"y/n," a voice whispers, causing your eyes to flutter open.

"y/n," you hear again, you grudgingly roll over to face your bedroom door.

"Let me suffer in my own self pity alone," you call creakingly towards Jack, who is standing at the door. You pull the covers over your head.

"Well, that just isn't going to be acceptable now little y/n," his voice is warm and soft.

"If you're going to be persistent then come here and stare at the ceiling with me," you say emerging from under the covers, wearing a silky pyjama set. Jack casually walks over to your bed and jumps onto the other side, resting his hands behind his head and letting out a deep sigh.

"Ten days since the party, what's the morning report on emotion?" he asks.

You break the deep eye contact with the ceiling and turn to face Jack, gently playing with his soft hair, "where would I be without you Jack."

"I've asked myself the same thing," he says, making you laugh for a moment. He starts to lean in closer to your lips, to the point we're you could each feel the breath of one another.

"So, stalker, how did you get into my house anyways?" you question, causing him to play off his previous movement, and lay back.

"Besides the fact that you showed me where the emergency key is kept, your mother dearest let me in," he said matter-of-factly.

Your eyes widen, "she's home early?" You leap out of bed and race to the main living area.

"Life giver! My foetus living quarters! Mother!" you yell at the top of your lungs, with a spring in your step.

"y/n," she calls from the kitchen, with a delicious smell wafting from the same area.

When you see her warm smile and kind eyes, you practically jump into her arms.

"Why so excited for me to be home all of a sudden?" she laughs.

"Way too much shit has gone down, and honestly I just needed my mummy," you manage to say while you latch onto her with all your might.

"How old are you? Like 5? Who even says mummy anymore?" Your mum jokes.

"You're ruining a moment!" you pout.

"I missed you, and, I knew something was off with you! My mum senses could feel it from miles away."

"Sure sure," you say, rolling your eyes jokingly. Only now pulling away from the comfortable embrace you were both in.

Then your mum whispered into your ear, "Jacks standing over there looking awkward."

"Jack, I knew you were a creepy stalker!" You called.

"You two were having a moment or something!" he said in defence.

"Well come here right now, and give your favourite fake aunty a hug," your mum said, walking away from you and extending her arms towards Jack. "Too busy waking up my daughter to give me a welcome home hug!"

Jacks face was glowing, it was like your mother brought a warmth with here everywhere she went.

"Okay," he gave in and let your mum baby him for a moment as she hugged him.

"You does your hair Jacky," she said, only just noticing.

"Yeah mum, his going for the 'I'm a cool punk skater boy' look," you giggled.

"Well, I like it, it's funky!" she said giving his hair a ruffle.

"Funky?" Jack and you started laughing.

"Are you making fun of my cool lingo?"

"Never!" you smiled.

The conversation didn't go on for much long, as the timer your mum had set earlier went off, signalling that the choc chip cookies in the oven were ready. You and Jack sat at the counter as she took them out of the oven carefully, and put them each gently onto the cooling rack.

"Can we have one pretty please?" you ask, giving your best puppy eyes.

"Not these ones, they need to cool. However I made some more before that should be perfect."

"Thanks mum!"

"Yeah, thankyou so much!" Jack praised.

"Totally fine my loves! Jack, your mum should be here soon," your mum said.

"Why? Am I in trouble?"

"Should you be?" she joked, "we are just having a catch up."

"Okay well, that's my cue to go then!" Jack salutes.

"And my cue to follow," you add.

"Here," your mum ushers an open container filled with cookies towards you, "don't forget to take a cookie for the road!" she says singing.

The two of you take a cookie each and almost skip out the door. You hesitate a moment before leaving the house, something you have done very little of since the break up a little over a week ago. The breeze brushes against your skin, an overcast day, yet still beautiful.

"What are you waiting for slow poke?" You hear Jack say, standing on the side walk.

"For my confidence to come back?" you say, unsure of what could be said to describe the feeling the engulfs you when you go outside. Like the weight you felt on your shoulders that same night crashes down onto you, the moment you step out of the door.

Jack comes and stands in front of you making intense eye contact.

"I know you can't help but feel bad for yourself, and about your break up with Finn, but you are my favourite human to ever exist and I swear to god," he stops to take a breath,"if you don't come outside and play with me I will cry right now, I can already feel it coming," he begins to whine like a baby, jokingly of course.

Just as Jack always does, he made you laugh so hard you stomach hurt, "okay, okay! Enough!"

"Am I embarrassing you? Because I can do this all day," he starts to cry out again.

"Fine, you win," you take a big step out of h the doorway, heart pounding like a drum in your chest, the weight settling on your shoulders again. Then, to much surprise, it disappears, the weight is lifted as you continue to walk along the path.

Jack has a wide grin plastered on his face, he begins to walk beside you. However the two of you don't get far before Jack turns and runs back to your house.

"I forgot something, be right back!" he yells.

You shake your head at him and smile to yourself, sitting on the warm cement curb.

Only minutes later you see Jack rolling along the pavement towards you on his skateboard. He comes to a stop next to you and sits with you, laying the board underneath his feet.

"I got you something," he states.

"Go on," you say, intrigued.

"So I know you broke your skateboard around a year ago, and you never got to buying a new one."

"You didn't, Jack Dylan Grazer, you did not get me a new skateboard!"

He shoved a brand new decked out board, "you needed something to get your mind off of everything, and I know skateboarding to be the perfect hobby for that."

"Thankyou," you hug him, resting the board in your lap, "thankyou for caring."

He hugs you back, "let's see if you've still got it," he says, standing.

"It's been awhile, cut me some slack, I haven't done this since we started filming Shazam!"

It took you a few minutes, but you got the basics pretty easily. You used to skateboard all the time before drama started to pop up more and more often in your life. You kind of just forgot about it, and now, doing it again, you wished you hadn't.

Hours went by, of you and Jack just messing around, and of course him just being good at skating as per usual. But no matter how many times either of you failed, it was just laughed off and thought of as a step closer to whatever you were trying to do.

The ride home was breezy, with a now almost clear sky, and the sun setting ahead of you. Skating past all of the practically identical houses made you at ease, especially with Jack by your side. He was here for you, and was the only thing that hadn't messed you anything lately, in your eyes. He was stability for you.

You came up to your house, which was easily spotted, as it was a totally different house to the other ones, which were all seemingly clones of one another.

"You didn't answer me question this morning," Jack stayed.

"What was it again?"

"I asked how you were feeling up here," He said tapping his temple with his index finger.

You thought for a moment, the two of you kicking up your boards and walking towards the front door.

"I have been better," you said combing your fingers through your hair, "but this day has been really good for me, I mean it just kept getting better as it went on, and that was all because of you, and of course my mum, but also you."

He smiled and opened the door for you, "well I hope this makes it better," he lightly kissed your lips, without too much pressure or too little. But only lasted a few seconds before you both pulled away.

"Goodbye Jack, you're too good to me."

"Bye," he gave a slight wave and skated away as you watched from the open front door.

There were so many things that were wrong with that kiss, but so many things right about it. You had decided that it was now time to stop thinking about regrets or making new ones. No regrets, as they say.

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I think i have gotten into the grove of the whole quarantine thing, i am actually writing a fair bit more now so that's promising.