TW: mentions of alcohol
~Jack's POV~
I woke up to Gemma's head resting my my shoulder. I close my eyes again and try to remember what happened last night. I look on the coffee table and see a bottle of wine, an empty glass and a lighter.
Oh right.
I hear Gemma stirring in her sleep and I look over to her.
"Fuck" she groans, taking her head off my shoulder.
"What?"
"My head is pounding" she gets up and grabs some water.
"Well that's your fault isn't it"
"Shut up"
"Do you want me to leave?" I ask.
I can see her ponder for a moment, putting the Advil down.
"Could you stay a little longer?" she says softly.
"Yeah. Is everything ok?"
"Uhm yeah. I just don't like being alone"
"I have no problem with staying"
She hums in approval before popping the pills into her mouth, sipping some water with it.
"I have a switch in my room but we'd have to go into my room because it doesn't connect to this tv and I don't know if you would rather do something else" she mumbles.
"You're rambling Gem" I smile.
"Sorry"
"Don't apologize. I really don't care what we do"
"Well we have the wood in my garage"
"You're hungover"
"So?"
"If you really want to we can" I shrug.
"Let's go then" she walks over and grabs my hand, pulling me into her backyard.
"Well there it is" she sighs, looking up at the run down treehouse.
"I remember it being a lot bigger" I frown.
"That's because you were a lot smaller the last time you were here" she puts one of her feet on the ladder.
"Are you sure that's stable" I ask and she climbs up.
"No but I want to check something" she opens the treehouse door and ducks into it.
"What are you looking for"
"Something" she throws a branch down out the window.
"I found them" she gasps.
"Found what" I try to peer up the ladder.
She walks out of the treehouse with a shoebox in her hand.
"Catch" she throws it at me.
I catch it and she climbs down the ladder.
"That was extremely unsafe" I frown.
"I wouldn't of mind if I fell" she chuckles.
"Wait what?"
"Don't worry about it" she takes the box.
She sits down on the grass and opens it. I gasp slightly when I see what was inside.
It was two small teddy bears and beaded bracelets from when we were little.
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Adulate- Jack manifold x oc
Fanfiction"It's crazy how much I adulate you" "Oh Jack, you and your fancy words." A story about elementary school lovers who meet again in the future. ad·u·late /ˈajəˌlāt/ verb praise (someone) excessively or obsequiously.
