8 - Say Please

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Title credit: Tonight Alive

Cecilia's POV:

Finally we arrive home close to midnight. Prom actually wasn't that bad, I had a blast. Everyone leaves as I walk into the house followed by Matt and Jack. Jack decided to pop some champagne in the limo and him being the only one so I won't let him drive home. My parents would freak if he is still here but I'm not risking him killing himself. Entering my room with Jack following I shut and lock the door, just incase my parents walk in tomorrow morning. I turn to him for him to unzip me and he does, it takes him a few minutes but he does. I laugh at his drunken state.

Before discarding my dress I slide on a baggy t-shirt and shorts, then let it fall to the ground. Jack changes into basket ball shorts and takes his shirt off. He stumbles and almost falls on to the floor, I save him and lead him to the bed where he falls down face first. I take our phones and plug them in, being considerate. Walking over to the light switch, I flick it off and walk back to my bed and get in it beside Jack. I place the covers over us and snuggle into his side. This whole week has been truly an amazing one. I'm 18, going to my dream college with 2 scholarships, I had a great prom and now I'm here, laying beside someone who my feelings are intensifying for the more I'm with him.

"Thank you for being my date, I had a really good time." He wraps his arms around me and kisses me on the forehead.

"I'd do anything to see you happy." He leans his head on to mine. Even when he's drunk he still manages to be sappy and cute, but I like that, a lot actually. Subconsciously, I run my fingers over his Jack Skullington tattoo, admiring it. I love the Nightmare before Christmas, it's a classic. Jack plays with my hair, running it through his fingers lightly. "We can live like Jack and Sally if you want." He recites the part from I Miss You by Blink-182. Why does he do this to me? It makes my feelings grow even more. The sudden fear hitting me again. I can't fall for Jack, nope nope nope. It's a bad idea. Before I can question him he falls into a deep sleep, leaving me laying there to wallow in my own thoughts.

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I wake up to pounding on my door. I shoot out of bed and open it to reveal my aunt.

"I'm covering for you, your mom was going to come wake you up but I said I would instead. I know Jack stayed last night because he was drunk, Matt told me. It's almost 6 now and his flight will leave in an hour, your mom is leaving in 10 and your dad is already gone. Get his ass up and get him to the airport when she leaves." This is one of the many reasons I love my aunt, she always has my back. I nod my head and shut my door. I turn to Jack and without thinking I jump on to him, straddling him. He wakes up quickly, looks around until his eyes meet mine.

"Well this is one way to wake up." He says with a wink, running his hands up and down my sides.

"10 minutes and your ass is leaving for the airport." I laugh and roll off him to the empty side of the bed. Jack pulls me back to him and tries to kiss me. "Ew no! I have morning breath! And so do you!" He giggles then burrows his face in the crook of my neck, trying to go back to sleep. "Wake the fuck up!" I yell playfully. "No sleeping."

"If you give me a kiss I won't try to sleep." He says simply, looking up at me, also giving me puppy dog eyes. My cheeks turn rosy, I can't turn him down. I roll my eyes at him and kiss him quickly. I try to pull away but he holds my head in between his hands, not letting me leave. Giving in once again, I let him slip his tongue into my mouth. This feels so foreign. I've never made out with Jack before, but it feels right. Oh, so right. I hear my moms vehicle pull out of the driveway. Jack pulls away from me, leaving me breathless. Damn he's a good kisser.

"Get dressed." I say as he gets up an I slaps his ass playfully.

"The only way you can slap my ass is if you say good game after a game." He says smartly. I smack his ass one more time, he turns around to look at me and narrows his eyes.

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