Jacks hands were on my shoulders, letting his weight rest on them. Yet it wasn't too heavy.

"Cmon Y/N, let's head upstairs." Jack let's go of my shoulders and offers his hand.

I accept his offer and we started walking up the stairs. Jack was watching my every step, and making sure I don't accidentally trip or fall. I am hurt in the inside about what happened, but I am not actually injured on the outside. That I can't walk or something. But, I think it's cute how Jack protects me even though I am no need for it.

Tears still fill my eyes and some drop. Some I hold back. My face was still red and my nose was all runny and puffy. I sniffle some, thinking about my parents and saying my last words to them. And those last words wasn't wise of me.

Once when we got upstairs fully, Jack slowly walked toward his room. And sets me down on his bed. He leaves me alone for him to close the door. He does it quietly as you could hear a soft *click* when he closes the door. He then sits next to me right after he does so..

Silence.

Silence..

More silence.

..

More-

"So," Jack started, finally breaking the silence free. "Do you want to talk about it? Or do you think it would cause more problems?"

I look up at him to meet his blue eyes. We make small eye contact and neither of us break it apart.
"Y-yea, sure." I nod. He nods also and smiles weakly.
He crosses his legs and scoots himself sideways to face me. I believe he scooted closer while in that process...

I tell him everything. About how my parents were so kind, and how they'd sometimes fall into a few fights that were pointless. How my dad quit his job to look over my little sister, Emily. (if you actually have a baby sister that's around 6, then replace the name to ur sisters name.) Sean didn't know that I had a baby sister so I told all about her. How she was a brat sometimes, gets away with anything with our parents, all that sister stuff. But she can also be the most adorable that you'd scream inside.
After telling almost my whole life story, Jack started talking. About his life. How he has siblings too. And he was the younger one. He says that he wasn't able to get away with stuff like my sister does. And actually the older siblings got to do more things than he could, like go in the front seat of the car and things like that, so he was kind of jealous.

I giggle at that part and so does Jack. I heard a faint knock on the door and we both turn our heads to it. Jack opened the bedroom door and, no surprise, it was Mark with a cup full of steaming tea. He must of just finished making it.

"I got you some tea, I don't know if you will like this kind. So, you can throw it away if you don't like it." He hands me the warm cup of tea.

"Or you can give it to me." Mark adds, I chuckle while taking a sip out of the tea. I can feel both of their eyes on me, wondering if I'll like the tea.

I drink

Drink

Drink

Swallow

I looked at them both and first met with Dark Oak wood eyes. I smile and he smiles back.

"...well?" Mark asks, impatient.

"I love it." I simply say.
Mark sighs of relief (because he doesn't want the same process again with a different tea) and I drink more.

My tears were drying up now, there were clear, wet stains on my red cheeks that would soon dry if I don't wipe them off now. I didn't feel that hurt anymore, maybe resting and not thinking about it will be better for me. I mean, I'll obviously think about it once in awhile and maybe tear up from it, but I need to live on..

It just won't be easy..

"Say, we can watch a movie on the tv. Downstairs on the couches, or up here on the bed." Mark suggests.
I yawn and nod. I was getting tired and watching a movie before falling asleep is what I would like right about now.

"Yea, sure." I stretched so my voice was more high pitched.
They both chuckle and I, also, chuckle when I finish my yoga dance moves.

Mark goes downstairs to pick out some movies for me to choose from. Jack sets up his room and says for me to just chill while he does all the work. I hate seeing everyone do work that can be done faster if I help. But I guess I can understand what he's saying.

"Hey, I can help too." I say, bored out of my mind.

"Yea, yea, I know you can. But i don't want you to do things that is my responsibility to fix." He places a blanket on the floor.

"What are you-"

"I'm putting blankets on the floor so then me and Mark can sit there and watch while your up on the bed." He answers my question.

"No no no, you both can come sit with me. It might be a little crowded but I won't feel as lonely." I really wanted them to feel comfortable while watching the movie.
Letting them sit on the floor like that makes me feel bad, it's unfair for them even.

"Well.. I don't know if all of us could sit on it, but I guess we can try.?" His voice was almost a question.
It sounded like it anyway.

"Yay." I say in a very kiddish voice.
Even though his head wasnt facing me now, fixing the bed more for us all..
I can see Jack smile

Mark comes up with some movie choices while Jack finishes cleaning up a bit.

"Here, Y/N," he holds out the movie choices I, surprisingly, like.
"If you don't like any then just say so, so I can get new ones." I nod, examine the covers of the movies.

Some I haven't seen, but I want to see, and others I have already seen a million times. But somehow I still can watch them.

"I'll go with... (movie you want to see but haven't seen yet)" I point to the movie and Mark throws the rest on the floor, carelessly if they break.

"You know, I cleaned this place up and all you do is wreak it again!" Jack complains. I smile and Mark rolls his eyes, his face still towards me.

"Well sorryyyyy." Mark sarcastically says.

Jack softly chuckles but me and Mark just smile. Mark opens the movie cover and puts in the movie I picked out.

"Sooo where am I staying. On the floor orrrrr?" Mark waits for me or Jack to answer.

"Oh! It may be crowded, but you and Jack are gonna sit on the bed with me, and that's final." I answer.
Mark slowly nods while I walk to the bed. Jack was on the left side of the bed and mark was in the other. They both, almost insigne, sat on each side of the bed. I was in the middle.. being squished.

"MARK SCOOTS IM ABOUT TO FALL!" Jack tries to scoot but it only made Mark do the same thing.

"AYE! YOU SOOTCH I ONLY HAS ONE BUTT CHEEK ON THIS THING!" Mark yells. I laugh and sit up more to settle this fight.

"Alright! one of you, will have to face it and leave this competition." My voice dramatic like on tv shows.

"Well your gonna have to pick!" Mark says, not to confident that I'm gonna pick him.

Aannndddd he was right.

"Sorry Mark," I say, "but you may pack your things and head home." I laugh at me being too dramatic. Marks bottom lip pops up like he's about to cry.

"FWINE! I'll set up my own little spwat!" His voice sounding like a little kids.
He, playfully, stomps off and gets a blanket and a extra pillow. He sets it on the floor in front of the bed. So then he can rest his back on the bed.

"I'm sorryyyy!" I whisper yell to Mark. He put a thumbs up in front of the tv to show that it's all good.

He pressed play on the title screen and it started showing cool effects. You know, what tv's do. Me and Jack scoot over some so then he doesn't fall. We were shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm. To make this easier, were touching arms. We're that close. But I didn't mind.

I look over at a small window to the right. It was dark out and I could only see my own reflection. I sighed and felt my eyes getting droopy. I couldn't hold up my eyelids any longer so I let them be.

But I may or may not have fallen asleep.
-------------------
Oooooooo

How many words you read (1529) words