Forever's never seemed so long as when you're not around
Chapter 3:
I felt my cheeks burning away as Jack mumbled, "You're Perfect." I shook my head, the grin not able to leave my mouth.
"That's you." I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me.
I still remember when Jack was unconscious, I would watch him sleep, watching his eyes move around in his eyelids as he dreamt. Everyone had lost hope on him, but I wouldn't give up.
I still remember that beaming face, lifting me on his shoulders at the Blink-182 concert. Even though I was sufficiently older than him he was still a few inches taller than me. I remember standing beside him when he took off his hoody, deep purple scars along his wrists. I remember grimacing as I looked down as the lines traced along his tanned skin. I remember it all very clearly. This was only a few months before his suicide attempt. I still remember the colour draining from my face as I recognised his perfect features being dragged across the hospital halls. I sat beside him day after day hoping he'd wake up. All because he helped me catch Mark's pic. Although that pic saved my life so many times.
Jack's face lit up then fell, "A-Alex, I'm sorry I'm not gay I-"
I pressed my finger to his lips, "Shhh, I know Jack, don't worry." I smiled at him.
"I'm scared Alex, I-I find you attractive though I-I'm straight Alex! I haven't found any other guy attractive in my life!"
I felt a warmness tingle my cheeks, "Oh, I feel obliged!" I said grinning. Jack laughed under his breath, his teeth straightening into a smile.
"So exactly why have you been the only one watching me, like why were you so interested in watching me sleep?"
"We've met before, you put me on your shoulders at a blink concert this year, you helped me get Mark Hoppus' guitar pic, you technically saved my life Jack. I wanted to return the favour." I shrugged my shoulders and he face sunk a bit.
"What do you mean 'you technically saved my life'?" I sighed and sat on the edge of his bed, I pulled my scrubs over my head showing my awful purple scars. The flesh becoming almost 3D due to the deepness of the cuts. Jack ran his forefinger across the bumpy skin. "Lie here." He said shuffling across the bed, making a space for me. I nodded sliding into the made space. Jack hopped off of the bed then jamp back on, spreading his legs across my crotch. He kissed every scar and burn across my pale skin. Then he started to kiss up my neck, my eyebrows curled in confusion, remembering there was no scars there. I squirmed at the feel of his touch against my neck. He then kissed up my jaw line, to the corner of my mouth then he locked eyes with me, chewing on his bottom lip. Suddenly my pager went off. I sighed, and Jack slid off of me, cheeks burning red.
"It's a patient, I-I'll come back later." I said and he nodded. I closed the door and sunk against the wall cursing to myself, what would have happened if my fucking pager hadn't gone off?
"That's you." I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me.
I still remember when Jack was unconscious, I would watch him sleep, watching his eyes move around in his eyelids as he dreamt. Everyone had lost hope on him, but I wouldn't give up.
I still remember that beaming face, lifting me on his shoulders at the Blink-182 concert. Even though I was sufficiently older than him he was still a few inches taller than me. I remember standing beside him when he took off his hoody, deep purple scars along his wrists. I remember grimacing as I looked down as the lines traced along his tanned skin. I remember it all very clearly. This was only a few months before his suicide attempt. I still remember the colour draining from my face as I recognised his perfect features being dragged across the hospital halls. I sat beside him day after day hoping he'd wake up. All because he helped me catch Mark's pic. Although that pic saved my life so many times.
Jack's face lit up then fell, "A-Alex, I'm sorry I'm not gay I-"
I pressed my finger to his lips, "Shhh, I know Jack, don't worry." I smiled at him.
"I'm scared Alex, I-I find you attractive though I-I'm straight Alex! I haven't found any other guy attractive in my life!"
I felt a warmness tingle my cheeks, "Oh, I feel obliged!" I said grinning. Jack laughed under his breath, his teeth straightening into a smile.
"So exactly why have you been the only one watching me, like why were you so interested in watching me sleep?"
"We've met before, you put me on your shoulders at a blink concert this year, you helped me get Mark Hoppus' guitar pic, you technically saved my life Jack. I wanted to return the favour." I shrugged my shoulders and he face sunk a bit.
"What do you mean 'you technically saved my life'?" I sighed and sat on the edge of his bed, I pulled my scrubs over my head showing my awful purple scars. The flesh becoming almost 3D due to the deepness of the cuts. Jack ran his forefinger across the bumpy skin. "Lie here." He said shuffling across the bed, making a space for me. I nodded sliding into the made space. Jack hopped off of the bed then jamp back on, spreading his legs across my crotch. He kissed every scar and burn across my pale skin. Then he started to kiss up my neck, my eyebrows curled in confusion, remembering there was no scars there. I squirmed at the feel of his touch against my neck. He then kissed up my jaw line, to the corner of my mouth then he locked eyes with me, chewing on his bottom lip. Suddenly my pager went off. I sighed, and Jack slid off of me, cheeks burning red.
"It's a patient, I-I'll come back later." I said and he nodded. I closed the door and sunk against the wall cursing to myself, what would have happened if my fucking pager hadn't gone off?
Notes
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I'm reading this story in LA since I don't have a book. Reading the smutty parts is so awkward. I'm like blushing.
12/10/13