Suicidal Tendencies-Jalex

8.

Me and Jack weren't official but we definitely acted like it. We held hands and fed each other food. I mean, hell, we wrote each other poems that's how cliche we were. All the nurses thought we were adorable and none of the patients really gave us a second glance. It was great, to not have to care what people thought about us. I mean not that I would let that affect us, if anyone said shit about Jack I'd probably beat the shit out of them before they finished their sentence. I wouldn't say I'm the jealous type per say but I'm definitely protective. My moms surprised how attached I've grown to Jack just this past week. She thinks we're moving too fast and that we need time to develop our friendship more. In most cases I'd agree wholeheartedly with her, but there's just something about Jack that's telling me to take the chance and skip the whole friendship bonding part. I want to protect him and call him mine as soon as possible. I can't take the chance of losing him, not when I'm so close to having him. Good lord I sound so possessive right now.

We're currently on the roof, we snuck out of the ward to get some fresh air, and we're just talking. Jack is also drawing the city below, the people he sees, the skyline, pretty much anything he thinks is interesting or beautiful. Right now he's drawing one of the doctors whose out having a smoke. How ironic right? The person who's supposed to save your life and be extremely healthy is the one who's putting themselves at risk of multiple cancers and probable early death. It's sad really. "What do you think their story is?" Jack asked. "I don't know, what do you mean?" I was curious where he was going with this. "Like what do you think their story is? Do they have a wife and kid, maybe more then one kid because they love children. Or maybe they're single and living in an apartment all by themselves because they haven't found the person they love yet. Maybe they have a boyfriend? Maybe they go home after long shifts and drink themselves to sleep because they're so sick of their life. Or maybe they go home and make a bowl of popcorn and they sit in front of the tv and just relax until they fall asleep. What is their story?" Jack rambled. This was probably the first time I realized how in depth he thought about everything. How he analyzed everything so he could fully understand it. Maybe that's why he loved art, I thought. Maybe the art helps him capture every little thing about someone or something so he can fully comprehend what it is or who they are. "I don't know Jack. I wish I did, but I don't think we can ever fully understand someone's story. It's a part of them that's just to complex and complicated." I sighed and he walked up to me, putting his hands around my waist and leaning his head on my shoulder. He nodded, and we both just looked out at the horizon when I suddenly had a thought and started to giggle. He looked at me confused when I stretched my arms out and said; "Look Jack I'm flying!" and then I burst out laughing along with him. "That was the dorkiest thing you have ever done. Oh my god." he sputtered out in between laughs. "I couldn't help it. It was the perfect moment okay." I giggled. I looked at the boy in front of me. The boy who's face was incredibly adorable even if his nose was a little big and his hair was a little odd and skunk-like. I looked at him and came to realization. "You're so full of life Jack." he stopped laughing and just looked at me with a smile on his face. "I feel like there's hidden meaning behind those words." I nodded as I leaned against the railing behind me. " you are a universe. you are made up of your own little galaxies, with stars and black holes and planets. you're a complex being that is made up of life. there are the things that we can take time to comprehend, that we can take the time to understand and take apart to get to know you as well as we can. but there are also the things we can not understand, like dark matter, the deep, dark things that each person carries with them, that no matter how hard we try and how much prying we use we will never be able to understand, or at least fully understand. " I took a deep. breath and walked towards him before continuing, "I want to be one of the ones that gets to analyze you. figure out every little thing about you that you hold. I want to explore your planets and stars and galaxies. I want to know everything there is to know about you. especially what's hidden in your dark matter. I guess what I'm leading up to is, will you be my boyfriend Jack? Will you let me explore every inch of your body and mind?" He stared at me in awe. He looked so surprised at what had come out of my mouth before he nodded his head, slowly at once but then quicker once he realized he looked hesitant. "Yes Alex. Oh my god yes of course I'll be your boyfriend!" I leaned down kissed him as his hands came up to cup my face. I don't think I'd ever been that happy before. Jack Barakat, the one with Tourette's syndrome and slight self harm issues yet was undeniably beautiful in every way possible was officially mine. Mine to hold and kiss and protect. He was mine to love. Forever and always.

a/n: I'm so sorry for taking so long to update I just couldn't get motivation /: I hope you guys have all been doing good ❤️ -hannah