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WARNING- HOTNESS.

JACK'S POV

It's Monday morning, no school for me. But I guess me being basically suicidal is a downer on the break away.

My drawing is hanging up over my bed, courtesy to the tape dispenser Vic stole for me from the front desk- it has a serrated blade to cut the tape. Too "dangerous" especially in my "condition".

I'm surprisingly feeling better. But I don't think that will last.

I want to see Alex. I look at my clock. He's probably in 2nd period right now, language arts.

Fuck. We had a personal essay due. I never even started. Might as well do it now.

"Mr. Barakat?" I turn abound and a nurse is standing there, poking his head through the doorway his name reads "SAM M." He's been giving me meds and he told me his brother suffered with depression once apon a time. He's pretty chill.

"Sup, Sam?" I ask.

"You have a visitor." He winks and leaves, someone replacing him. It can't be my parents they already came right after Vic left at 4 yesterday.

And replacing Sam is Alex. I smile and jump out of bed, blankets tangled in my legs. He's standing there with a super sexy look like "I need you". He has on a dark green beanie and a black shirt with black skinnies. Fuck.

How can I resist?

"Is this your room babe?" He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist, smiling. I put my arms around his neck.

"Want a tour?" I ask, smirking.

"What's over here?" He asks as he bounds toward my bed. He pretends to be looking in the sheets for something.

"Huh. Must've just imagined it." He says, raising an eyebrow and smiling oh so sexually. He just wanted to get me to the bed.

He sits cross legged and pats the space in front of him on the bed. I turn around and close my door.

Jack don't have sex in the hospital! I tell myself.

I won't, we can just, like, make out! I counter.

Jaaaaack. The first voice whines.

Jack. The second voice makes a good point, just a little making out wouldn't hurt anyone. (A/N BUT HIMSELF LATER!!!! okay bye)

I walk over to the space on my bed in front of Alex and sit cross legged, mirroring him.

"How are you?" He asks, moving my hair with his hand, sending a shock wave through my body. Does he know what he's doing to me?

"Um... Alright. Not bad. You?"

"If you are." He whispers, moving towards me. He kisses my forehead softly and I can feel myself blushing like crazy. He starts to pull back but I keep him where he is by putting my hand on the back of his head and I pull him in, stopping when our lips are almost touching. One movement would make us kiss.

"Jack..." Lex says, his lips brushing against mine a tiny bit, his breath making my face warm. This feels so right.

Alex leans in and kisses me, pushing me backwards so we're lying down, him on top of me.

This isn't a dream, Vic isn't going to wake me up from it this time.

Alex slips his tongue into my mouth and I moan. Shit. He knows what he's doing. He knows exactly what he's doing.

I run my hands through his hair. He breaks the kiss and our lips are still almost touching.

"Jack..." He says again.

"Lex, how long have you been... You know?" Wow, Jack, now, suddenly you're embarrassed to say gay.

"I've been bi for a while, Jacky." And he dives in for another kiss.