Mon Chérie

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"Do you have someone special in your life Zach?"

Zach's phone rings.

"I believe our time here is over. I have another place to be."

He quickly grabs his stuff and runs outside the building.

Zach's eyes wandered, looking for the curls that he learned to like.

"Looking for someone?" Jack smiles.

For the first time in years, Zach smiles softly and the curly head loved it.

"You have a beautiful smile." Jack leans away from the wall.

"Thanks." He blushes. Fortunately it was covered up by the makeup.

Jack quickly drives to his home.

***

"Welcome to my humble abode, we're alone so you don't have to be polite."

"It's not a façade, it's the real me...and your place is lovely. "

The curly head quietly thanks his and takes him to his room.

"I did my best in cleaning my room, so ignore if you see a random shirt on the floor."

Zach smiles softly again.

Jack opens his bedroom door and lets the brunet in.

"Wow I absolutely love your r- crap. I forgot my pajamas."

"Here." Jack hands him a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

Zach grabs only the shirt.

"Thanks." He takes off his shirt and puts on the shirt Jack gave him.

It look enormous on him.

"I love shirts like this, thanks...I wish I could buy clothes like this." He mutters the second part under his breath.

"You don't get to choose what you wear?"

"Everything in my life is controlled. Imagine a k-pop singer but make it more controlled and make the manager a bitch."

"Everything? How do you live?"

"I don't. The only freedom I have is when I dance or go on a walk to buy cigarettes, well now it's the thing for my juul."

"You juul?"

Zach grabs his juul and shows him.

"It's the first time I try something like this, but I like it and it's not as bad as smoking... and where is your bathroom?"

Jack points to the small door on his room.

"Thanks, I need to take off this makeup."

"You wear makeup?"

"Yeah, I have to. I can't look like I haven't slept in days." Jack chuckles.

Zach quickly takes off the makeup and walks back into the room only to see the room with a very dim light.

He gracefully lays down.

"What the fuck, why is it so comfortable?" Zach asks confused.

"Your bed is not comfortable?"

"I thought it was! If I could spend the rest of my life in this bed I would." Jack chuckles.

"Okay okay, time to sleep, I'll wake you up for lunch...or maybe just a snack that can serve as lunch."

Zach turned to Jack.

"Thank you for letting me sleep Jack." He mutters adorably and gives him a small hug.