The boy from across the road.

12

Olivia's POV

I woke up to a mop of messy black hair in my face. I recoiled and waited for ny eyes to adjust. When they finally did, I saw a sleeping Jack by my side with no shirt on.
I lifted the cover slowly and sighed in relief when I saw he had sweatpants on.
The sun was beaming through the windows and hit me directly in the face.
"Gaaah!" I hissed.
I felt Jack stir next to me. "Oli..?" he mumbled.
I smiled to my self at the realization that he was still asleep.
"Oli...don't go...please...." he mumbled again.
I blushed deeply, he was dreaming about me...
I slowly got closer before pushing Jack off of his bed and landing with a big thud.
"GAAAAAHHHHH?!?! WHAT?!" he looked at me shocked.
"WHY?!" he yelled.
I shrugged my shoulders before getting up and skipping over to the dresser where I had left my phone. I picked it up and my eyes widened.
"One hundred and twelve texts from mom?!?!" I yelled.
"Fuck" said Jack finally getting up.
I turned around to look and him and man, did he look good.
His hair was messy and pointing in all different directions. His eyes were tired and his body, damn his body. His chest was hard like his stomach, he had muscly arms and defined broad shoulders with a nice eight pack to match.
"Like what you see princess?" he smirked.
"N-No" I said turning my attention back to my phone.
I decided to just call my mom.

"Olivia? Olivia?! Oh my god! Are you okay? Where are you?!" my mom blurted.
"Relax mom, I'm at Jack's house. We came back to his to watch a movie and ended up falling asleep" I decided to skip the bit about the party.
"You should have called!" she yelled.
"Well I wasn't planning on falling asleep" I defended.
I heard a sigh on the other end of the phone.
I looked up at Jack who mouthed 'all okay?'. I nodded and he left the room.
Where the heck is he going?
"Okay, as long as your safe" said my mom.
"I am mom, don't worry. I'll see you later" I assured her.
"Okay honey, see you later"
She hung up as did I. I set the phone back on the dresser and walked out into the cream coloured hallway.
"Jack?" I called out. I heard what seemed to be sizzling. I walked down the stairs and in to the kitchen to see Jack flipping bacon.
"Since when do you flip bacon?" I chuckled.
"Well excuse me for being different" Jack said in fake hurt.
I saw something black on the side of his arm.
"What's that?" I asked pointing.
Jack looked at his arm and turned the skin towards me. My hands flew to my mouth and I gasped. Jack smiled.
"You...you got a tattoo?" I muttered.
"Yeah, for my seventeenth birthday"
The tattoo was a single puzzle piece, it was a corner piece with one side to connect and the other to be connected at the bottom.
"Why a puzzle piece?" I asked examining it.
He shook his head and went back to the bacon, slowly lifting it with the spatula and shaking it on to the plate. He continued to do this until two plates had six pieces each. He then got a couple of eggs and cracked them over the pan.
"Since when can you cook?" I asked impressed.
He chuckled and showed his adorable dimples.
"It's just bacon and eggs" he smiled.
"Yeah well, for a person that can't even make toast right, bacon and eggs is pretty impressive" I defended crossing my arms.
"No kidding, that's why I always had to make the toast whenever someone decided they were hungry" he smirked.
I smiled and took a seat at the island, I watched him cook in silence, it wasn't weird, just comfortable.
"So where are your parents?" I asked.
"I think they're in Washington" he shrugged.
"Oh" was all I said.
He finished the eggs and slid them on to the plates with the bacon.
He picked up the two plates carefully and put one in front of me and the other he carried with him to the spot next to me and sat down while placing the plate on the island.
We ate in silence, both of us wolfing down our food. Jesus I didn't know I was so hungry.
After we finished Jack took the plates and placed them in the sink. He looked up at me and smirked.
"What?" I asked.
He walked closer. I felt my body tense.
He ran at me and picked me up bridal style.
"Aaahhh!!!" I yelled.
He threw me on the sofa and jumped on me, pinning both my wrists above my head with one hand, while he used the other to tickle me without mercy. He was straddling me while I wriggled and laughed.
"J-J-Jack! S-S-Stop!" I laughed.
Somehow I broke free of his grasp and tickled his sides.
He let out a high pitch shreak and jumped back.
Now it was my turn to straddle him.
I tickled every place I remember him saying he was ticklish. I went for his neck, ribs, armpits, ears...
He trashed and laughed while begging me to stop. He grabbed my waist and pulled me forwards. Our faces were mere inches apart. I could feel his hot breath on my face, my heart thumped so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
He stared in to my eyes, every now and then glancing at my lips.

Wait, is he going to kiss me?

I closed my eyes and just waited. But I could feel myself being lifted. Wait what?
I opened my eyes and saw Jack walking over to the staircase. Boy he's fast.
He looked over to me and I could see his face go red.
"I'm uh, gonna go shower" he said before running up the stairs and full speed.

What just happened?