This Year I've Had Enough

Merry (Late) Christmas

Alex was currently sound asleep, curled up against Jack. Jack was mindlesly playing with the guaze around the blonde's wrist, careful not to disturb the healing cuts. It was Christmas morning (Jack decided Alex was more important that his family today), aproxametly three weeks after Jack found Alex's almost lifeless body. Jack frequently had spuratic flashbacks, causing a fire of sorrow in his eyes.

Jack was egar to spend the day with his boyfriend, but he looked so peaceful while he slept. His hair wasn't made, his eyes were closed, fluttering every-so-often like baby butterfly wings. He looked so carefree not the schitsophrenic that was hidden under his exterior.

Jack was still stroking Alex's hair, deep in thought, when the blonde started to stir. "Don't think so hard, i think i can hear your brain a-cookin." Alex's groggy voice jeared. Jack just chuckled and pressed a chaste kiss to his boyfriends temple.

"Mornin' to you too, beautiful." Alex blushed at Jack's greeting.

"M'not beautiful." Alex mummbled, Jack giving him a feinghend look of horror.

"Blashpemy!" he exclaimed before rolling on to of Alex.

"Jack get off of me, you fatass!" Alex squelled, pushing on Jack's chest. Jack grabbed Alex's wrists, trying in vain, to keep him from squirming. Alex rolled over pinning Jack on his back on the bed. They rolled around like this, until exhaustion took over, and they ended up both laying on the bed gasping for air. Alex's head was on top of Jack's chest, legs on either sidd of Jack, their fingers interlocked. Jack was rubbing small circles on the blonde's back with his free hand.

"I really love you, Alex." said boy's head shot up, looking up at the younger boy. "I always have."

"I-I love you too, Jack." Alex sat wide eyed for a moment, processing their conversation.

"Don't think so hard i think i hear your brain a-cookin'." Jack chickled, Alex smiling at him. "What are you so deep in thought about?"

"You, as usual." Alex ducked his head down, staring at his knees to hide the ruby red his cheeks were sporting.

Jack leaned up, propping himself up on his right hand, putting his other on Alex's rosey cheek. They sat in silence, staring into eachother's swimming brown eyes. Jack rubbed Alex's cheek with his thumb.

"I brought you something from when i left yesterdat," Jack said, breaking the long silence, " something that i know you've been missing.

Alex cocked his head to the side in confusion. "What is it?" Jack moved Alex off of him and jummped off of the hospital bed, walking ober to his backpack, pulling something out, hidding it behind his back before Alex could see what it was. "Actually it's two things, but one is your christmas present." Jack said as he placed two items on the bed. The first item was unwrapped, a black leather notebook that wasn't unfamiliar to Alex. Alex snatched the book from it's place of the bed, flipping through the pages, watching the words fly by. Jack watched Alex's face light up at the possesion in his hand.

"You brought me my song book?" Alex's eyes were swimming with adoration. Jack just chuckled and sat down on the bed beside the older boy.

Jack leaned against Alex's side, resting his head on the blonde's shoulder. "sing me a song." Jack had long know about the beautiful melodies that graced the pages of Alex's journal. And alex had since wrote many songs, especially the few days before his, "incedent".

"Hmm, what do i get if i do?" Alex said through a dearly missed smirk.

"How about," Jack paused, leaning down to kiss the side of his boyfriends neck, running his hands under said boyfriends shirt, causing Alex's breath to hitch in his throat, "this?"