“SON!,” Mrs Barakat screeched as she ran past me to hug her son “How was tour? Have you been washing?” she asked sternly smelling her son slightly and wrinkling her nose a little.
“Yes mom,” Jack answered looking a little embarrassed, I had to stifle my giggles at this “and tour was fucking awesome!,” he beamed.
“Well that’s good, you look skinny,” Mrs Barakat observed “doesn’t he look skinnier than usual Rae?,” the friendly woman questioned looking over at me for my opinion.
“Nothing a few of your famous pancakes won’t sort out,” I smiled.
“Good idea hunnie!,” Mrs Barakat beamed “I’ll go and make you them now!,” she ranted whilst hugging her son and running off towards the kitchen.
“Hey Mrs B,” I called after her “my jeans are feeling a little loose, I think I’ve lost weight, any chance of some pancakes for your favourite growing girl?,”.
“Off course darling, you didn’t think I would leave you out did you?,” Mrs B called out chuckling.
“Nope, just making sure,” I laughed. Jack was now laughing slightly as well.
“What?,” I asked mock innocence.
“You haven’t lost weight, you’ve gained it,” Jack smirked grabbing his suitcase and running upstairs knowing I was going to get him for that.
“HEY YOU CAN RUN BOOBS BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE,” I screeched taking off after him.
Running up the stairs taking them two at a time I could hear Mrs B laughing from the kitchen downstairs obviously happy nothing had changed since her son went on tour, I smiled to myself as I banged Jacks door that I knew he was currently standing up against so that I couldn’t get in. It was good to know he hadn’t changed at all.
“Let me in,” I called pounding my fists on the door,
“What the hells going on?,” a confused voice from behind me asked sleepily.
“Oh hey Joe, nothing, your stupid pig of a brother called me fat again so now I’m trying to get in to give him hell,” I laughed.
“Oh he did, did he,?” Joe asked raising and eyebrow “okay, step aside“.
I moved out of the way and watched as Joe effortlessly opened Jack’s bedroom door and ran inside to pin his brother to the floor.
“Okay Rae, fire away!,” Joe laughed as he had Jack on the ground unable to move.
I laughed to myself and ran over deciding I would do the one thing Jack hates more than anything in the world. Tickle him. After about fifteen minutes of Jacks screaming like a little girl and repeating over and over again that I wasn’t in fact fat I let him off the hook and got up. Joe released a now tomato red and panting Jack who just lay on the floor trying to catch his breath.
“He gives you any more grief let me know,” Joe smirked raising his hand as he walked out.
“Will do,” I smiled high fiving him as he passed.
“Oh and by the way its good to have you back lil bro,” Joe laughed as Jack casually flipped him off.
Two hours later after being fed more pancakes than anyone should ever consume in a lifetime never mind in one morning Jack and I were sprawled out on my bed watching ‘Beetlejuice’. I was cuddled into his side and he had his face snuggled into my hair. If anyone who didn’t know us walked in right now they’d think we were a couple. We weren’t though, not now, not before and certainly not ever. We were just the closest friends in the world. Of course I had a huge crush on him, well more like I was completely in love with him. But he didn’t see me like that unfortunately, and even if he had off once, he certainly doesn’t after I dated Alex. Sighing to myself as I remembered myself and Alex’s relationship. I had once believed I was in love with him, looking back now however I am highly aware I was young and naïve, it was more infatuation than love. He broke my heart regardless of whether our love was real or not though. The night he had left me after we had sex for the first time, the night of our prom. I would never forget that night, not because my heart ached so much, not because I was crushed that Alex would be that insensitive but because that was the night I realised I was in fact in love with Jack. I remember running straight to him unable to speak through my tears as the aftermath of Alex just getting up, getting dressed and walking out on me while I lay there at my most vulnerable was fresh on my mind.
