15 to 20 over night? Not Possible!

What the hell is going on?

Then it struck me how the hell did I get here,I was in my bed when I went to sleep.I was now scared and confused I slowly moved to get up but he moved his arm and I stopped frozen scared to wake him again.

I sat up and it jostled him a bit and he rolled over and looked at me groggily and i wanted to run but his stair kept me frozen where I sat,he yawned and blinked before staring at me again.

"J-J...Jackson?" I stuttered a bit, as he yawned again, and sat up as well, slightly stretching.

"Yes? Do you even know what time it is?" A hint frustration could be detected in his voice mixed with grogginess.

I was in too much awe struck to speak, let alone look at the clock that was placed on a small table beside the bed and answer his question.

 I couldn't take my eye's off of him. This had to be a dream! I can't wake up one morning and have Jackson Rathbone sleeping next to me. My mind was probably messing with me. Yeah, that had to be it. What other reason could explain this? I mean, I'm 15 and what, he's 24? He could go to jail if anyone found out about this. Where are my parent's? I'm sure they would not be the slightest bit happy with this. I'm going to be grounded for life!.

This Is insane this can not be happening!,I sat up putting more space between us and he noticed that I looked towards the door.Turning my attention back to man of my dreams, his face took on a softer expression, as a bit of his hair fall's over his eye's.No No think girl think straight this is not the time to drawl.

"Hm? What's wrong?" He questions me "You look like you've seen a ghost or something." He chuckled a bit under his breath.I think i bloody have I wanted to tell him but I could not say a thing.

"What's wrong?" He repeated while he scooted over, sitting directly in front of me, moving even closer then before if that was even possible. Which made slightly nervous, and in response I scooted backwards to try to get more space between us as much as possible. His face moved closer to mine as he tried to close in the space between us. My eye's widened, my heart started beating faster, I was too nervous for this, I quickly snatched the blanket up to hide my face, but what I didn't know was that the blanket was securely wrapped around his leg, and as I pulled it, it tightened around his leg, making him fall to the floor.

I felt guilt come inside me ,I hated that and i looked down at what i was wearing i was wearing one of his shirts no no this can not happen.This mught be the man of my dreams but this is not wright.

"This can't be real, this can't be real!' I repeated in my head.

"Ow! Why'd you do that?!" He yelled, unwrapping the blanket from his leg.He yet did not get up groaning out in pain.I looked at the floor and found shorts picked them up put them on and Jackson saw me do that and his eyes narrowed in confusion.

I got up watching Jackson as he got up coming towards me.

"Jess your really confusing me here,what's going on"He said softly trying not to scare me i guess.But i backed up and looked towards the door and ran out of it to see a man on the sofa so i did not head into that direction.

In that moment I stopped arms wrapped around me in a lover action, but I did not know what was going on so I fought it I kicked and hit and when he let go I nearly fell to the ground but court myself.

"Where...am I?" I asked after a awkward moment of silence that fell upon the two of us.

"Home?"I heard from Jackson he looked carefully and confusion and slight fear on the situation 

"I don't live here!,this is crazy!,why am I here?!"I said panicking now he came towards slowly hands raised in a "I'm not gonna hurt you"motion.

"Jess I need you to calm down you gonna pass out if you don't"He said sternly but in a loving way.Wait a minute how does he know i do that.I tried to slow my heart beat and after a minute I did.

"Home? I live here?" I said Looking around the room. It was a pretty nice place, homey, and pretty spacious. I wouldn't mind living here. The couch seemed like leather, the TV hung in front of the couch was a plasma. The rest of the furniture was a black color, the chair's, the frame's that hung up all over the walls with pictures of Jackson, This other boy, and Myself at various occasion, the table, and the coffee table was also black .

" You've been living here for about a year, almost two, already and you can't even remember your own home? Wow. I'm not even that bad." The boy on the sofa suddenly said he grinned at me then directed his attention back to the tv and began playing his game that had been paused.

"A year? How old am I?" I whispered to quietly to Jackson, more to myself then him though.

The next word's that came out of his mouth, I just simply couldn't believe.