*SIX WEEKS LATER*
ALEX'S POV
Jack stayed at my house throughout all six weeks to make sure I was okay. It turns out I was okay. Well, I was okay until on Saturday. I got it again, That all too familiar urge.
"J-Jack?" I whispered.
"Yeah," Jack asked, starting to get worried over how tense I was.
"Can we talk about," I stopped for a minute then continued,"It?"
Jack nodded knoing exactly what I was talking about. He patted the spot on his bed next to him, motioning for me to sit down next to him. I hesitated, but eventually, I walked over to his bed and sat next to him.
"Do you feel like you want to do,it, again?" Jack asked me. I nodded.
Jack pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back to keep me calm enough to talk.
"You can fight through this, Alex. I know you can," Jack whispered to me.
Jack laid down and pulled me down with him. He put his arm around my shoulder, just like he did when he found me covered in blood on the bathroom floor about 6 weeks ago. The night that Jack told me he loved me. It was just a friendly gesture, right?
"Alex, rememeber that night I told you I loved you?" Jack asked, looking at me.
I nodded.
"Well, I do love you. More than a friend, and more than a brother. I really do love you, Alex," Jack whispered, looking away.
I pulled myself up from his chest and kissed him on the cheek. He looked up at me and did the unexpected. Jack and I both leaned in at the same time and our lips met.
Suddenly, I forgot about everything. The pain, the depression, everything.
This was perfect.
