Together · Jack Avery

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Saturday morning
July 4th 2020

I woke up to the smell of bacon. The boys don't cook. I quickly got changed and I walked out into the kitchen to see who was cooking. Jake had arrived before I woke up.
Jake was always good at cooking. Especially when he was taking care of...his mom. He'd cook amazing meals when I was over his house and when he was over mine. My whole family loved his cooking so on special occasions, he'd help my mom cook the meals and deserts.
"I didn't think you'd be here this early" I walked up to the stove where Jake had just flipped a pancake. "Well I thought I'd make you guys some breakfast. And since you weren't answering your texts I figured you were asleep and you told me that the boys here have no experience in cooking" he glanced at the boys who were at the couch. "It's also American Independence Day, so I wanted to make something special" he smiled. "Well thanks Jake! Do you need help with anything?" I looked around. "Actually I'm just finishing up so no, but thanks for asking." He continued to finish up with the remaining pancake batter. I sat on the couch next to jack.

I think it's obvious to the boys that I've got a thing for Jack. Whenever I talk to him I feel weird. Not a bad weird. The kind of weird where your stomach feel odd or your heart beats fast. One time we cuddled on my bed. Sometimes he holds my hand for no reason, and one time he kissed my cheek. But it's all in private. None of the boys know that any of that happened. I think he's keeping it from Zach. He might be younger but he has his reasons to defend me. I've been heart broken too many times.

Jack was watching some video edits that fans had made for them on Instagram. There were a few of me and him, which made my heart race. After a few more he shut his phone off and turned to me. "Hi" he smiled. "Hey" I replied back. "Has Ian still been texting you?" He let out a slight giggle. "Yeah. It's a constant thing now." As if on cue my phone buzzed. "It's ridiculous. It's been over two months. Is he like, mourning in his bed waiting for me to crawl back into his 'loving' embrace" I sighed and checked my text. It was Ian AGAIN.

I'm coming to Los Angeles.

"WHAT!" I screamed out of nowhere. Everyone turned to me. "Holy sh- I'm sorry I'll be right back" I stood up and walked to my room.

What do you mean.

My flight leaves tomorrow

Why can't you get over this!?
And how would you be able to find me?

Your snapchat location is on (I know that's unrealistic for a celebrity but Idc)

Creep. Cancel your flight. You need to get over it.

No. I'm coming.

You are the clingiest person ever.

I walked out of my room and sat at the counter. Jack came over and sat at the seat on my right side. "What happened?" He asked concerned. "It's Ian. He's being a fricking creep. I forgot to shut off my snapchat location and now he knows where we live and just to top it off he's coming TOMORROW." I covered my face which luckily had no makeup on it because I stared crying. "It's okay. I had a rea-"
"No Jack. It is not okay. This is creepy and weird. This is so unnecessary. I got over him a few days after the breakup. It's been two months. I know sometimes it's hard to get over people but this was his fault. If he wasn't such a dumbass we would be fine. We wouldn't have a creepy ass guy coming to our house looking for me." I realized that I had just raised my voice at him. I covered my mouth. My stomach started doing flips. My heart rate was way above what it was supposed to be and my hands were shaking out of control. "I'm sorry" I whispered. Everyone was looking straight at me, which made the situation even more awkward that it already was. "I'm sorry" I repeated and ran to my room. I locked to door and plopped onto the bed. There was knocking on the door. "What!" I called. "Can I come in?" It was Jack. "Why" I stood up. "I want to talk"
"Oh god" I whispered. I opened the door. I watched the curly haired boy walk into my room. I shut the door. He looked at me. I hugged him. I started sobbing into his chest. He didn't say anything, he just hugged back. After a bit I let go. There was a puddle on his shirt from my tears. I wiped his chest even though I knew it wasn't going to have any affect. "Sorry" I silently giggled. "It's fine" he took his shirt off. Oh my god. "Don't you have one of my black hoodies." He pointed to my closet. "Uh. Yeah" I walked over to the closet and pulled out the black hoodie I borrowed from Jack when we went to the beach a week ago. "Here" I handed it to him. "Thanks" he put the hoodie on and sat on my bed and indicated for me to sit next to him. "I understand your stressed and that life was better back home. I know transitioning from places can be hard. It was for me. And especially now since you have the problem with Ian. But if you need any help let me know. And you know that if you need to talk about something then just call me. I'll always be here for you." There were a few minutes of silence after that. So many things were running through my mind. What if he was joking. Am I overreacting. Why? "Thank you" I smiled. "Yeah. Your welcome. I'll get back with the boys"
Do it. Do it.
But what if he doesn't like it
Yes he will. He's been making moves for two months.
Okay.

"Jack, wait" I said just as he put his hand on the doorknob. I was hesitant. I looked into his eyes and did it.

What she do tho