Chapter 10

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"Fuck, Dan, I need your help." Jack muttered, bringing a shaky hand through his hair. The Irishman had just dragged me into an empty classroom, looking like he was going to have a mental breakdown.

He desperately looked into my eyes so I asked, "With what?"

"I have a crush on Mark and-" (sorry if you don't ship it. I just thought I'd throw in another ship)

"Are you really asking me for love advice? You know I fucked it up with Kayla."

"Do you think he likes me back? It always seems like he's flirting with me but I don't want to be getting the wrong idea. I can't lose him, I just can't..." I let out a short sigh, pulling the boy into a long hug. He must have needed it because he melted into it and I heard his erratic breathing calm down slightly.

I knew for a fact Mark liked Jack back. He hadn't actually told me but it was obvious because of how many times I had caught him staring at the green-haired individual and he always seemed to blush when they were together. I rubbed Jack's back as I heard him sniff quietly.

"I'm pretty sure he does like you. I say you go for it and ask him on a date, Jack-a-boy."

"But what if I lose him?"

"You won't. Worst comes to worst, he says no but he won't ever stop being your best friend. You two are inseparable and I actually can't see you living without each other."

"Yeah," We pulled back from the embrace and he started to fiddle with his hands. "And we've known each other since primary school."

"Yeah." I smiled.

-

"What do I wear?" Jack questioned, skimming through the contents of his wardrobe. He kept pulling out shirts but putting them back with a small shake of his head. I stood up, standing at his side and pointing at his green jacket and then a black shirt.

"Casual. Simple but effective." Jack nodded, picking out the clothes with shaky hands.

"Turn around and I'll change," I nodded, turning around to face one of his walls. Whilst he was getting dressed, my eyes grazed all of the posters on his wall. A lot of them were superheroes which was the exact reason we were friends. Superheroes are awesome. "Done." I twirled back to face him to see that he was slightly red in the face and he seemed embarrassed.

"Perfect, dude." I did the 'ok' gesture with my hand, making my friend smile.

"Thanks. I should probably get going. I don't want to be late for my first date."

"Next time, don't spend half an hour looking at your clothes." I laughed. He rolled his eyes but laughed along with me.

"I just want this to be perfect."

"Do you need me to walk you?"

"No! That's just as bad as being dropped off by your parents."

"Good luck, Jack-a-boy! Use protection!"

-

I later found out that Phil had been Mark's wingman. We ended up at my house, talking about our friends and how we shipped them together.

"Mark spent an unnecessary amount of time looking through his wardrobe. The entire time I was just sitting there like Jack already loves you, he couldn't care less about what you wear." Phil chuckled, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me closer so our chests were touching.

"Jack did the exact same! I ended up choosing his outfit because I knew that if I didn't he'd have a mental breakdown." I replied with a small smile.

"I hope their date goes okay though."

"Me too but they had one of the best wingmen in the world."

"Thank you, Dan! That's so sweet."

"I was talking about me, you idiot."

"I knew that." He went red in the face so I kissed his warm cheek.

"Sure you did." I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips against his.

He pulled back, just to mutter, "I totally did." I let out a very manly giggle before kissing him again, making it last longer that time. His hands threaded through my hair, gently tugging at it and ruffling it up. After a couple of kisses, his hands moved down to the bottom of my shirt. He began to pull it over my head and I let him, even though I always told Kayla I wasn't ready.

I glanced at the door but Phil cupped my cheeks and forced me to look him in the eye. "My parents won't be home for a while..." He murmured, making my cheeks heat up. "Do you want to do this?"

I nodded, fumbling for the bottom of his shirt.

This book is almost over! Just two chapters to go :D!

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