully. I jumped up, stumbling off of the bed and rushing to the door. I pulled it open and managed to hurry down the hall only bumping into the wall and the doorframe before I was down on my knees, hurling my guts up into the toilet. I gagged loudly, shaking vilently as everything I've drank the past few days finally came back up.

"Jesus Christ." Jack muttered from behind me.

I dry-heaved harshly, choking on breaths when his warm hand started rubbing circles along my lower back. I whined, holding my aching head as I did another round of puking. After a few thick gobs of spit left my mouth, I was able to kneel up and wipe my mouth with some toilet paper before I dared to look down.

"When the fuck did I have pizza?" I croaked out, tossing the toilet paper in and flushing it down before the sight could make me sick again.

Jack's hand stopped rubbing circles into my back and I frowned, craving his touch. Jack? I furrowed my eyebrows, leaning into the bathroom wall as I looked around at what was in front of me. When did I get to Jack's house? I held my head in my hands and let out a shaky breath, forcing myself to look over at Jack. He was still kneeling beside me with a look of concern, but it turned in seconds.

"What do you mean when the fuck did I have pizza?" He demanded, squinting his eyes at me.

I swallowed thickly, leaning my head back against the cold wall miserably. I shrugged my shoulders lightly, an uneasy feeling twisting around my gut while I tried to remember anything.

"I don't remember eating pizza." I settled on with a half-hearted chuckle. "I uh...I don't remember coming here either..."

I licked my dry lips, feeling the tension fill the room as soon as the words left my lips. I avoided his gaze awkwardly, toying with my lip ring until I got the nerve to look back at his face. Of all places why would I be at Jack's? I barely remember waking up at Mike's the other day before he gave me vodka and weed. Damn, that must've been a good day.

"Are you fucking with me?" He laughed hopefully.

"Uh...no?" I mumbled questioningly. "Last time I checked you were pissed at me."

"You don't remember a thing from yesterday?" He concluded emotionlessly.

I closed my eyes, trying to replay anything only to come up with nothing. I sighed, ignoring the gurgling in my stomach as I shook my pounding head as softly as I could. I swallowed, wincing at the soreness from puking as another silence fell over us. I cleared my throat, flickering my gaze back to Jack's awkwardly. My heart clenched when I saw how damp they looked.

"You're a fucking asshole." He breathed, lip quivering.

"What? How the hell am I an asshole?" I scoffed, feeling another pang when he shot to his feet.

"Fuck you! I hate you." He seethed, turning to the open bathroom door before turning back to me. "Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house."

I gawked, watching him storm back down the hall before turning into his room and slamming the door shut. I whimpered, holding my head for another minute before I slowly got to my feet. I glanced around the ground, finding my clothes scattered across it. I ignored the flipping in my gut and grabbed my jeans, slipping them on before doing the same with my dirty shirt. I left my boxers on the ground, figuring Jack could use them to replace the one's I'm wearing. Sighing, I felt around my pockets pleased to find my phone and wallet still intact.

I frowned, feeling like a pile of shit as I walked out of the bathroom. I trudged down the hall, coming to a stop outside of Jack's door. I leaned up against it, moving my hand to the handle quietly and pushing it open. I frowned, finding Jack tangled in his blankets with his back to me.

"Jack-" I started.

"Get the fuck out of here!" He shouted, turning around and whipping the nearest object at me.

"Fuck!" I hissed, feeling a pain in my stitches as his phone thumped to the ground after it smacked into me. "Jesus, Jack. I'm sorry!"

I picked up the phone and tossed it back to his bed, not daring to walk in. I frowned when he refused to acknowledge me and sighed, walking out and closing the door in front of me. Slouching my shoulders, I walked down the steps and slipped my shoes on.

"Leaving so soon?"

I looked up and met eyes with Jack's confused mom, stomach twisting even more at the thought of what I could've said to her last night.

"Uh, yeah. I gotta get to work." I lied smoothly.

"Oh okay, well have a good day." She smiled.

"Yeah, you too." I smiled back, letting it drop as soon as I stepped out of the house.

I groaned, hating the sickness filling me as well as the guilt I'm suddenly feeling. Why the fuck was Jack so upset? I don't know what I did to make him cry. If anyone should be crying it's me. I feel like shit and fucking embarrassed myself by having a sex dream about my best friend in his own damn bed. Then I fucking came all over him, I mean shit. I'm such a fucking dumbass. I shook out of my thoughts, feeling my phone buzzing from my pocket. I pulled it out of my pocket and hit the button lazily.

"Hello?" I answered miserably.

"Dude, where the hell have you been? Were you with Kellin all night?" Mike chuckled.

"Nah, dude. Ended up at Jack's I guess." I shrugged.

"Damn, what even happened yesterday?" He laughed.

I frowned, the guilt returning at the mentions of last night.

"No idea dude, but I gotta go. Talk to you later." I sighed.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Later, man." He replied before hanging up.

I shoved the phone back into my pocket and groaned, trying to block out everything from my mind as I began the long walk back to my dad's apartment.

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