"The Sketcher." (A Jacksepticeye Story.)

Soft Lips, Pale Face

"I'm so happy that you are not afraid to be who you are. Because that's one of the most important things that a person has to overcome."
- Sean William McLoughlin

Chapter Seven

Amber didn't even want to hug Jack.

At first

   It just..happened. She needed the comfort, she needed the hug. Especially from someone like him. Her face heated up when she realized what she had said to him in a fit of anger. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't find the motivation to unlock her arms from around his neck. She could smell his cologne, she always wandered what he smelled like.

That was weird.

"I'm so sorry, Amber. I swear none of this is a joke. You're not being tricked or fooled, I honestly just want to get to know you."

   Amber finally pulled away, taking a step back and wiping the corners of her eyes. She sighed, wringing her hands and taking another step back. She felt so overwhelmed and couldn't find her voice for a few seconds.

"I-I'm sorry I yelled. I didn't mean to..I'm just so tired of being pushed around by them. No one talks to me, no one wants to be my friend, I'm always alone. I'm sorry, I talk a lot when I'm nervous." Ambers said quietly, looking away and tucking her hair behind her ears.

   Jack stepped up and grabbed her hand gently. She looked up, looking down at their hands. Her heart was beating so loud she was afraid he could hear it too.

"I like hearing your voice..so talk all you want." He stated, giving her a big grin.

   Amber felt a smile coming on, even though she didn't feel like smiling right now. He seemed to have that effect on her. I mean how could he not? With his blue eyes and sweet smile. This was the first time Jack had finally seen her actually smile. She would normally hide her smile with her hands or look away.
   It lit up her whole face and made her eyes shine. He found himself suddenly sweating and his heart racing at the sight of it. Uh oh.

"It...It means a lot that you came to talk. You didn't have to. You probably have a game, I'm guessing. You should probably get going." Amber said quickly, gesturing towards the Jersey he was wearing.

   He was reluctant to leave, he really didn't want to. At that moment, he could feel his phone start vibrating again. He ignored it, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes.

"I have a couple hours, there's time."

   Amber seemed shocked that he would want to spend time with her. She smiled a little and nodded, rubbing the back of her neck. Jack grabbed the dampened sketchbook and placed it in her hands.

"Don't let those douchebags get to you. I know they are giving you a hard time right now, but I'll help you. Don't worry. Ignore what they say about this sketchbook. Don't stop drawing, please." Jack said, running his fingers down the front of the cover.

   Amber's voice caught in her throat as she nodded. They stood in the kitchen for a few minutes before she offered the couch. She led him to it, awkward silence trailing on as they both sat down.
   Amber felt her anxiety increase and she didn't think before opening her mouth. His friends destroyed the drawing of Jack. She really enjoyed drawing him.

"C-Can I draw you again? To replace the one your friends destroyed? I know that sounds weird...trust me. I just...I like drawing you." Amber asked, gripping her pencil tightly.

   Jack didn't hesitate to agree and clap his hands together. She laughed and set her pencil and sketchbook down to pose Jack. Amber needed to pose him in the way she wanted to draw him.
She reached her hand out and moved his jaw gently forwards, so that Jack was looking straight. Her fingertips grazed his jawline, causing goosebumps to form on Jack's arms. She grabbed his wrist and placed his arm around the top of the couch, so he was in a comfortable position.
She was looking at him now from a side view, grabbing her notebook and starting to sketch. Jack's eyes would flicker towards her every now and then in the corner of his eyes. She played music in the background to fill the dead silence.
Jack smiled, and that was perfect for Amber. She wanted to capture this moment, the happiness that was bubbling out of Jack. Jack felt really nervous all of a sudden. He wanted to try something, to see if she would let him.
Jack reached over and grabbed her sketchbook. Amber looked up in surprise as he set it on the coffee table. She set her pencil down and placed her hands in her lap. She was confused as to why he took her notebook away.
Before she could ask, he reached over and touched her cheek. The movement was so sudden, it caught her off guard. She didn't move though, letting Jack caress her cheek and scoot closer. It was silent between them, besides the quiet music floating in from the kitchen.
   Jack has had last experience with girls. He's had plenty of girlfriends throughout the years. That was the problem, they never seemed to stay. They were always never his type, but his best friend always encouraged him to date them.
   He hasn't found anyone yet that really intrigued him, really made him want to date them. Not just going off of whatever his friends tell him to do and what they think is right for him.
   With Amber, he felt the complete opposite. She was someone who he wanted to get to know. Who wasn't trying to impress him by popularity or numbers. Honestly, the fact that his friends didn't seem to like her just made a bigger fact that he should continue.
  Throughout this time, Amber started to feel very awkward. She couldn't look straight at him so she closed her eyes, trying to relax.

"No, don't hide your eyes. I like looking at them." Jack said quietly.

   Amber slowly opened her eyes, her heart still racing. The rain came down harder, but in here they were warm. Jack stared into her eyes, also noticing her red cheeks. He could feel them beneath his hand. He leaned closer, only a handful of inches away from her now.

"Amber?" He asked, causing her to lift her eyes to his.

   His thumb ran over her cheek, his hand shaking a bit. He didn't know how this would go, but so far he thought he was doing good. He leaned a little closer so close that their lips were inches apart. Amber was staring into his eyes, her hands gripped in her lap tightly.

She wanted this.

"How about you draw this." Jack suggested, his breath fanning over her face.

   She blushed deeply, but leaned forward as he softly pressed his lips against hers. His hand fell, gripping hers in her lap gently. Before she even had time to register what was happening, she heard a honk from a car outside.
   Jack's lips were soft as they melted onto Amber's. Once she heard a second honk, she pulled away, covering her mouth with her hand. Jack had the biggest smile on his face, but turned towards the door.

"Jack!? Are you here!?"

   Jack groaned and slapped his hand against his forehead. It was his friends. When Jack peeked out the window, he saw them standing on his porch, knocking.

"Damn it."