The Unlikely Pair

Chapter 5:

Warning: Strong Language

Jack G's P.O.V.

It was about two in the morning and I woke up feeling something shaking. I got and it was Jack.

"No, no, please, STOP!" Jack yelled.

I shook him.

"Jack, wake up! It me!" I said shaking him so more.

He then shot up, breathing heavily. His cheeks were glistening in the night.

"It was just a nightmare," I whispered.

I put my hand through his hair and smiled at him.

"It felt all too real," he said in a shaky voice.

I hugged him tight and he hugged me tighter. He cried on my shoulder, while I rubbed his back.

"It's okay Jack, everything is okay," I said.

"I'm sorry, I'm a nervous wreck," Jack said sniffling.

I grabbed a tissue and wiped the tear away and let him blow his nose. He then lays on my lap while I massaged his head.

"Jack," he says in his cute raspy voice.

"What's up," I answered.

"This might be weird, but can you sing to me?" he said looking up at me.

"It's not weird," I said.

Standing here in the rain
I can see the water soaking through
The holes in your shoes
And turn your mind from the storm
Get you somewhere safe
Where it's soft and warm

I'm waiting here at the dim street light
Orange dances around in your empty eyes
And I can see straight into your soul
Feel oh lost and out of control
Shine
If your heart tells you to then who are you to question it
Shine
If the world get you down don't be afraid to wrestle it
Shine
Your whole life's ahead of you go make a mess of it
Shine
If your heart tells you to then who are you to question it
Who are you to question it

After that, I heard light snoring. I smiled to myself and finally felt asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and Jack wasn't there.

"Probably in the bathroom," I thought to myself.

I heard a buzz on my phone. I got a comment on a picture on Twitter. So I opened it and it was if Jack and me. Some anonymous person posted a picture of us. Guess what the caption was?

Jack Johnson and Jack Gaylisky aka The Newest Gay Couple.

I didn't care so I put my phone down and watch some T.V.

A few hours past and Jack still didn't come down. So I went upstairs and knocked on the door.

"Jack, you okay?" I whispered because it was about nine o'clock in the morning.

I heard someone throwing up. I opened the door and saw Jack over the toilet. I kneeled down, rubbing his back, and saying reassuring things.

"Jack, its me," I whispered in his ear.

After ten minutes of throwing up, Jack finally stopped. I wiped his mouth and gave him a mint. He look pale as a ghost and he had dark circles under his eyes.

"Do you feel better?" I asked.

"I feel weak," he said.

I pick him up and brought him the bed. I put my hand on his forehead. His head was burning.