I wake up in the morning to find nobody next to me. The cold air rushed to my leg that was stucking out of the blanket.
OH gosh its so cold!
I wrap myself in the blanket and look around for my clothes. I can't find them anywhere. I swear that I dropped my shirt there. I look at all the drawings around the bed. and the memories of last night fill my head, I can't help but smile like a little girl. No, I need to act manly. Now where are my clothes?
I give up in minutes and look in my wardrobe for something else to wear. No.........
Oh Jack... why?
Not a trace of my clothes, nothing. everything is gone! My wardrobe is empty. Except for Jack's blue frosted hoodie. Why? Does he want me to wear this?
I need to put something on. My thin bed sheet won't do at all... but's it's Jack's hoodie!
I look around my room one more time before deciding that the air is too cold, and so I put the hoodie on. It smells just like him, like sharp peppermint. And its as soft as freshly fallen snowflakes.
Thanks a lot Jack! This covers.... nothing! Oh god, I need to pull it down, it's too small.
I walk out into the corridor. I wonder if Dad's home. I peer around the corner, to see if he is back.
I can smell cooking coming from the kitchen. It's not fish, so it's not dad. (Fish is the only food he knows how to cook.)
I hesitate, but take another step forward, clutching down on Jack's hoodie. I can hear pots rattling and someone mumbling or humming.
It certainly isn't Gobbler, he doesn't hum, he whistles whilst he works. (I should know. he always torchers me with is whistling whilst I work.)
I hope it's Jack. I never want to leave his side now.
"Hum hummm hum hummmmmmmmmmmm" I hear a voice humming.
I slowly walk down stairs scared but exited to find out who is cooking in the kitchen. I look around the corner to the kitchen. It is Jack! He is so amazing, just standing there, cooking over the stove. His white hair, so cool. He is smiling whilst humming. I guess that means that he is happy about last night. His abs are showing, he is sweating a little bit whilst cooking. I could just stand here forever looking at him.
"Hey..." He says turning around showing his perfect teeth in a cheesy grin.
"Hi." I say walking to him, looking at what he is cooking. Eggs, and sausage.
"I see you chose to actually wear something foe breakfast. Shame, I wanted to see you naked again!" He says, putting his hand around my waste pulling me forward.
"Jack!" I shout at him.
"Oh, stop being shy. It's a bit too late now..." He says slowly, leaning in for a kiss.
It was firm, and after a bit of practice I slide my tong into his mouth. I can feel him smiling and he does the same.
We should part, but I don't want to. Its feels so amazing! But we do...
"Wow!" He says to me. "W-O-W!" He repeats.
"Was it good?" I ask, looking at my hands, still clutching onto his hoodie hard.
He takes my hands lifts them up, kisses me softly on the cheack, and tells me: "Good doesn't even begin to describe it."
I sigh deeply looking into his eyes, and then we hear sizzling, so he goes and attends to his cooking.
We sit down at the table, with food all on one plate. Jack feeds me like a child, but I feel like he wants to protect me as well... and a bit of me wants to be a child, so he will protect me.
"Come on. Eat my sausage." He says playfully teasing me with the peace of meat. I hesitate but take a bite.
"Good isn't it?" He asks me.
"Not as good as last night." I reply.
"Oy! What are you trying to say about my cooking skills?"
"I'm saying that your sex skills are much better"
Jack hisses my forehead and I eat the rest of the sausage.
"So where did u hide my clothes?" I finally ask Jack.
"In the top cupboard of the kitchen." He replied.
I got up, and said: "show me."
I followed him to the kitchen, and he opened a cupboard full of shirts and pants.
"I need to get changed." I said grabbing them, and slowly making my way up the stairs.
"I'll come with you." He says.
"No! You need to go. Dad is going to come any minute." I reply, trying to ditch him. It would bee awkward getting dressed in front of him.
"Fine." He said. I thought he took it a bit lightly but then he said: "But first.... I think I need my hoodie back."
I sigh. "Jack, cant I give it back after I get dressed?"
"Nope!" He said.
I sigh and try to walk up the stairs. But Jack grabs my chest and tries to lift it up. I move, and pull it down even more, with one hand whilst tiring to carry my clothes with the other.But he is pulling it up! NO!
"NO! Stop it Jack!" I say.
"Why hide?" He asks me. He then finally pulls the small hoodie off me. The clothes fall to the floor and Jack slides his hand up my naked back.
I scoop up the clothes on the floor, and I cover my penis wit it. I then run up the stairs.
"Nice bum!" He shouts up.
"Stop looking at me!" I yell back before.
"Sounds familiar!" I can hear him shout in the background.
