| twenty seven |

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The next day, Jack avoided leaving his room at all costs, in turn avoiding Ryan, but some fucking idiot had to ruin that. He heard a knock on his door.

"Who is it?" he grumbled.

"Me," Rye said, "Mikey said wanted to talk to me..."

He pulled the foor open, "Mikey lied, i need to talk to you."

Rye swallowed and bit his lip, "about what?"

"Us."

Rye took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect. He ran through a list in his head of what he thought Jack was gonna say.

"I'm sorry," was right at the bottom of said list.

"Wait, what?" Rye raised a brow.

"I'm sorry for being a dick, i don't know what was up with me..."

Ryan shook his head, "i was dick too."

"What did you do?" Jack chuckled.

"I knew there was something up with you," he mumbled, "but you didn't wanna talk about it so i let you just- just be sad about whatever it was.."

"I was just in a mood," Jack chuckled.

"Are you sure?" Rye raised a brow.

"Yes," Jack smirked, "now c'mere, i've missed you."

Rye smirked, shutting the door and pulling Jack close.

Jack kissed him roughly, missing the feeling of Rye's lips on his. They ended up naked in almoat record time and Jack straddled Rye's waist, sucking hickies down his chest.

"Fuuuck Jack, i've missed this," Rye mumbled as he flipped them over, now on top.

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"Did you speak to him?" Mikey raised a brow.

"Yeah," Jack told him.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing," Jack shrugged.

"You didn't tell him, did you?" Mikey frowned.

"Nah, i fucked him instead," Jack said sheepishly.

"Are you serious?!" Mikey huffed.

Jack nodded, "i couldn't bring myself to say it..."

"You're an idiot," Mikey shook his head, standing up.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked quickly.

"Chill," he chuckled, "i'm getting a drink!"

"Mkay," Jack mumbled.

Mikey got to the kitchen and quitely pulled the door open, "from Rye's room," and he ran.

"Shit," Jack followed, bumping right into the back of Mikey as Rye opened his door.

Jack swallowed.

"Jack's an idiot," Mikey told him.

"Okay...?" Rye frowned, "what's going on?" He went to sit on his bed.

The two boys followed him and Mikey sighed, "Jack didn't tell you the thing he needed to tell you."

"Wait, what?" Rye raised a brow.

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