"Jack! Where were you? The bar is not having fights tonight." Sydnie crosses her arms.
"I went to the park...to see Zach." He smiles.
"Oh my God you like him, don't you?"
Jack looks away.
"He's just a friend." He starts walking to his room.
"Bullshit. You're smiling too much for him to be just a friend."
Jack turns around.
"Okay, he might have slept in here this morning and we might have kissed...and I might have went to the park to talk to him and we might have kissed again."
"So he slept here, you kissed him, called him to the park to do some random shit and you kissed again?"
"Maybe." He starts walking again.
"Jack, guys like him want diamonds rings and expensive dates, you can't afford that, specially when we're trying to leave this hellhole."
"He's not like that." He opens his bedroom door.
"Yes he is. Ava told me he's performing in France this week. People like him don't have time for people like us. He's gonna trade you for a French boy that has more game than you."
Jack closes his bedroom door and leans against it.
Maybe Sydnie is right.
He's going to France for a week, where dancers are gonna flirt with him.
He can't compete with a French boy.
The curly head puts on his pajamas, washes his teeth and lays in his bed.
It smells like vanilla and man's cologne.
Zach.
It smells like Zach.
Jack grabs the pillow the brunet slept in and held it, as if he was holding Zach.
Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe Sydnie is not seeing what he sees in Zach.
Maybe she's not seeing the way his honey eyes lighting up when he tries something new he likes, the way he loves helping up people or the way his cheeks heat up when Jack compliments him.
Maybe she's not picturing Zach's dream so vividly like he is, or imagining him kissing Jack all night long, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
Maybe she's not getting the feeling he has when his small body is pressed up against him, the way his arm lays perfectly on his waist.
Maybe, for once, Sydnie is wrong.
He decided to leave Zach a text for him to see when he wakes up.
jack:
have fun in Paris
beautiful
He closes his eyes and imagines Zach next to him.
***
Jack wakes up with a text from Zach.
zachy:
Tu me manque
mon chérie
The curly head copies the message and pastes it on Google translator.
"I miss you my dear."
Jack smiles softly until he notices another text from Zach.
zachy:
btw I made a
secret acc on ig
so we can talk
@/imnotzachherron
YOU ARE READING
Mon Chérie
Fanfictiony̶e̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶j̶a̶c̶h̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶f̶a̶n̶f̶i̶c̶ *** "Don't let Ava be a professional ballerina." "What?" "Don't let her be a ballerina for a living...you have no idea how bad it is." "It can't be tha-" "I'm a twenty two year old virgin, with...
