I awoke on Jack's bed. I sat up, rubbing my head. It was a long night of good and bad dreams. I couldn't tell if they were real or fake.
I slid out of bed, feeling a chill crawl up my legs. I only had a tank top on. I looked for my pajama pants, since I probably kicked them off again in the middle of the night.
I pulled them on, realizing that they were short shorts. Shit. I straightened my back and put my brown hair in a pony, since if I tried to brush it I'd have an Afro.
Rubbing my eyes, I slid down the hallway, running into walls and even a door.
"Stephane! At least you're up!"
I opened my eyes to see Jack on the couch, shirtless and with shorts on.
"Ready for a day on the.. Woah." He eyed me, looking up and down.
"Ready for what?"
"Uh.." Jack rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed for staring.
"A.. Just a beach day."
"Oh! Let me get dressed!"
I ran to his bedroom and closed the door. I grabbed my denim shorts and slipped them on. I took off my shirt, having nothing in but shorts and flip flops. So I was rather exposed.
"Hey Stephane I.." I covered my chest as Jack walked in.
"What the hell? Haven't you heard of knocking?!"
"Sorry! Sorry!" He turned around, slamming the door really fast.
Jesus.
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Sorry it's so short but my shoulder is starting to cramp up like a jerk again.
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I Found You: A Jack Douglass Fan Fiction
FanfictionStephane Adams: Smart, Guitar Prodigy, Youtuber. As her mother said, she was wasting her time doing something she loves. When a duel fan of JacksFilms and her email Jack Douglass, he cannot believe his eyes.