Jylan Love Story

Chapter 7

Jacksons POV
I woke up early and left for home before anyone woke up.
When I got home Dylan texted me.
Dylan: Hey, where'd you go? Woke up and was worried something happened to you!
Me: Yeah sorry. Wanted to get out early so just went back to my place.
Dylan: Okay. Do you wanna hang out again tonight? Just us maybe this time?
Me: Yeah sure! Do you want to come to my house?
Dylan: Okay! What time 😜
Me: Well I've got a few things to do so 6:30 or 7?
Dylan: That's great I will see you then!
Me: See you later
I'd been thinking about the......thing that happened last night. Thinking about it over and over. I say I 'woke up early' but really I didn't sleep much anyways. I felt so good about it yet so bad. My friend, Harrison, wouldn't be happy. We'd been talking but there wasn't anything official at all. Just a bit flirty. I knew I would have to tell him. But how.

A few hours passed and I'd got the courage to message Harrison. He wasn't happy about it but he can't be mad because it's not cheating if we aren't actually dating. Well he can be upset about it but he can't say I'm a bad person for it. But I knew he'd already started saying things. Oh well, I thought, it will blow over.

At 5:45

Dylan will be here soon. I ran round and tidied the place up a bit. My phone went off with a notification.

Dylan: What's your address? 😂
I messaged him back answering his question and he said he would be there in 20 minutes.

I sat down and waited when there was a ring at the door. I jogged to the door. Weirdly feeling excited about him coming over. I opened the door and there he stood. Absolutely beautiful. I stared...obviously. Until I realised I had to let him in. I stepped aside 'Come on in!' I said giggling and opening my arm in a gesturing manner.

Dylan's POV
Gosh he was just so hot. I know people would say 'oh he's not big built or muscular' 'he's just really thin'. But he's just so pleasing to look at, as cheesey as that sounds, I just love he look of him. I walked in and looked around awkwardly. 'The bathrooms back there,' Jackson pointed to a part of his apartment 'there's the kitchen, the living room, and then there's my bedroom up there.' He turned and looked at me and I half smirked, he blushed and I just laughed. 'So what do you want to do then?' I asked. He walked over to the coach and I followed and sat next to him. We just started to talk. About anything, everything but also nothing at all. We told each other about our family's and hobbies. And before I know it I'm going off about poetry. I look and him to see if he was bored which he probably was. Or so I thought. But when I looked at him he was listening like he was looking at me and seemed to be so deep in the same thought as me. I smiled at him 'What?' I asked as he hadn't looked away from me 'Nothing. I just find it so amazing how passionate you are about things like this!' He said now looking away 'what else do you like? Like anything that's just for you apart form poetry and wrestling?' I smiled at that, no one has ever asked me to say more. No ones ever been so interested in knowing about my personal interests. 'I play the piano and sing, but that ones like a very personal kind of hobby, it's something I do more for me but I sometimes post videos on Instagram." I said picking at my nails, which is something I only ever do when I'm nervous. Why am I nervous?! 'Yeah I saw some of them. You are so good! You said it's a thing for you but you better play for me sometime!' Suddenly I was even happier 'oh so does that mean we're going to spend more time together?' I regretted it! That was so cringe and douchey. But when I turned to Jackson he was staring at me l. But more so my lips. 'I mean if you would like to...I wouldn't mind!' He looked down in defeat, clearly very embarrassed. I placed my hand on the side of his head and turned him to me. 'I wouldn't mind either.' I said shuffling a little closer to him, closing any possible space between us. I put both my hands on either side of his neck where his jaw connects and pull him close, slowly just to make sure it was okay. And then his hands are on the sides of my waist and he's the one closing the remaining of the space. The only space let is our heads....our lips. This time we move at the same time. Meeting in the middle. And the satisfaction I had felt last night was back, and the thing I'd been thinking about all day was being replaced with the new feelings.