𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 ❥ FACK || [COMPLETED]

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞

THURSDAY - 3:47 AM - HOTEL

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As Finn laid in his bedroom, tired, eye bags heavy, he couldn't stop thinking about dinner.

He did end up going to dinner with Sophia. And it wasn't all bad - if Jack would've stopped staring at him.

Finn could barely even concentrate on talking to the others, let alone eat. At the end of the night he hadn't even touched his food, and ended up going back to his room early "for a good nights rest".

He didn't sleep. Obviously he didn't. He couldn't. And that just made it harder for him to stop thinking about the people he didn't want to think about.

Or, in particular; Jack.

He still wasn't over what happened.

Granted, they were just kids - they were still kids, but being as young as they were back then meant that neither of them knew what was happening to themselves, or their relationship.

The fight was small, and it was silly. It was also silly that they broke up over something so stupid, something so small. The fight didn't even mean anything - the fight itself was over something completely ridiculous! But Finn had been recently thinking that maybe they didn't break up because of the fight.

But because they got tired of each other.

Bored of each other.

Kids don't fall in love. Especially that young. So it was no surprise it didn't last as they'd promised each other it would.

Lies.

Kids get tired of each other quickly.

Some adults get tired of each other slowly.

Some adults just don't get tired of each other.

So why was the fluttery feeling in Finns chest so heavy whenever Jack even just peered at him?

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5:23 AM

Finn wandered round the corner, out of the kitchen, heading to the living room.

He didn't expect it, and walking in gave him a shock. A shock so terrifying he almost jumped out of his skin.

The TV was on, and the light from the giant screen shined onto the one person he'd hoped so badly it wasn't.

Jack.

Oh goody. This was going to go great. And it's not like he could turn back now, he was too close, if he tried walking away Jack was guaranteed to hear him and stop him in his tracks to start a conversation.

Now was a time to man up.

Even if he so desperately didn't want to.

Finn gulped, picking up his anxiety and walking to the sofa. Jack only looked at him when he had to cough to get his attention. But as soon as that subtle gaze hit him again, he dropped his anxiety back onto the hard, cold, yearning floor.

"Hey." Jack whispered bluntly, turning back to face the TV.

Finn gulped again. "Can I sit here?" His voice cracked. Dammit. Now he was even more embarrassed.

"Sure." Jack was still looking at the stupid television.

Finn plopped himself down carefully, trying not to draw in that look from Jack again - though he doubted he'd even get a swift glance.

They were quiet for a long time. Maybe a bit too quiet for Finns liking. It was awkward, a type of awkward he hated.

So he at least had to try and speak.

"So-"

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It happened so quick.

He couldn't see it.

He couldn't stop it.

Not that he wanted to anyway.

But that wasn't the point.

That hot feeling on his lips.

It wasn't erotic or anything.

It was loving.

He missed this feeling.

This physical and emotional feeling.

It happened so quick, it was so surprising.

But he didn't pull away.

If anything he was stuck in place.

And those same lips, from years ago...

Were back on his.