Words To Die By(All Time Low)

Chapter 2~ Morning After

I ended up sharing a cab with Jack. Rian was apprehensive, but looked happy nonetheless. He probably wanted to get to Zack as quick as possible. From what I figured out Jack was a light weight and was already shitfaced with a quarter of the drinks I had. Or was that a lie too.  The cab ride was full of laughter and jokes. We ended up getting off at the same place. My crappy apartment building. We went to my floor. He lived right across from me. I opened my door, his remained shut. I invited him in and closed the door. The door he pushed me up against.  His lips felt rough and chapped. Our breaths were filled with the smell of a lower town pub.  Hands roaming and moans escaping. He picked me up and I let him. Again a decision I wish to take back. We did what hormonal humans do then we fell asleep. Was this what you planned all along?

I woke up the next morning confused. Memories of the night before gone. Well memories of him gone. I wish it could have stayed that way. He wasn't in bed when I turned around. I didn't get up until the smell of food entered my nostrils. Rolling myself out of bed I shuffled toward the delicious smell.    

"Morning." Was said by his voice.  

"Morning, um. This might be rude, but what is your name? I don't remember anything past Zack asking out Rian last night." 

"Barakat, Jack Barakat." We both laughed.

"I would say nice reference, but that wasn't good." I told him. "And sorry my insults are weak. I need my caffeine fix."

"Well it's a good thing I have some right here. I didn't know how you like it so I put three sugars in it. It's the way I drink it." Maybe I should've taken this as a warning. It was so specific.

"I drink it like that too." At the time I didn't think anything of it. "So, did we, um... You know."

"Yeah... Pancakes?" He quickly dismissed the awkwardness. 

"Sure." So, we ate breakfast. The rest of the morning was filled with weird conversations and sexual tension.

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It was about nine when I had to go to work. I found myself not wanting to leave. Something about him interested me. He reminded me that the world could be interesting. And I wasn't to sure if that was something I would ever remember. I thought it made me content, and maybe it did. But was it worth the price? I don't think so.

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A/N: So I got my computer fixed and decided to upload a chapter. I hoped you liked it. Don't forget to vote and shit. ~Er