You Can't Hide Forever (boyxboy)

Chapter 12

*Jax's POV*

I think I remember falling asleep but I didn't even know if I was home or not. Events from last night came rushing back to me in different stages that made me really confused. I let out a groan of frustration opening my eyes only to be blinded by the sun streaking in from the crack in the curtains. Thank whoever made blackout curtains because without them I probably would never get any sleep. The only problem was that if I were to open my windows and didn't readjust the curtains then they would be slightly cracked letting in light.

Ugh. My head was pounding like crazy. I tried sitting up only to have black spots dance before my eyes. I lay back down with a huff rubbing my fingers in circles over my temples. I heard my bedroom door open and close softly.

I opened one eye revealing Oliver in a pair of basketball shorts and a black tank top. He had a tray of food on it. He looked up from the floor and smiled a little, "Hey didn't know you were up," he said softly, placing the tray on the nightstand next to me. He went to the other side of the bed and sat down.

"Yea, I just woke up actually but the sun kind of blinded me so hence why my eyes were closed," I said with a small chuckle, the sound of my voice was probably anything but pleasant. I try opening my eyes again wincing at the bright light. I looked at the tray of food noticing some orange juice and a couple of ibuprofen. I swallowed a little bit of orange juice then popped the pills, ha not like that, into my mouth letting them slide down with some more orange juice.

I looked over at Oliver, "Thank you," I whispered. I grabbed the tray placing it in my lap wanting to just eat it all, "Come on man help me eat this, and how did you manage to cook all this?"

"I didn't really know what you were in the mood for so I just made a little bit of everything," he said with a shrug. I scooted the tray over so it was balancing between our outstretched legs trying not to knock anything over.

We ate in a comfortable silence enjoying the food. I do admit that food was the ultimate cure for my hangovers key word my here. I looked over at my clock realizing it was only nine in the morning making me groan again. Oliver chuckled to himself even though he was probably laughing at me than with me even if I wasn't laughing.

Sunday only meant one thing, yardwork day. I didn't care really, most people 'relaxed' on Sunday's but not the Greysons. We did yardwork or even sometimes housework together making us 'stronger' as a family since we were bonding but not really. I think my dad liked whenever I helped because it taught me things I would need later on in life.

The only reason I despised it today was because one I had a hangover and just wanted to be under the covers all day, and two my new found feelings for Oliver would sure ruin the fun atmosphere of yardwork. My mom usually worked in the garden since it was one of her great passions, I did share it with her; I helped her in the garden a little bit then worked with my dad and the process would repeat.

I would probably be helping my mom most of the time because Oliver was here; he and my dad shared an odd bond as if he were my slightly older brother. I shivered at the thought. We finished the delicious breakfast and were in the middle of gathering the plates back onto the tray when there was a knock at the door.

My dad walked in after already in his white shirt and jeans with his 'yardwork' boots which were an older pair of what construction workers wear, alright combat boots I guess one would say.

"Hey I was just about to wake the two of you. Sunday only means one thing boys and both of you know well enough by now the routine we go through so get your butts up we only have so much in the day," my dad stated with a grin plastered on his face clapping his hands at the end.