Oh God I'm Sick of Sleeping Alone ON HOLD

You Had Me At Come Over Boy

*Alex's POV*

Jack stayed at mine until the sky started to darken, I don't even know where the time went. We talked about his old school and we talked about his new school. We played guitar together and sung some songs.

"Alex! We're home!" I heard a shrill voice call from downstairs.

I groaned loudly and Jack looked over at me with concern.

"Mum and dad? If you want I can leave?" he said quietly.

"No. No I mean please stay?" I asked, my voice suddenly dry.

Jack smiled at me and nodded his head. I jumped on my bed, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling. Jack sat on the windowsill, strumming away at his guitar.

"Honey! Where are you dear!" mother called out again.

I ignored her, dragging a hand down my face. Jack tried hard not to laugh and ended up a spluttering mess in the corner. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, laughing at his face.

"Alex! Honey! There you are! Didn't you hear me calling!" mum burst into the room.

I looked over at her and my smile dropped. God, she was too fake for her own good.

"Yeah whatever." I grumbled, looking away.

"Now that's rude. I raised you better than this. Aren't you even going to introduce me to your friend there?" she asked, obviously faking being upset.

"Nope." I replied, popping the p.

Jack snorted and mum glared over at him.

"Uh, allergies." he quickly explained.

"Right. Anyway sweetheart, your father and I are going out on a business trip for a couple of weeks and we are leaving tomorrow morning. We were wondering if you wanted to come out for dinner with us? Your friend is more than welcome to come." she pronounced friend as if it dirtied her mouth to say it.

"No thanks. I would rather not go to a posh as fuck restaurant with sleazy assholes inhabiting it." I responded bitterly.

"Alrighty then. We'll see you in a few weeks." Mum said, falsely happy.

She left the room and the house was silent for far too long. I heard a bag being zipped up, followed by the front door slamming and the car driving away. I sighed loudly.

"Wow." Jack whispered.

"Hmm?" I replied, still staring at the ceiling.

"I thought my mum was bad." He coughed out.

I turned my head to face him and I saw him cringing slightly. I chuckled.

"Yeah. She's bad." I joked.

I rolled over onto my side, to actually look at Jack better, and propped my head up with my hand. We locked eyes for a moment and we stayed like that for a long time. This was weird. Really weird. I smiled awkwardly and he grinned back.

"Hey Jack." I whispered, breaking the silence that was smothering me.

"Yeah?" He replied quietly, breaking eye contact.

"Do you wanna stay over? I don't really like being home alone..." I asked, my voice wavering slightly.

"I'll have to ask my parents, but if they say yeah then sure." he muttered.

I thought for a while and smiled at him.

"You live down this street too right? We could go see your parents now, I could introduce myself?" I asked him quietly.