Polaroid●Jack Avery

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The pounding in the sides of my head boomed like thunder in a storm.

My throat felt dry and scratchy as I remembered the alcoholic liquids that had run down it, in the previous 24 hours.

I approached my mirror,coming face to face with a girl that's eyes had bags hanging underneath them and make up from the night before that was smudged across her face.

Lipstick stained the collar of the shirt she had woken up in as she proceeded to the bathroom where she began to clean her face.

Groaning she reached for the make up wipes and began wiping off the once beautiful masterpiece.

The process was long as she wiped off the powder and liquid that once covered her face.

She finished with a huff as she waddled back to her bed, only to find a guy..

I looked back and forth at the men's shirt she wore before silently cursing to herself.

Not wanting to wake the curly head strangerI had "gotten it on" with the night before, I quickly but slowly climbed back into the bed we had shared and went back to sleep as if nothing had happened.

Hours later I was awoken by the sounding of someone cursing to themselves and fixing what sounded like a belt.

I quickly shut my eyes as I heard him mumble something which sounded similar to "shit she has my shirt" I internally giggled at the thought of this dude leaving his shirt with me.

He gathered his belongings before heading out the door..but before exiting my apartment, he left but a single note..

Lilly-Anne?,

Thanks for last night.. it was amazing x
Hope to see you again soon!
Text me sometime :)
(808)-294-631
-Jack A
Ps I'd really like my shirt back too if that's cool :')

I cringed at his use of my full name,but surprise had washed over me when I realised that he had left me his number.

Should I text him?
Should I call?
What do I say?

"Hey jack thanks for the amazing sex last night hope we can meet up soon and get some coffee!"

Yeah; no

I put the note down on my bedside table.

A Polaroid had fallen out of the note, I leaned over to pick it up and inspect it.

Memorabilia from last night?
Must be...

I flipped it over to find the photo was of me and the curly head dude,or who I though the curly headed dude to be at least..

Both me and the dude from last night who's name seemed to be jack were in the photo, smiling and all over each other.

The Polaroid mainly starred jack as part of me had moved out.

I stared at it a bit longer as the memories from last night came surfacing back from where they once were held back from the alcohol that once swam in my system.

I smiled at the photo of the curly headed boy and the memories he had given me last night.

Not only the sex,but the laughs and the jokes,his constant flirting and stories.

Jack A had made me feel special last night and I wasn't willing to loose him or the happiness that came with it.

This boy had made me feel things I hadn't felt in a long time, cliche I know but it was true.

He lit this fire within me that I couldn't extinguish now and I kinda liked it.

This boy had flipped a switch in me and  it felt insanely good.

This Jack A,whoever he was,wherever he was right now, he was my Polaroid boy and I needed to find him.

Not tomorrow or the day after
Not next week or the month after
Now, I had to find him now because right now; he had bring me so much happiness I didn't wanna loose him or this feeling before it was too late.