Painted Jock

Chapter Eleven

16:32pm, Ponce's room, JFK

After school Ponce and I headed to his house for most of the time we sat playing 'COD' on his Xbox as I complained about my complex feelings as he'd answer in faint hums as he listened while we were trying to find the other on a small map. I sighed leaning back dropping the controller beside me as my side of the screen changed to a blurred respawn as Ponce shot me dead.

I slowly glanced over at him as his face wore a smirk holding in laughter as he turned to face me.

"Shouldn't of put down your controller." He said as I shook my head playfully nudging his shoulder.
"Ponce I'm being serious what should I do?! I think I might actually like him but I've got no clue! I've never felt this way before except with Cleo!" I whined covering my face with my hands soon running them through my hair distressedly.

Ponce sighed pausing the game as he turned to me with a gentle frown thinking of what to say.

"Jack..I think you should talk it out with him rather than me...as much as I would love to help I think it's better to tell him how you feel and work round that than sitting here complaining to me about it." Ponce spoke slipping a smile as he did so as I sat nodding quietly feeling the fluttery bug feeling in my stomach.

"I think you're right Ponce...I'm sorry for bitchin bout it." I sighed picking the controller back up as he rolled his eyes smirking as he done the same.
"It's fine Jack, I'm sorry too if I sounded harsh but sometimes you just gotta think and adapt." He chuckled as I nodded chucking faintly as he unpaused the game.

{Time Skip}

I had left Ponce's house a short while later after a few more rounds of 'Call Of Duty'.
I was walking back to my house for a change I thought to leave my car at the house and walk, thinking about stuff and try to clear my mind. It was surprisingly nice to just walk, listening to everyday life and have time to yourself.

I sighed soon entering my house being greeted by my dad Wally and my other dad by the door, they looked a little dressed up, I presume they were going on a date.
"Well baby we're off there's leftovers in fridge if you get hungry or make yourself something nice! Just don't burn down the house." My dad teased gently pecking my forehead as they soon left and I had the house to myself.

My first thought was to invite Vincent round, just for general fun and to mess with him but also to talk to him as well about everything. I wanted to take up Ponce's advice and use it to the best of my ability. I'm not the greatest when it actually comes to my feelings but I should at least try.

I pulled my phone from my pocket as I walked into the living room flipping down onto the couch as I shot off a text to Vincent.

John: "Sup babes! Got an empty wanna Netflix and chill? ;)" - 17:23pm

Not long after he replied.

Vince: "absolutely not good sir! But I will come over with good intentions! :)" - 17:24pm

John:"Aww alright :( see you soon!" - 17:24pm

I chuckled to myself putting my phone back into my pocket feeling light and bubbly. I thought to clean up a bit but it appears my dads have already done so, maybe I could set out some snacks for us and drinks too.

I nodded getting up from the couch and made my way into the kitchen grabbing big bags of flaming Cheetos and cut up some apple slices just to be a little healthy. I slipped them into separate bowls and settled them onto the coffee table and thought to just leave the drinks till Vince got here.

He soon arrived.
Everything was set up and I even brought down a few blankets and pillows for later if we wanted to watch a movie of something. We made acquaintance in the living room taking a seat on the couch or more like me nudging him onto the couch playfully as I continued saying his name as he whined.

"I'm sensitive, Aubrey!" He groaned slipping a giggle as I laughed flopping down beside him. Our shoulders touched as we continued laugh trying to calm ourselves taking sharp breaths.

After a short while we played some video games up in my room and after Vincent taught me how to draw kind of. I wasn't the best but he was rather impressed with my progress, it made me feel kind of giddy inside.

We soon made our way back down into the living room Vincent cosied down onto the couch snuggling up into a blanket as I switched on the tv turning on Netflix and switched off the light. I soon joined him on the couch snuggling under some blankets as I picked 'Saw' for us to watch. Horror movies didn't tend to scare me I'll admit sometimes the jump scares got me but out of all of it they're not as scary as they seem.

I'm not entirely sure how Vincent was with them but I kind of wish he'd hold onto me if he is scared of them.

Through out the movie it was kind of interesting and Vincent didn't even seem to bat an eye, he'd just laugh faintly at some of the gore or screaming it concerned me.

Have I fallen for a psychopath?