More than friends (Fack)

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Fancy starting a new story with an A/N right? Anyways I just wanted to let all you guys know, for the sake of the story and my sincere lack of knowledge about the states (I'm British don't kill me) I'm just gonna make finn and jack live in the same area because i barely know my way around London let alone the entirety of the U.S. oh and i may accidentally use British terms so like slang or anything like that. If I do just comment on it and I will go ahead and explain what it means. Welp I've kept you for long enough, this may be trash cos it's kinda my first time writing but hey first time for everything.

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Jack was always taught that love was simple, you just met another person and after a while something clicked. He began to question this when he was in his room one morning, laying still, day dreaming. He looked back on his life and all the people he had met, not a single click, not even a spark. Maybe he just wasn't meant to be loved. With a sigh he pulled himself out of bed and dragged his feet to the top of the stairs. He practically fell down them, completely drained of energy even though he had just slept for hours on end.

"I just haven't woken up properly yet" he thought to himself "I need food though"

He flung open the cupboard door and skimmed over the different cereals, a ridiculously vast variety for him to satisfy his appetite. However jack being jack decided that simply none of them were for him and proceeded to make himself peanut butter toast.

He only made himself one slice, he was already late for school and knew he wouldn't have time to have two.

By the time he got back to his room the toast was practically gone. Jack groaned looking at his bed, wishing he could climb back in and sleep more. To his disliking, he threw open his wardrobe and picked out what clothes he wanted to wear, he settled on dark jeans as well as a white t-shirt and a denim jacket.

He headed to the bathroom and looked at his tired self in the mirror.

"Mondays suck" he said with a sigh. He brushed his teeth and Half combed his hair, he couldn't be bothered to style it properly, so he threw on a snap back and grabbed his school bag.

"BYE MOM!" He shouted as he shut the door behind him, he squinted as the sun hit his face making his eyes slightly ache. Once he adjusted to the sudden increase in light he began his walk to school.

Just around the corner from jack, finn was also suffering from being awake on a Monday morning. He was more awake than jack was, but just as lazy. His alarm went off.

8:00 AM

"Time to get up" he muttered to himself. He stood up, walked over to his blinds which he had forgotten to close before he went to bed, closed them. And flopped back into bed.

30 seconds later his door swung open.

"Finn, again? Really?"

It was his mother.

Finn couldn't be bothered to speak, so he simply pulled the pillow out from under his head and chucked it at his mom.

"Nice one smart-ass, we both know you're uncomfortable now" she laughed as she left the room.

She was right, finn wasn't comfortable, he couldn't sleep without a pillow. Once again he pulled himself out of bed and headed to the kitchen, his mom had already made him breakfast. Nothing special, just a boiled egg, yet he still appreciated the gesture.