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Love in Baltimore

The Morning After

I woke up to sound of my phone buzzing sending pins and needles through my head. Fuck I need to get this damn thing off. I reached out for my familiar nightstand, instead I felt a round, cold, metal frame. I shot my head up in shock, eyes wide. Where in the fuck was I?! I looked around the room in both awe and horror, I had no idea where I was. There was a shiny, large black dresser directly in front of the bed. This dresser had three beautiful, slender pictures hanging above it with a silver tray sitting below containing various types of alcohol. The fuzzy blanket against my fingers caught my attention, encouraging me to investigate further. I look to my left only to find a man sleeping on his back next to me. His tattoos looked familiar; Jack Skellington playing guitar on his pec, a tiny skull and crossbones on his shoulder with a Blink 182 bunny underneath. I continued to study his body starting with his chest and working my way up to his blonde hair. Looking upon his peaceful face, the memories of yesterday came flooding back to me.

Shit. I need to leave. In a panic I shot out of bed only to realize that I was still naked. WHERE ARE MY FUCKING CLOTHES?! I pulled the fuzzy blanket off the bed, wrapped it around my body, and opened the bedroom door.

“Hey, where are you going?” a sleepy, deep voice stopped me in my tracks. I froze, what do I say? Do I let him know I was attempting to bail before he woke up or do I play it off as I’m going to the bathroom?

“Hey, I w-was just, you know, going out...” I awkwardly pointed at the open bedroom door into the hallway, “there.”

“Were you planning on leaving, because if so that’s totally fine, no pressure at all,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I did kind of have plans for us this morning though...only if you’re free that is… well, if you feel comfortable enough to-- or if you even want to, I mean who am I to assume that you’d love to go out for breakfast with me…”

His rambling oddly calmed me. Was he just as nervous and freaked out by this as I was? “Calm down,” I chuckled. “I was seriously just going to look for clothes, your massive windows surprisingly don’t provide the coverage I prefer.”

“Just wear my clothes. Shirts are in the closet right over there,” he pointed to the right of the room where an empty doorway was covered by a black curtain. “And sweatpants are in the top left drawer of the dresser.” I hesitated a moment, “Please, it’s a lot easier to pick up clothes while dressed rather than wearing a blanket.”

“But are your clothes as comfy as this blanket?” I smirked.

He made a face, “Oooh, as someone who wears my clothes, I’d say they’re pretty damn comfy. However, it’d be a lot sexier if you did it in my blanket.” He winked making my heart flutter. He stood up, stretched his arms, and put on a pair of black framed glasses, “here, let me get it for you.”
“Oh so you don’t want to see me half naked?”

“Trust me, I saw you full naked and might I say it was god damn impressive. As enticing as it is to see you naked again, I assure you, you’ll be comfier in my clothes.” He said as he handed me a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and exited the room, “I’ll be out in the living room, just come out when you’re done. Oh and there’s Tylenol on top of the mini fridge in the corner if you need some.”

“Thank you.” I smiled softly.

I dropped the blanket as soon as the door shut; I was excited to be properly covered in an unfamiliar surrounding. I pulled up the grey sweatpants which ended up bunching up immensely at my heels, I guess mine and Jack’s height differed more than I noticed. I threw on the black hoodie to top off “my” outfit and looked in the mirror. Oh god... he gave me a Baltimore Ravens hoodie! Seeing myself in an opposing team’s merchandise gave me a good chuckle, I can’t believe I’m cheating on the Cowboys. I left the room timidly looking down the hallway, I couldn’t remember the exact layout of the place after my inebriated night. As I neared the end of the hallway, I heard a quiet “First Date” by Blink 182 playing along with deep, muffled hums chiming along with the tune.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry but a Ravens hoodie? You may as well have given me a garbage bag to wear.. Or maybe some toilet paper,” I jokingly pointed at the giant Ravens logo.

His jaw dropped, picking up on my teasing, “Excuse me? I cannot believe I am hearing this blasphemy in my house. What city do you live in?”

“The city you live in doesn’t dictate which football team you prefer!” I retorted with a grin.

“Oh no, dare I even ask what team you prefer?!”

“The Dallas Cowboys.”

“No, oh no! You couldn’t at least be a fan to a good team,” he jokingly slapped the sides of his face.

“Hey! You’re speaking to a born and raised Cowboys fan, you know they used to be America’s favorite football team, right?”

“Yeah, but have you seen their current track record?”

“Ruuuuude, we both know if Romo retired--”

“Romo, Romo, Romo, you guys only keep him so you have a scapegoat as to why you’re losing. If anything it’s your defense coach, your offense has nowhere near as many problems as your defense.”

“Okay, you have me there…” I grinned and walked closer to him, “so what are our plans for this morning?”

He lifted a freshly brewed pot of coffee, “Coffee?” I nodded as he handed me a cup of coffee. “Well, I thought we could head down to this diner close by and see how it goes from there.”

I smiled, “That sounds wonderful, actually.” It felt nice having someone plan things out for me for once and even better giving me an excuse not to go “home.”

“Perfect! I did manage to round up all your clothes, sexy underwear by the way,” he winked and bit his lip.

“The real question is, was it sexier on me or the floor?”

“Oh, Louise.” He pulled me onto his lap and whispered into my ear with a husky voice, “definitely sexier on the floor.”

A grin instantly spread across my face. This man alone has already made me feel sexier and more desirable than Tyson has in the past three years of our relationship. I never thought this would be possible again: feeling attractive. Tyson had acted so poorly to me in the last few months of our relationship, it began to feel as though the worse he made me feel, the better he felt.

Jack pecked the side of my face and helped me to my feet, “Well, we will leave whenever you’re done getting ready. The bathroom is down the hall and the first door on the left.”

After getting ready, as promised, we left and made our way to the diner while still wearing his Ravens hoodie. On our way there I finally had time to check my phone. 31 missed calls... Holy shit… I really didn’t want to deal with all of this bullshit when I’ve only been up an hour. I locked my phone and put it back in my purse.

“Yikes… thirty one missed calls. All from your ex and roommate?” Jack asked and gave me a concerned look.

I half chucked, “I-- uh-- forgot I told you about all of that…”

“You told me a LOT of stuff last night,” he playfully bumped into me.

“Not too much, I hope. I want some mystery to me,” I playfully winked at him.

We rounded our way into the diner and were seated at a table for two in the front corner of the lobby. It looked like your stereotypical ‘50s diner; tacky black and white tile flooring, dull colored wall with a million things lining them up and down, bright red seating, and I absolutely loved it. We were seated in a corner table for two by the massive windows that on looked the street. I couldn’t help but notice two young girls seated at the diner’s bar staring Jack and I down, sharing the occasional giggle. I tried to focus my attention back on Jack and not the peeping Toms.

“So what do you usually get here? Everything looks so good,” I announce, giving the menu a once over.

“Typically, I get eggs, bacon, and french toast, but for you, I would highly recommend the double chocolate chip pancakes.”

“Say no more, you had me at pancakes.”

Not long after our food arrived, the young girls that continued to stare at Jack and I began to approach us as I ate my mountain of chocolate pancakes. I couldn’t help but eyeball them as they made her way to us. One clutched her phone with an iron grip against her chest, the other clearly rehearsing what she was going to say. But why the fuck were a couple of kids walking up to us?

“Excuse me, are you Jack Barakat?” one asked with apparent jitters.

He nervously chuckled to himself and eyeballed me for a second then beamed up at her, “yeah”

My face turned white as memories of my 12 and 13 year old self came flooding back to me. This wasn’t just any Jack, this was the Jack Barakat from All Time Low… or should I say my then celebrity crush. I stalked this guy’s Facebook page so hard back then. I cannot believe nothing clicked until now and I slept with my childhood crush and didn’t even know it! How is that even possible?!

My thoughts were interrupted as they squealed between each other and began to bounce up and down, “would we be able to get a picture with you?”

“Um sure, yeah,” he nervously looked at me while the other girl shoved her phone into my hands.

I awkwardly smiled with what little movement I could mustered up and took a couple quick pictures and handed it to her. They took their turns hugging and thanking him then made their way out of the diner. Jack and I stood there in silence: him looking at me probably hoping I would be the first to speak. I couldn’t even bring my eyes to him, I was flustered, confused, panicked and didn’t know how to show any of it. So I did the one thing that I knew how to do. I left.

“I-I should go,” I pushed past him to leave the diner. I could feel him only a few paces behind me.

“Louise I can explain, please stop.”

“I just can’t right now, I’m sorry.”

His strides slowed to a halt as he stared at me disappear through the city’s streets.

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I'm in love already wow

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11/24/18