Sunny Day Jack One-Shots; 🔞

Kiss and Make Up

Tags: post argument, toxic, manipulation, cunninglinguistics, (lemon)

WC: 1.7k

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There was a knock on your door. You flinched not experiencing the sudden interruption of your solitude. You were still winding down after your argument with down after your argument with your "best friend". Admittedly though, this was another blip in a long history of "shut-downs". You did it with your parents, your boss, and Ian. It's nothing special, but it doesn't get any easier to work through.

"Shaun?" You called out tentatively. But of course, who else should answer but Sunny Day Jack? When he opens the door you check his body language - knit-brows, tense shoulders, and a grimace. He's still upset, but not as much as before. Not angry. Still, you probably weren't helping with bringing up the man that you both were arguing about. It was a knee-jerk reaction on your part, mixed with hopefulness and a fleeting callousness – not uncommon for your moods. But you knew better. Shaun wasn't coming back for a while, as he was away for a meeting in L.A. with his agent, Olivia.

One might think being in either position would be a dream of sorts. But all you know is your college buddy is a big time director doing movie things, while you're left here to stave off the remnants of your frustration in your ghost clown situationship.

You pulled your legs up to your chest as Jack closed the door behind him before approaching you. Thankfully, it didn't close all the way. That gave you a sliver of relief. You didn't want to be in a closed space with him right now; not after before.

He sat at the foot of the bed. You scooted up the bed further to where you sat on the pillows, subtly grabbing the edges as if they could hold you, keep you safe, free from this tension.

Finally Jack asked, "Are you okay?"

No. "I'm alright." you replied.

"You sure? You didn't come out of your room for a few hours."

This is what I do when people raise their voices at me. "I just needed some time to myself..."

Jack nodded and gave an understanding smile. You resisted a frown, because for once the gesture made you upset. He didn't deserve to be concerned when he got you like this. He didn't deserve to be understanding as if you going through this had nothing to do with him. You smiled back though, you had to. You wanted the worst to be over even if he was acting like it was just a little hurdle. You always got over it before.

The bed creaked, snapping you out of your thoughts as you noticed Jack had gotten closer to you. Like right beside you. Tilting his head, he raises his hand and puts it just inches to your face.

"May I?" He asked. What else can you do but let him? You nodded, letting his gloved hand brush your cheek coming up to your hair before twisting your curls between his thumb and forefinger.

Softly, he spoke your name. You look at him, and the weight in your chest gets heavier when you look at those doe eyes. Big, brown, and wide, and pretty. With his eyes you think he's saying sorry. You think, but his mouth will say something entirely different.

"You know, I care about you a lot right?" he asked.

You nodded slowly in reply.

"So I expect the same in return. And it's not your fault, I know you do your best with... Shaun around," his voice took on a dark tone at the mention of your roommate. "But I just feel so neglected whenever he comes around,"

"He's coming between us."

"I don't mean to make you feel that way. And if I have, I'm really sorry." you replied, "It's just hard... balancing you both."