{Jack's POV}
I finish deep cleaning my room, going through my stuff. I find a old hoodie of mine that I don't wear anymore.
"Fire would want this..." I mumbled to myself, pushing the clothes back, making sure there wasn't a gap in the clothes in the closet.
I drape the hoodie over my arm and go into the kitchen. The boys had all left to do different things, leaving me here alone, stuck with Fire, which I'm definitely not complaining.
I walk into the kitchen and stop when I hear the most beautiful voice.
Fire was doing the dishes, as it was her turn to do them. She had her earbuds in and was singing These Girls. I stopped at the doorway, taking in the angelic voice.
I don't think Fire knew anyone was home. At least that might explain why she pinned me to the wall with her forearm at my throat.
"Fire, what the heck..." I groaned. She looks me in the eyes and we just stare at each other for a minute, blushing a bit.
She lets go, looking down, and blushing an awful lot.
"Sorry, I thought I was home alone," she mumbles, going back to the dishes.
I blush a bit. "It's okay, I was just in here to give you a hoodie that I don't want anymore. It was mine, you want it?"
She looks at it as I hold it up. "Sure, it'll remind me that you're with me forever," she smiles.
I nod, giving her the hoodie and I'm almost leaving the doorway.
"By the way," I said, stopping. "You should try out for American Idol. Me and Dani didn't make it, but I bet you could."
