It's almost time for bed because Jack had to be in bed by 12. It was only 11:30 though.
"So, are you ready for your show tomorrow?" I ask, sitting on the couch on the bus, grabbing my book from the table. It was Wings of Fire. I love that book with all of my heart.
I've even tried getting Corbyn to read it once. He tried it once, but I don't think he thought that was his style. It's okay, I always have Jonah. He loves reading with all his heart. He's also willing to try anything.
I open the book to where I had left off. Jack lays his head on my lap, his body stretched out along the couch. The other boys were in the cabins, getting ready for bed, I'd assume.
As I got into the good part of the chapter, I didn't notice my hand running itself through the matted curls of Jack's head.
He snored softly and I looked down at him, noticing my hand in his hair. I take it out and place it on my book. He sleepily grabs my hand and puts it back through his hair.
"Don't stop, it feels good," he mumbles, his eyes closed. I laugh quietly and start running my hand through the curls again.
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OKAY, SORRY IT'S SHORT.
I HAVE SOMETHING TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU.
A WDW MEME EVERY TIME AN "IT" IS OVER.
READY?
HAHA, NO YOU'RE NOT, BUT OKAY.
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Jonah: What is betrayal?
Jack: When you dramatically leave a group chat and no one adds you back.
SO, YEAH, THAT'S HOW THOSE ARE GONNA GO.
SORRY NOT SORRY—
✌🏻
