"C'mon Jack follow me." I grumbled while trudging up the stairs. He followed me up the stairs into my brother's old bedroom. "Look in the closet look in the draws. See if you find anything comfortable and your size. Plus you'll be sleeping here." I stated rather rapidly while rolling my eyes and heading out into my room.
I walked in and I saw my supernatural, Sherlock, and twenty one pilots posters, scattered on my wall and my room neatly done. Except a few things here and there.
I sat on my bed and I charged my phone. I took my shoes off and my wet clothes. I put on a normal shirt and some sweats. I was going to exit my room until Jack walked in.
"Hey jerk!" He shouted while walking into my room. "Hey bitch." I greeted while grabbing my door handle. "No." He said while grabbing my arm. "Why?" I asked while removing my arm from his grip.
"I need to talk to you." He responded while sitting on my bed along with him. "I don't think I like Lydia." Jack frowned while telling the truth.
"I swear to fucking god. Why are you fucking like this?" I muttered while grimacing. "I'm serious, I think I like someone else." He complained while sitting Indian style. "So how are you going to break up with Lydia then?" I asked a bit relieved but yet I showed no emotion.
"I'll just text her. It's the worst way so yeah." He smiled while whipping out his phone. He began typing and I assume Jack pressed the send button.
"All done?" I asked while grabbing a comb to brush my purple hair. "Mhm." He hummed while nodding. I continued to brush while he stared at his phone and glanced up at me a few times.
"Why are you staring at me Jack?" I asked annoyed yet confused. "Does it not hurt?" He asked while shaking his head. In actuality he thought I was pretty and I did not know.
I shook my head and continued brushing. My mother called us down so we went to go eat dinner. "So what will it be mom?" Jack chuckled while looking at the kitchen.
"It will be homemade pizza son." She joked while I groaned and held the bridge of my nose. Jack brushed his hand against mine and looked at me affectionately and very seductively. I furrowed my brows but I brushed it off.
We all got our serving of two slices. My divorced mother, Jack, and myself. We all ate peacefully except for the general question about how was your day.
Jack and I gobbled our food and we headed upstairs towards my room. I jumped on my bed and he sat down on it. "What do you want to do?" I asked gently while glancing around my bedroom. "I don't know." He replied while standing up and pacing around my room. "Wanna sit on the roof?" I asked while checking the percentage on my cellphone.
75%
"Sure." He agreed happily while clapping his hands. "Okay my mom goes to bed in five minutes. It's uh 9:55. She'll come in now." I predicted while she walked in.
"Don't stay up late." She warned while walking out and closing the door. They heard another door open and close.
YOU ARE READING
The Time We Kissed
RomanceI remembered it like it was yesterday. The day we became friends, the day I was heartbroken because he dated someone else, the day he didn't want to date her, the day he told me that he liked me very much, and finally the day he kissed me.
