Just Friends

Chapter 3: Im nkt drunk... Ur drnuk

As it slowly gets to being later in the night, I realize that I don't want to leave Jack's apartment. After hours of mindless talking, he excuses himself for a moment. He walks into his kitchen and emerges seconds later, carrying a bottle of whiskey. I see him expertly rip the cork off with his teeth and take a swig from the bottle. He hands it to me. Unsure, I take a small sip. It burns like hell in my throat. God, I just want to spend time with him. As we pass the bottle between us, Jack becomes sloppier and sloppier. I just pretend to drink. I honestly will rarely drink. Jack kind of becomes adorable as he gets more drunk. He becomes all giggly and smiley and I notice his hair gets all floppy. We've both relocated from the couch to lying down on the floor. Suddenly, Jack goes 0-100.
"So, dude, have you ever been, like, in a relationship?" Oh, fuck. Do I want to tell him this?
"Well, I've had some boyfriends in the past, but nothing ever super serious."
"Nice. Same." He puts out a weak fist and I bump it. Quality friendship here. "Are you... 'rr you hungry? Cuz I'm hungry. I'm gonna do something." Jack gets up and walks to the kitchen as if he were a determined toddler. I was right on his heels, making sure he doesn't set his apartment on fire. "Dude, chill. I'm responsibllllllle!" He reassures me. I go to chill on the couch, and Jack comes back in no time. He hands me a bowl with a milky white substance. It has a single lettuce leaf in the center.
"Jack?"
"Salad." He replies. I roll my eyes. He sips on his bowl of dressing (ranch, yummy) and I find myself staring at him. I see the tiniest of holes in his ears.
"Hey, uh, Jack?" He looks at me and I point to my earlobe.
"God, you quove your le- love your questions. I had gauges as a teen. Just big enough that they'll never close."
"Ahh." God, I really don't wanna leave. "So, uh, I'm gonna go back to my place." Fuck. "Cool?" I get up to go out the door.
"Wait man, one last thing before you go." He follows me outside and, before I could even say "what?" he kisses me. He puts his right hand on my face, gently, and kisses me. He tastes like alcohol and dressing, and Jack. He has this indescribable "Jack" thing to him.
Jack Jack Jack, I repeat in my head. He pulls away, wordless, and shuts the door.

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I'm not going to lie, I had to rewrite this chapter 36 times. 3! 6! Those numbers in consecutive order! I'm sorry this thing took so long to meet your eyes. Had thangles to take care of. I have plans for this >:) *evil laugh*. Back to my writing cave. Love!