Weird Feelings (Jackson & Deuce Fan-Fic)

Chapter 6: Spark a Flame

Deuce and Jackson went back inside of the house. Frankie's spark had kindled something between them, it seemed. Something new for Deuce and something exciting for Jackson.

Deuce escorted Jackson back to the couch in the nonliving room. Jackson sat oddly close to Deuce but he didn't mind or even think twice.

Jackson let out an exaggerated yawn and said, "Have you ever been attracted to a manster?" He asked this with no hesitation or nervousness. It's seemed like after only one night full of gaming and talking, he was able to tell Deuce anything.

Deuce felt the same way... "Yes," he looked directly into Jackson's blue eyes, "I have."

Jackson's eyes went weary. "Ah, well. I'm-"

Jackson fell asleep next to Deuce. Deuce desperately wanted to know what he was going to say. But, he didn't wake him. All he did was put his arm around Jackson and kissed his head.

(Whoa.. I just kissed Jackson's head)

Jackson ended up lying his head on Deuces chest.

(He's laying on my chest... And now I have this weird feeling in my chest. Oh. It's just my heart beat. But it's getting faster the more I think about it... Do I like Jackson?... No. I'm with Cleo... But..)

Deuces stroked Jackson's hair until he fell asleep.

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"WHOAAAAAA." Clawd yelled as Jackson and Deuce woke up in fear. "Looks like your extended game session got a little to carried away, huh?!!"

Deuce quickly snatched his arm from behind Jackson and stood up. Jackson fixed his glasses and he nervously looked at Deuce. Deuce left the room without saying a word. Jackson looked at Clawd. Then at Gill. Then at Clawd again. They were starring at Jackson like he was disgusting even though Deuce was the one holding him.

Clawd and Gill shook their heads as they left the room. Jackson became sad. Deuce hadn't said anything to Jackson. And he just walked out once they were caught. Jackson grabbed his belongings and left through the back door. He looked around the backyard recalling what had happened last night. He jumped onto the fence and sat at the top for a second, looking at Deuce's beautiful backyard. He jumped off on the other side as soon he saw Deuce through the window.

"Deuce, what was that?!" Clawd obnoxiously asked.

Deuce turned around and assertively demanded, "Clawd, get out of my house!"

"Dude, do we need to talk?" Gill asked sweetly.

"Get out!" He stormed to the kitchen and slammed the counter. "Get the hell out of my house."

Clawd rolled his eyes and left. Gill, however, stayed behind and said, "You can talk to me... You know? If you need to."

Deuce was a bit more calm now but still to upset and confused to let anyone in. "I said get out."