Why Don't We? // Jack Avery fanfiction

Sleepless in LA

Jack is sitting at the end of the bed. I'm so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open. I want to stay awake to talk to him. For all I know, this may be my only chance; yet I still can't stop my eyes from fluttering shut. "They're probably going to wonder where you are" I say, looking at Jack. "It's okay" he says. "So, why did you want me to sit?" He says, slowly, looking deep into my eyes. "I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you" I say, half asleep. My thoughts are barely coherent. "It's your room anyway, you should be able to be in here if you want" I joke. "I'll wait wait with you until you fall asleep, but then I'm going to go back downstairs, okay?" "Okay" I murmer, already falling asleep. I wish I could stay up longer, just to make him stay. The last thing I see before I drift off into a deep sleep is his sensitive, caring face looking right at me.

When I wake up it's still dark out. I couldn't have been asleep long. Quickly, I check my phone to see it's 4:30 in the morning. I've only been asleep for a couple of hours. I take a deep breath, and smell the faint scent of Jack's laundry detergent on the shirt thst he lent to me. Quickly, I look around the room, and surely enough Jack is gone. While I'm sad that he didn't stay with me, It's comforting to know that he left me alone to sleep, and didn't try anything. As I'm about to go back to sleep, I realize that my mouth is extremely dry, and that I've become extremely thirsty. "Crap" I mutter to myself, realizing that if I want to get a glass of water, I will have to walk through the boys' unfamiliar house in the dark to find my way to the kitchen, get a glass, fill it with water, and get back upstairs without waking anyone. I try to tell myself that I don't need water, but I soon realize, that I really do. I push the blanket off myself, and grab my phone to use as a flashlight. I tiptoe to the door, and begin to make my way downstairs. As I walk down the stairs, each step makes an exaggerated creaking noise. It's as if the house wants me to wake everyone up. I curse under my breath, at each loud noise made by the grand staircase. Finally, I get to the bottom of the stairs. I shine the flashlight on my phone toward the kitchen, making my way toward the wooden cabinets. I open multiple cabinet doors, unable to find one that houses cups. I hear the floor behind me creaking. I freeze in my spot, and my breathing quickens. Someone is with me. I feel a wave of anxiety washing over me. I can feel my heart beating in my chest. "You looking for something?" A voice says, from behind me. I let out a gasp, and drop my phone, which thankfully falls on the carpet in front of the sink. I spin around quickly to see whose behind me, only to see the face that's been on my mind for the past 2 days. "Jack" I say, out of breath. I grab my heart with one hand, and use the other to lean on the counter; trying to catch my breath. "You scared me" "Sorry. I didn't mean to spook you."
"No, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up..? I thought you were sleeping in the basement."
"I was already awake. I couldn't really sleep." He smooths his curly hair back with his hand.
"I'm sorry." I say. I just came to get some water, but I couldn't find a cup.
"Oh, here" Jack reaches into the only cabinet that I hadn't opened yet, and pulls out a large mug that says "jAcK" on it, in funny lettering.
"Wow, I get to use your own personal mug?" I joke, admiring the adorable mug.
"Very few people get to use that mug. You should feel special." He jokes back, trying to act serious.
"I already feel special." I say, looking at him.
"And what is it that makes you so special?"
"I'm special because I'm the only only person in the world right now who is with you. I think that's pretty special." I blush, but it's way too dark for Jack to notice.
"Well then I guess I'm lucky too."
"Why?" I ask
"Because I'm the only person in the world right now who is with you."

We keep eye contact for a good three seconds, until he looks away, and grabs the mug, filling it with cool water. I pick up my phone from the floor. Jack hands me the mug. As I reach for the mug, my fingers brush against his. I feel the butterflies growing in my stomach.

"Thanks." I say, bringing the mug to my lips.
"No problem" He says quietly, while watching me curiously.
"We should both probably try to get some sleep." I say, putting the mug down on the counter.
"I don't know if that'll happen.. but I can try."
I wonder what Jack means by this, but I decide not to ask questions. As I'm heading toward the stairs, Jack turns toward the couch. I can't help but feel like I'm wasting my only chance at getting some alone time with Jack.

"Hey Jack?" I say. I quickly stop walking.
"Yeah?" he says, stopping as well.

I quickly step toward him, and take his hand in my own, giving it a tight squeeze before heading back upstairs. He says nothing, but I really hope he felt something, the way I did.