A Rose By Any Other Name (Jack Wilder/ Now You See Me)

Red or Blue

Ohkeay, haii!! It's been a while, hasn't it? Classes, Family, among other things can seriously make me put things on the back burner. To say I've been busy is an understatement, but I'm going to continue, I promise, you just have to bare with me. But, ohmygosh, I can't believe the views this has on it, it's incredible!! I felt really bad that I haven't updated in a really long time, so this is just a small filler chapter to give you something before a larger chaptrer sometime soon c; I honestly appreciate every reader so much, and I read all the comments and it warms my heart to know that y'all are into this as much as I am!!

I hope you enjoy this c:

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“Red or blue” I say, holding up a hanger in each hand, each dawning a shirt. I was standing in the center of my room, surrounded by the sea clothes thrown about in muddled heaps. Jack lay sprawled over a chair in the corner, looking as disinterested as ever.

“Does it really even matter? God, why do girls make such a big deal about clothes?” he mutters, busying himself with a game on his phone.

Ever since Jack promised to keep my secret a few months prior, we had grown increasingly close to one another. We all had really, but mine and Jack’s relationship had manifested into a deeper, philia type of bond, closer than any of the others. I trusted him whole heartedly and relied on him as a friend that I had been deprived of over the past year.

I put my hands on my hips, hangers and all. “Well, if we were to walk around wearing burlap sacks I’m sure most of the male population would be gay.” At my remark, Jack looked up from his game, amusement evident on his face.

“I’m not saying to go all Stone Age on me; I just don’t see what the big deal is. A shirt is a shirt.” Jack returns his attention back to his meaningless source of entertainment, some new fad game topping the app store.

“Ugh, where’s Henley when I need her?” I exclaim as I fall back onto the bed, giving up all hope in finding something suitable to wear.

The woman in question was out performing last minute preparations for tonight, accompanied by Meritt. We had a meeting set up with Arthur Tressler, an insurance provider who would undoubtedly serve as our benefactor. The meeting was to be held this evening at Tressler’s New York Headquarters and I had yet to find something suitable enough for the occasion.

I stared up at the white ceiling fan spinning, trying to distract myself. “I give up. I’m going to end up going to this meeting naked,” I mutter under my breath, mostly to myself. I close my eyes and let the cool air from the fan wash over my body, unshielded by my tank top and shorts.

Within minutes, the bed shifts under new weight as Jack lies by me. I peak open one eye to see him on his stomach, head resting on his arms. His dark eyes were a lit with humor, much like they always were, as he gazed at my pouting state.

“Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?” He jokes. I stifle a laugh and attempt to push him off the bed, with no such luck.

“Don’t be such a perv Wilder!” I squeal when he regains his balance from my assault.

“I’m a guy, what do you expect? It’s in my nature to have promiscuous thoughts. I’m not sure even a burlap sack could change that,” Jack says, wiggling his eyebrows.

I hold onto my side as I erupt in laughter, more by Jack’s use of the word promiscuous than anything else.  We continue our easy banter back and forth, pondering Jack’s appeal to gay men and other meaningless topics to pass the time until we fall into a comfortable silence.

“The blue one” he finally says, pulling me out of the sleepy haze I had started to fall victim to. We were both on our backs now, I having almost drifted into a light nap.

“Now he tells me,” I mutter, loud enough for him to hear, as I roll onto my side, trying to return to my light slumber. Jack continued to talk, interrupting my attempts.

“Blue makes your eyes stand out; it’s definitely my favorite.” I reach a hand behind me, until it finds its way to Jack’s mouth and stills there.

“Jack, shut up, I’m asleep.” I say, feeling him grin under my hand.

“How can you be asleep if you’re talking?” He retorts, his lips tickling my hand as he speaks.

“I’m freaking talented, okay? Now, be quiet, or you’re going on the floor.” I threaten, and Jack stifles a laugh.

Silence fills the room. That is, until a loud POP echoes throughout the room. I jump up to look at Jack, who is trying hard not to smile.

“What was that?” Jack bites his lip to conceal his laughter as he points up with his index finger. I follow his instruction and roll my eyes. The ceiling fan had a neon pink bra hanging of the length of a blade, spinning carelessly around. My bra.

“Jack Wilder!” I yell shoving him, this time successfully making him fall on the floor. I wasn’t mad, which was evident by my fit of giggles and Jack soon joined in.

“It’s not my fault, Amber, I swear!” Jack manages to get out through his booming laughter.

The laughter doesn’t subside as we attempt to get the undergarment down. Once Jack finally was able to reach it, he plops back down on the bed, holding the garment up in victory.

“Jack, I don’t really think that is your size, nor color,” intrudes a voice. We both glance over at the door, where Daniel stands, arms crossed tightly across his chest. He looks displeased with our behavior, but it’s no different than any other day.

There are only two moods with Daniel; mildly impressed or utterly annoyed. They both look the exact same.

“If you two are done playing dress up, Jack,” he says, redirecting his attention, “there is work that needs to be done,” and with that, stalks out of the room, with his nose in the air.

“I swear, if only he could meet himself, maybe he wouldn’t be such a jerk,” I whisper to Jack, knowing Daniel has a habit of waiting impatiently outside the door when he wants something.

“Yeah, well, that jerk happens to be the front man of the group and is going to win over Tressler.” I nod, and regain my bra from Jack’s hand, which he had taken it hostage.

“I thought it was going to be my impeccable personality and good looks,” I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder in mock flirtation.

Jack rolls his eyes at me and stands up. “At least wait until I’m out of the room before you start fawning over me. Sheesh!” He makes his way to the door, grabbing his jacket off the chair where he had left it.

I throw a pillow from the bed at him, calling out “You wish,” as he dodges it. Jack exits the room, and I am left to get ready in peace.

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Im sorry it's so short, but it is just a cute little filler for you while I work on the big meeting with Tressler (hehe). How are you liking the relationship with Jack & Amber?? Feedback = A+++ and is really appreciated!! Thank yew for reading, and i hope you liked it even a little...or a lottle xx