My Jackaboy - A Love Story

Monday morning

[this chapter is in mark's pov]

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Saturday evening was both great and horrible, it was great because of the delicious casserole my family and I got to enjoy and hoe closely crammed into Jack's lower washroom as I was with him but it was horrible because of the awkward glances at his unbelievably nice stature and the awkward blushing and eye-contact.

Sunday was nothing but packing, the only thing special is that my dad decided to go out and get me a phone from Tesco, (basically the Wal-Mart of Ireland, it's an LG G3; pretty nice phone actually),  for schooling and things so Sunday evening I went to jack's house and asked him for his number and he just gave it to me, kind of surprised. It's probably because I told him i needed to know when to leave to school and how to navigate there. We stayed up late talking that night it was kinda nice. At around 11 pm Sunday night, mid conversation he said "you should get Skype" my response was simply just "why?" I got the reply from him I had both been hoping for but still never expecting to happen;

"I just want to see your face."

my heart stated racing, my face got all warm like the sun on a winter morning. 

Neither of us slept that night. I would say we got to know each other rather well just overnight we were probably considered friends. the thought of it makes me happy; the thought of him makes me happy.

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Monday morning hits us both like a sack of bricks as we literally didn't sleep it was the end of the school year over here, it was February so it was literally just moving to 2nd semester. He noted early that morning, around 5-ish that there was no school today because there was no school the previous Friday because they were on what was called "mid-semester break".

My dad wasn't going to be home until later that night because he had a full day of work and he had to grab me some stuff for school tomorrow.

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Anything Jack ever said to me brought a smile directly to my face even if it was just "lol" or something so simple it shouldn't have made me smile like "hey" or something. But one text at about 10 am made me jump up and down in my room like a child on Christmas morning. The text was "why don't you come over so I can show you around my house, maybe we'll play some video games ?" yup that's it, an invitation to his house just next door. I got ready, threw a shirt on, kept my sweats on and threw on my shoes. I pretty much skipped the whole way up the hill, I texted my dad explaining to him what I was doing, left my brother a note if he got home before me.