Love Shows When It's There

Jack and I sat watching all of the Harry Potter's together, until he fell asleep. Jack was amazing! I loved him to pieces. I may have been terrified of people at that moment, but not Jack. I loved that he hadn't asked about me crying, he'd just been there. I hated when people asked why I was crying and Jack knew that.

It got to the End of Harry Potter Four, when the front door opened and there were two muffled voices.
"Do they even know we're back together?" a familiar voice asked.
"They don't, so shh! I'll tell them babe," Zack replied. Zack and Ross?
"Fine," the familiar voice stage whispered. I was almost positive it was Ross.
"C'mon. We'll take the living room," Zack replied.

Zack came into the living room, Ross following close behind. I looked over at them and smiled.
"Hey guys," I said quietly.
"He awake?" Zack replied.
"Nope. Fell asleep through the second one. Zack, change to disk five. You guys can occupy the spare room just now if you want," I told them as Zack changed the disk.
"Alright. Sounds fun. We're just gonna watch a movie," Zack replied.
"You wanna watch this with me? Jack's passed out and I need someone to change the disk," I replied.
"Why not?" Zack said, smiling.

Zack and Ross flopped down and curled up together on the other couch and I pressed play. We got to about half way through that. He looked around dazed so I kissed his cheek.
"Hey babe," I said, smiling.
"Hey baby," he replied, yawning.
"Good sleep?" I asked, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Mmhmm," he replied, resting his head on mine, lacing our hands together. "What we watching?"
"Harry Potter Five. It's nearly finished," I told him.
"Good. Can we watch Home Alone?" he asked.
"Sure baby, Whatever you want," I told him. He nodded, smiling.

Harry Potter Five ended shortly after that conversation and Zack got up and put on Home Alone. Suddenly my phone was going off. I fished it out of my pocket and quickly accepted the call without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello Alex," a deep voice replied.
"Who is this?" I asked, sitting up.
"Well, put it this way. Your brother didn't commit suicide," he replied.
"Wh-What do you mean? He committed! There's no other explanation to it," I said shakily. I felt one of Jack's hands at the bottom of my back, and the other laced with my free hand.
"Guess again," he replied.
"Look! Who are you?" I asked, tears welling up.
"I'm your brother's killer."