Believe Me? (Jalex, boyxboy)

3 - Put On A Shirt

It was Friday evening, the once blaring yellow sun, now glowing amber on the horizon, a beautiful view from my widow, the birds singing, a cool breeze drifting through the open window. My parents were working late and i had the house to myself. I guessed that most of my friends would be out drinking in this beautiful movie like scenery. But for once i passed, much more content with hammering on the strings of my electric guitar along with the quiet in comparison green day song. 

My room was a stage and the whole of Baltimore was my audience, i had no plans of joining an actual band, it was just fun to pretend. My shirt had been discarded somewhere within my messy bed sheets and i found myself yelling along to a verse of American idiot. 
"WELL MAYBE I'M THE FAGGOT AMERICA, I'M NOT A PART OF A REDNE-"  

I was cut short by a sharp knock on my door and i winced at the thought of one of my friends being at my doorstep and hearing my whole performance. I was confident, but not vain. So with my mind convincing me that Josh or Matt or and of my other friends would be outside of my now deathly silent house, i moved to answer the knocker. Embarrassment was already filling me as i hastily crept down the creaky stairs and peaked through the small glass peep hole. But the negative emotions flooded away when i was met with my spiky haired neighbour. His charcoal skinny jeans hugging his legs accompanied by a red sweater that was baggy around all the places it was supposed to fit. I found it cute, feeling a sense of almost overwhelming joy as i opened the door with a smile, fully aware of my exposed chest, even a bit eager for him to notice my partial nudity and be pulled in by my sexy appearance.

Jack's face was prickled with stubble along his chin, raven hair flat but withholding some of it's point and bounce from his day at school. His beautiful chestnut eyes were plainly vague and disinterested as he scuffed his converse along the floor of my porch, but they widened as he saw my image. 

I bit my lip to keep from smiling any more, but obviously the bored boy was at my house for a reason so i took a step back, politely offering for him to come inside. He declined, as suspected, but i just shrugged. He probably had better things to do so it was alright.

Jack sighed at nothing before looking at me "My parents are complaining about your noise" He stated, fiddling with his hands, picking at his fingernails and pressing his fingertips firmly into his palms as his eyes raked over my body. Maybe he was into me? But then i thought again when he added "Maybe you could just tone down the enthusiasm and put on a shirt" before leaving without letting me utter a word. 
"Sure thing" I mutter with a smirk, staying at the door for a little longer to shamelessly watch his ass and catch his eye as he walked back up to his house. I had been ignoring my heavy heart beat and nervous butterflies in my stomach but now that i was alone again they were very apparent. I felt like hitting myself because i just wanted to hold him, but in reality i probably just came across as creepy. Sighing, i let the door click shut. It was whatever, crushes pass, despite Jack being the biggest one i've ever had i was sure that i could live without his huge caramel eyes and thin nude lips in most of my classes. 

Who was i kidding? I'd go insane without seeing those features every day and Saturday night. He was the definition of perfection. It was the weekend evenings that our parents would have their regular catch ups, the kind that they dress up for and get nice food in expensive restaurants, and i would sit in the Barakat's living room for about 5 hours, occasionally sparking a conversation about music or movies with the beautiful dark haired boy, but otherwise texting my friends and scrolling through my instagram feed. This Saturday i swore to say something more, to become a friend of his, even if that meant discarding the whole crush thing for a while, i would get close to Jack Barakat, or just improve my chances of him talking to me more frequently.