Travel (A Jack and Finn Harries Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

            My eyes shrink inside of the daylight. The sun shines through the open balcony doors, and I can hear the busy people of California down below. I sit up and look around the room, feeling entirely alone. Jack isn’t in bed.

            I hear the bathroom sink turn on and I grab onto the thinnest sheet to hold up over my bare chest. My fingers instinctively move through my hair to release all of the tangles. The water turns off and the door swings open. He makes eye contact with me and smiles big, rubbing his hands along the front side of his jeans to dry them off.

            “Oh, hello,” his voice sounds different.

            Jack stands underneath the doorway to the bathroom, looking down at the ground awkwardly. I try to figure out how he looks so different.

            “Jack gives his sincerest apologies, um,” he clears his throat, “He had to leave and didn’t want to wake you.”

            “Who are you?” the words fly out of my mouth.

            “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Finn. Jack’s brother.”

            My eyebrows raise and I stare at the new twin, pointing out in my mind each way that he’s different from Jack. Their jawlines, smiles, and hair seem to vary in the slightest ways.

            I realize that I’ve been staring at him for too long. I nod my head, “I didn’t know Jack had a twin. I…well. I guess there’s a lot of things I don’t know about him.”

            I press my palm against my cheek and close my eyes. My head doesn’t hurt that bad, but I still feel horrible. This is so awful, sitting in a guys bed completely naked and talking to his brother.

            “I should let you get dressed. I’ll be right outside the door,” he tells me before taking a few strides out of sight.

            I push the covers aside and throw my legs over the side of my bed. I quickly slide my panties up my legs and hook my bra around my chest. I pull on my pants and then search for my blouse. It’s gone, and that’s when I notice that this room isn’t nearly as messy as I thought it was last night.

            I think all about last night before sitting down on the end of the bed in defeat. I cover my face with my hands. My eyes feel hot and now tears and slipping down my cheeks. Last night was my first night back in California and I spent it in bed with a guy who I barely even know. I’ll probably never even see Jack again, and that makes this whole experience so much worse.

            “Are you okay?” Finn’s voice is full of actual concern and I’m surprised.

            My head lifts up from my hands and I look at him. He looks tense and worried, with small lines forming on his forehead.

            “I’m fine,” I wipe my cheeks, “I’m just not like this.”

            “Like what?” he moves closer.

            “I’m not the girl that goes home with a guy she just met. I’ve never done this before and I know what you must think of me.”

            Finn’s eyebrows furrow together, “Jack isn’t the type to do this either, trust me. You were both bladdered last night. I don’t think poorly of you in any way.”

            “But I’ve never had meaningless sex before,” I don’t know why I’m spilling my thoughts to Jack’s brother, but he doesn’t seem to mind so I continue, “I feel so used.”