Runaways (A Jack Barakat Fanfic)

7- Don't You Go

Rhianne

I woke up with a pounding headache, but safely in my bunk. The previous night was a blur, and I couldn't really remember much. I didn't even remember leaving the bus, and I was completely sober when that happened. In all honesty, I only remembered spending some time with Jack, and I had no idea where the rest of my memories of the night had gone. It was as though the alcohol had eaten away at them and erased them completely. I lay there with my eyes closed for a while before I remembered.

My eyes snapped open and I looked straight in front of me to see the Jack Skellington tattoo on his chest. I felt my stomach drop, and I looked up at his face. Jack slept peacefully, smiling to himself, and although I thought it was amazing how he managed it, I knew it was wrong and that I had to get dressed. The only fault in that plan was that I could hear movement outside the bunk and my clothes were outside. I couldn't risk getting up in case somebody saw me and thought the worst, so I just stayed put.

I lay next to Jack after I'd removed my arm from its position across his chest. I hadn't slept better in weeks, but I had to admit that I didn't remember falling asleep. Vivid images from the previous night flashed in my mind and I had to fight myself to keep from blushing. I felt Jack stir and I lay still. He must have had the same realization as I had a few minutes earlier, as I saw him jump a little.

"Rhi? Are you awake?" He whispered in a sleepy yet concerned voice. I looked up at him.

"Yeah," I replied simply. My head was killing, and my voice was raspy. I needed a drink.

"I... Uh..." He stuttered before sighing. "Sorry,"

"There's no need to apologize," I told him, looking up and resting my face on his shoulder. He smiled.

"I didn't expect that to happen, I'm not gonna lie," He laughed, pulling me in a little closer. I felt my stomach jump a little at our closeness.  "We both had way too much to drink,"

"I don't even remember anything after we got back," I admitted. He smiled.

"You told me you loved my face," I laughed, going a little red. I had to admit, I had developed some feelings for Jack over the last couple of weeks. "You know, a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts," 

"Are you calling me a man?" I asked, acting as seriously as possible. 

"I definitely know you're not a man, Rhi." I felt my face heat up and I sighed. "We need some clothes, don't we?" 

"Yeah," I said, rubbing one sore eye. "I can't go anywhere yet though, Alex and Lisa are awake," I told him. He sighed. 

"I tell you what, climb over me and reach down for your dress. It sounds awkward as fuck, but if you get it on and grab my clothes too, we can pull off the whole falling asleep in our clothes act." He muttered as we heard Zach shouting something about ketchup. I nodded. 

"Okay, move towards me," I told him. He did so and I put my right leg over him. He held my hips for a moment and smiled.

"Oh, the memories," He joked, closing his eyes. I moved my hand to hit him, but he grabbed it and pulled me down toward him and kissed me. "Climb over before you wake Little Jack up," He joked. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the heat in my face. I waited for a moment before reaching down and grabbing my dress, and as I pulled myself back up into the bunk I sighed in relief that nobody had seen me. Jack smiled as I awkwardly tried to pull my dress on.

"I found your jeans," I said, picking up the jeans from the end of the bed. He smiled. 

"At least now I can just get out of here normally," He said. He pulled his jeans on awkwardly and lay back down for a moment.