Adventurer *Jack J fanfic*

Chapter 4

Reece's p.o.v

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I go through all my other classes and I dread the ride to Jacks. I text my mom:

*Me*- Hey I'm going over to a friends house to work on a project so I will be home around dinner.

*Mom*- Okay sweetie, just be home before 10.

My mom really trusted me and she let me normally do whatever I want to keep me happy. She has taken on alcohol since last year. She still hasn't got over my father. It's sad really.

I go by the store and get some paper and pencils for the project and I go to the library to get a few books on John F. Kennedy. I get to Jack's door at 4:15 and he opens the door in sweatpants a tank and his glasses on but his hair is fixed more than usual. "Hey" he says turning around after opening the door and leaving me to walk in by myself. I have to close the door myself. "Oh what manners." I whisper under my breath. "My dad ain't home so it's just us." My heart starts to beat out of my chest. "Oh... okay." I say very scratchy and he notices and raises an eyebrow at me. "I'm not gonna do anything. I know better than that." He gives me a disgusted look and my breath sharpens and my eyes go wide.

How rude!

"I wasn't implying you were." I roll my eyes.

"where are we doing this project?" I say with irritation clear in my voice and I let out a stress breath that I had been holding in so I wouldn't slap him across the face for his last remark. "You can go ahead down to my room. It is the first door on the left down the stairs. I will be there in a second." I follow down the hall a little passing doors, and at the very end of the hall I see stairs leading downward into another dark hallway.I flip the switch and the stairs light up. Light bounces off of the beautiful cherry red wood flooring. It is truly beautiful. It has pictures of Jack's childhood on the hallway walls and some one drawer accent tables in different colors to help with the theme. Flowers adorn the hallway and bring out the dark grey walls. I open the first door on the left and it is a typical teenage boys room. Clothes are on the floor and stuff is crowding all the tops of dressers and night stands. It smells good though. Everything has really changed since I last seen it.

He walks in not far behind me and I sit my backpack and laptop on the bed. He got a plate of pizza rolls and ranch. "Want any?" He ask slightly shoving the plate toward me making the delicious food move around. "Umm, no thanks." I say just kinda eyeing him. I feel kinda rude but i'm not just gonna take it. "Whatever. Your loss. Just tell me if you get hungry." He says more politely than earlier and even adds a chuckle. He puts on music. A drake song comes on and it just so happened to be Right Hand. I humm every lyric while he finishes eating and I am researching information, waiting for him. I look up to see if he has finished, but to my surprise, he was staring at me with astonishment clear on his face. "What?" I laugh and kinda slur out the word. "I didn't know you listened to this genre." He says sitting up in his chair with his feet on the ground, elbows on his knees, facing toward me. "You don't know a lot about me anymore." I raise my eyebrows and say "but yes I listen to every genre depending on my mood." He sits back again. "Well for this occasion and your mood, How is this?" He says playfully. "Perfect." I say quietly, my face looking down at my computer screen but my eyes looking up at him,as I am smiling shyly, my hair slightly falling in my face. I still typed on my laptop as we spoke. In 8th grade I took a typing class and passed with an average of 55 words per minute and only 2 errors.

After he got done he asks, "What do I need to do to help your amazing progress?" he sat his plate down and was sneaking over toward me and sat next to me on the bed and glanced at the laptop's bright screen. I move my hand behind him and grab my backpack. His eyes are following my arm. I put the backpack on my lap and grab the library book out of it and hand it to him. "Read this and find at least 12 main ideas and write them all down on this paper..." I say grabbing out 3 pieces of paper and hand them to him with a pencil on top, "and that will be all for today." I smile at him at the end of my sentence and he walks back over to the desk he was sitting at and he complains a lot about the small job I gave him. "why twelve?!" He asks and huffs. "Why do we even have to do this project?" he repeats several times. "This book has nothing on JFK." I heard him whisper at least 20 times although the book was title John F. Kennedy's amazing life. Gah he complains a lot for a boy.