Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 00:35:58 +0000
From: Justin <someone.like.you.5704@gmail.com>
Subject: Someone Like You, Chapter 6

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--
Need to say a few things; first of all, I'm so so so so sorry for this
being the first chapter since last July. I've had so much going on, I lost
motivation to write. Then my laptop got wiped and the new chapter I had
written got wiped off, so I thought I'd just leave it. But all your lovely
emails convinced me to try again :) Love you guys!

After the previous chapters back, I realised my writing was a bit less
mature than I hope it is now. So as always, let me know if there are words
or phrases that go straight over your head.

Anyway, enjoy.


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*Jason's Dialogue*

"So, you say this figure you saw was a man?" The police officer asked. He
kept a vacant smile while asking me questions, keeping eye contact. This
was no doubt a trained method to help people trust the interviewer.

I was standing in my living room, the smell of burned wood still lingering
and I could see the street through the charred whole in the house where the
front door used to stand. The morning sunlight still made an attempt to
seep through the blackened windows. Not much damage was done. However, we
were going to have to fork out more money to fix the house a second time.

"Yeah. I mean, I can't be 100% sure, but they looked pretty big and had the
sort of mannerisms of a man." I said. It was the best I could come up with.
I was shaken by the second attack on my home, although I wasn't home for
the first one - one committed by Jack's dad - the thought that I was a
target isn't one that made me particularly happy.

"Okay, well we've gathered all the information we can for now. Thank you
for the information, we'll do our best to find out who did this." He stood
up with the empty cup of tea in his hands, walked over to the kitchen door
and poked his head around the corner. "Thank you for the cuppa, Ms Moore."

"No problem. Are we all done?" My mum replied, looking from the male police
officer to the female one that had been interviewing her.

"I should think so; we'll be in touch soon. In the meantime, let us know if
you see or hear anything else we should know." The female officer said to
my mum. She took her colleagues cup and put it with her own on the kitchen
side.

I stayed stony-faced through the goodbyes. I didn't feel much gratitude
towards the police right then, as much as they said that they're doing
their best; I just didn't feel safe anymore.

I discussed the possible culprits with my mum. It could have just been a
random attack from a drunk or something. But I personally thought that Mr
Dawn, Jack's dad was behind it. If not him, then somebody related to the
attack on me and Jack at school. After a short conversation, I took myself
upstairs and laid on my bed. Almost as if scheduled, my phone rang. It was
Jack.

"Hey, you."  He saids cheerily.

"Hey" I replied in a moody tone.

"What's up?"

"Nothing really." I didn't want to let him know about what happened
straight away.

"Then what's with the moodiness?"

"Just a bit tired." I told him, bluntly.

"Oh, right. I'll leave you sleep then." He said dismissively.

"Don't!" I almost shouted this. But it was too late, he'd already hung up.
I didn't bother to send him any messages. As much as I wanted to talk to
him, it'd just make things so much more difficult if I told him about what
happened.

I threw my new phone to the cushion on the floor and curl up on my bed. I
hated being on bad terms with Jack before we had this newfound bond. 'Back
then it was frustrating, now it's just agonising' I thought to myself. I
laid there thinking about how I wanted him there with me, to tell me I'm
safe, but I didn't want to be the one to cave in first and apologise. I
mean, what did I do wrong? He was the one that hung up on me. Before I
realised it, I was falling into dreams of fire where I can hear Jack's
screams and see his flesh burning from his body.

I woke, with tears soaking my face and screaming out for Jack. My mum
charged into my room.

"What's the matter?!" she asked, looking concerned. The tears on my face
made her look even more worried.

"Nothing." I wiped the tears frantically, in a vain attempt to cover up
that I must have been crying in my sleep.

"Well there's no point shouting out for Jack now, he left about an hour
ago."

"What?" I asked, shocked. "He came here?" I looked out the window and saw
that the sun was going down; I must have slept through the whole day. The
sky's red looked too similar to the fire in my dreams, so I looked away.

"Yeah, a couple of hours ago. I'd say he knocked for you, but we were sort
of lacking something for him to knock." She smiled and I grinned back at
her. It's rare that my mum said something remotely funny, but the fact she
was trying to stay positive about our situation made a grin escape me. She
continued, "I sent him up, but about 10 minutes later he came down and told
me you were asleep. We chatted for a bit about what happened. Don't worry;
I didn't mention anything about what I saw yesterday."

I wasn't particularly worried about them talking about the 'half-naked
under the table' situation. But the bit that got me thinking was that he'd
spent 10 minutes up here. What was he doing for 10 minutes? Watching me
sleep?

"Oh, right. I'll give him a text in a minute. Sorry about falling asleep."
I said, still looking at the floor to try and hide my puffy eyes.

"Don't be. Get yourself cleaned up and come down for dinner. The new door's
been fitted. I'll be cleaning the windows tomorrow. Almost good as new." I
didn't know how she'd managed to get a new door fitted on a Sunday, or how
she was managing to stay cheery with the financial hardship we'd have to go
through now that we had to pay out to repair the front of the house.

"Okay, I'll be down in a bit." She left, and I got up to look at myself in
the mirror. I looked terrible, my eyes looked like leaking ponds, with the
water dripping from the green eyes and my hair was sticking up on one side.
I picked up my phone and sent Jack a message:

"Sorry I was asleep earlier.. was shattered, been a long night. I'm sure my
mum updated you. x"

I looked at my phone and waited for the little 'D' to show up to indicate
that his phone had received my message. It pops up and I pocket my phone.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen myself up a bit, I made my
way downstairs to dinner. I felt terrible about being an emotional wreck,
but everything was a mess.

*Jack's Dialogue*

He didn't look peaceful like he usually did when he slept. In fact, he
looked troubled. It made me sad to see Jason looking like this; it made me
feel worse knowing that I was so blunt and dismissive with him over the
phone. I knew he probably didn't want to worry me by telling me what had
happened, but it was stuff like this that I want to help him with. I walked
closer to him and knelt beside his bed, looking at his frowning face. A
tear formed in the corner of his left eye and rolled down the side of his
nose. He was crying. Whatever he was dreaming of, it was making him so
upset that he was actually crying. I wanted to wake him, to tell him 'I'm
here' and stop his tears. But the most I could do was wipe the tear from
his face, just as some of my own started to form. I got up and walked over
to the bedroom door; I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and decided
that it was best to let my eyes dry before going back downstairs.

I don't know why I didn't just wake him. I've seen him cry before; I was
able to comfort him then. 'Why not now?' I thought to myself. I went back
downstairs and Lynne told me all about what happened, she mentioned Jason's
suspicion of my dad. It hurts to know that my own father might be doing
this; I can't help feeling slightly responsible for what's happened.

"Lynne, I'm so sorry." I said; my voice solemn.

"Oh don't be silly, Jack. Even if it was your dad, you've got nothing to
apologise for." I was grateful for her saying this, but I still felt a
sense of responsibility.

"I think I should probably go home, Jason's out like a light. Let him know
I came round though." I said and stood up.

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner? The roast will be done in about an
hour or two, and I could do with a hand fitting the new door." She smiled
at me.  I could see she wasn't putting me on a guilt trip, I think she was
trying to get me stay around until Jason woke up.

"Sure, why not." I smiled back at her. We got to work at fixing the door.
We both knew about what happened the day before with me and Jason, but we
didn't talk about it at all. After the door was finished I sat in the
living room and put my feet up wondering how Jason will react to seeing me.

"I'm about to go wake Jason. I'll tell him you came round and left when you
found him asleep. I'm sure it'll be a nice surprise for him to see you
here." Lynne said as she walked into the room putting plates onto the
table. I wasn't sure how happy he'd actually be to see me, especially after
I was so ignorant earlier that day.

"JACK!" I heard Jason scream from upstairs, my heart sunk and I
instinctively rushed to the door to the stairs.

"I'll go; you stay down here and get the cutlery out for me. Thanks" Lynne
was firm in saying this, so I didn't argue. But I was still uneasy about
hearing that scream. It made my stomach churn. A few minutes later Lynne
walked back into the room.

"He had a bit of a bad dream I think. He'll be down in a minute, he's just
freshening himself up." I nodded and took a place at the table while
Jason's mum rushed around in the kitchen making drinks. I got a message
from Jason apologising for being asleep. He was obviously still clueless I
was there.

The door to the stairs opened, and Jason walked in rubbing his eyes. He'd
been crying more. He looks at me, stunned for a moment before a huge grin
spread across his face. Completely forgetting that his mum is in the next
room; I walked up to him, stroked his cheek and hugged him tightly.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered.

"No, I am." He replied. He pulled away from the hug and looked me in the
eyes. I tried to focus on what he was saying, but all I could do is stare
into those eyes.  "I should have told you this morning. I can't believe
that we didn't even have an argument, but I still felt awful."

"Well you know the solution then. Don't you?"

"What?"

"Tell me these bloody things!" I punched him on the shoulder and he
playfully pushed me away from him. We both started laughing and all the
uneasy feelings I had melted away as we both stood there laughing with each
other.

"Looks like you've both cheered up a bit!" Jason's mum had walked back into
the room and was grinning at seeing us both looking so happy.

Dinner at the Moore's house was brilliant. We joked over dinner and I paid
more compliments to Jason's mum about her food. Jason kept glancing at me
throughout the meal, and we made eye contact a few times, every time this
happened we both looked back at our food grinning. I think his mum noticed
this a few times as I caught her smiling at nothing from time to time.

At the end of the meal, I was surprised when my mum arrived at the front
door.

"Oh, hello." I heard her say to Jason's mum. They'd never spoken to each
other face-to-face before. "Is Jack here?"

"Yeah, he's just finished dinner. Come in." Lynne said to her. My mum
walked into the room with an uneasy look on her face.

"We're going to have to go your Auntie Leanne's tonight, Jack. A pipe's
burst in the house so it's flooded. Plumbers are in at the moment, but it's
not safe for us to spend the night there." She said to me. I didn't like my
Aunt Leanne, she'd never met my dad, but I'm sure they'd have been the best
of friends because they share the same prejudices and views. Spending a few
days there would be agony.

"Mum," Jason quickly piped up "Jack could stay here couldn't he?" The idea
of spending a few days with Jason filled my mind. 'It would be brilliant!'
I thought.

"I can't see why not." Lynne replied with a smile. "If that's fine by you,
Sarah?"

My mum looked a bit unsure at first. I'm guessing that she'd heard about
the attack on the house from the night before.

"Mum, it's okay. The police are keeping an eye on the area now. I'm
perfectly safe." I lied. I didn't have a clue whether the police were in
the area or not, but telling her that they were would convince her to let
me stay.

"Okay. I'll get your bag from the car; we had to pack the essential stuff
that'll get us through a few days." She conceded. I couldn't help but let a
smile out. Days with Jason!

*Jason's Dialogue*

At 10pm my mum said it was probably best that we went to bed, we went back
to school the next day so it was a good idea we got some sleep. We went
upstairs and followed the same routine we do when Jack usually stays round.
Jack came back into the bedroom after getting ready for bed while I was
checking my news feed on Facebook. He bent over to pull the mattress out
from under my bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Taking this out." He pointed under the bed.

"I don't think so." I said to him, giving him a smile.

"Oh... I get it." he started walking towards the bedroom door.

That got me confused confused. I didn't know what he was doing.

"'Night, Jason." He said to me glumly.

"Oi, where are you going now?"

"Downstairs, that's what you meant right?" He raised an eyebrow to me.

"No! I meant you won't be needing the mattress," I pulled the cover off of
me and patted the space on the bed next to me "Because you're sleeping
here."

"You sure?" he moved closer and sat on the bed.

I put my hand on his shoulder and stroked down his back. "Of course. Lay
down."

We laid there together like a twix, only touching by the arms. I found this
odd, but fell asleep pretty quickly.

I was haunted by dreams of Jack trapped in a burning house, screaming for
my help.

"Jason!" ... "Jason!!"

Before I realised it, I was being shaken awake by Jack. Seeing him safe and
close to me made me so happy that I didn't bother to wipe the tears away
from my face.

"You were crying again." He looked genuinely concerned about this and his
eyes were shining with tears.

"I'm sorry." I turned my back to him feeling bad about waking him and
making him upset.

His hand slid over my chest and he shuffled closer to me from behind,
pressing us together. This was the most secure I'd felt for a long time,
but I didn't tell him.

"Don't be sorry. I want you to feel safe. I'm here." I didn't reply, but I
responded by putting my hand on top of his. He wrapped me in his arms and I
fell back to sleep, untroubled.

*Jack's Dialogue*

"Oi! Jack!" Jason must have woken up again, it was still dark outside. I
knew he couldn't be waking up for the day.

"Uhh," I moaned "What?"

"You need to try and control your boners! I woke up when it poked me in the
back. But you sort of started humping me." He said. I looked up at him.
Even though it was dark, I could still see the moonlight shining off that
cheeky grin of his. I was embarrassed. Every guy got a hard on in the
night, but I was pretty sure that they didn't start thrusting.

"Well don't act like you weren't enjoying it." I replied, returning the
smile.

"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it, it's just we've got to be up early and I'm
not going to be able to get any sleep with you dry humping me and making me
horny." This was a pretty to-the-point outburst from Jason. I'd never heard
him say anything quite bluntly sexual before.

"Why don't you do something about it then?" I said to him. I knew he
wouldn't, but his reaction would be something worth seeing.

"I think I will." He winked at me. Then he disappeared under the cover, for
a moment I was in shock. Surely he wasn't about to go down on me? But then
his hand reached up from underneath the covers, he grabbed his pillow and
shoved it into my groin.

"There. Now I won't have to deal with the distraction. You can just fuck my
pillow." He whispered, he chuckled then laid his head next to mine again,
looking into my eyes. He kissed me quickly before turning his back to me
and pulling my arms around him again.

A few hours later we woke up and got ourselves ready for our first day back
at school. We'd have to pretend that there was nothing more than friendship
between us as soon as we were back there. Jason's mum drove us to the gates
and told us that we'd better make our way to reception first to sign
ourselves back in. We waved goodbye to Lynne and then stood for a moment
outside the gates to the school.

"You ready for this?" I ask Jason.

"Are you?" he replies.

"Not really." We both laughed as we walked through the gates. We were
early, so only a few students passed us as we made our way towards
reception, luckily none of them recognised us, and the cuts and bruises had
died down. We walked into the pristine and silent reception area, where the
ever-friendly receptionist was sitting at her desk typing away at her
computer. I always had a bit of a crush on her; she was in her early
twenties and had a pretty face. Maybe that was just appreciation of her
good looks and fondness of her. I wasn't certain of who I was attracted to
anymore, except for Jason.

"Morning boys, what can I do for you?" She said, beaming up at us as we
approached her.

"We need to sign ourselves back in, we've been out of school for a couple
of weeks." Jason said to her.

"Ahh, Jason and Jack right?" she replied in recognition of us. Obviously
our story wasn't kept quiet, even amongst the staff.

"That'll be us." I said.

"Okay dokes, I'll sign you both back in and email your teachers letting
them know that you're both back now." She said, smiling before she took her
gaze away from us to continue typing.

"Thank you." we both said, and we walk out of reception into the bustling
canteen.

Most of the day went as expected. People came up to me to tell me how happy
they are to see that I'm okay. I had people telling me they were sorry to
hear about what happened. The attention I got from girls was what I found
interesting, it was as if I'd come back from the dead and all the girls
that had ever thought I was attractive were now smothering me with
attention. This stirred up some uncomfortable feelings in me. A part of me
wanted to play up to attention and try and get some phone numbers, but
another part of me wanted them to back off because I only wanted Jason's
attention.

Jason and I had to separate midday so he could go to his History lesson and
I could go to sport, we agreed to meet at the gates at 7pm because that's
when I finished tennis practice and when he finished his rehearsals for the
talent show.

*Jason's Dialogue*

'Shit!' I thought to myself at the end of my History lesson. I'd completely
forgotten about the talent show rehearsals. I was feeling nervous as I
walked towards the hall in which rehearsals took place. I had to muster a
lot of courage just walk into the room. I was greeted, of course by the
head of drama and productions, Miss Grange. For the first half an hour I
was told what I would be performing, I was to be the headline act. They
didn't even bother to see if I had the ability to perform, apparently a
reference from the principle was all they needed.

I had 5 days to prepare for the big show on Saturday night and I was going
to have to perform 4 songs. I'd be kicking off the show with a rendition of
Pixie Lott's 'All About Tonight', then midway the theme would switch to
'Movies' and I'd be singing 'Safe & Sound' by Taylor Swift, I'd never
really thought much of her music before. But the song was the soundtrack to
'The Hunger Games' which was reason enough for me to learn it. Shortly
afterwards, I would be singing with the school's choir without backing
track, but with a band to Ed Sheeran's "Give Me Love". At the end of the
night I'll be closing the show with Jessie J's 'Who You Are'. The tracklist
was a bit daunting; I obsessed over Pixie Lott so her song would be fine.
'Safe & Sound' fitted my voice perfectly; it was just a case of learning
the lyrics and pitch. 'Give Me Love' was going to be tricky, every piece of
sound from that song was going to be live, if I screwed up, everyone
screwed up. 'Who You Are' would be diabolical, the high notes Jessie J
reaches in that song were way out of my reach, so I'd have to figure out a
way to get around that.

"So you're fine with that, yeah?" Miss Grange asked me.

"Err, sure. Don't hate me if I mess up though." I laughed.

"You'll be fine; you can rehearse in about 10 minutes. Why don't you have a
look around for now and chat to some of your friends." She walked away
briskly to scold a year 7 for breaking a chair that he was trying to
juggle.

I looked around the hall; there wasn't anybody I recognised there. Then I
saw her. Alice was over in the corner with Alex Northwood, her new
boyfriend. He was a nice enough guy; popular and friendly and very clued up
with electronics. She caught my eye and waved for me to come over.

Unwillingly, I took myself over to where they were standing in front of a
laptop attached to the projector that shone onto the entire front wall.

"Hey, you." Alice said to me, smiling.

"Hi." I didn't want to come across to enthusiastic in front of her new
boyfriend. "You all right, Alex?"

"Yeah, not too bad thanks, Jason. How you holding up?"

"Not too shabby."

"and Jack?"

"He's fine now, gave us all a bit of a worry though." I said this with a
smile, but in way that wouldn't suggest that I was any more worried than an
average best friend would be. We dropped the subject and started talking
about Saturday's show.

"We're just making the backdrops for your performances now actually." Alex
said. He clicked in the corner of the screen and showed me a blue and
silver visualisation with an instrumental of 'All About Tonight' in the
background. What I was seeing looked a bit too frantic for a performance
where only 1 person would be standing still on stage.

"Looks a bit upbeat." I said in an attempt to find out why.

"Well you'll have dancers behind you; we're trying to kick the show off
with a bang." Alex said.

"I'll be one of the dancers." Alice said. I could have guessed as much, she
was generally part of any dance production the school presented.

"For the last one you're doing, you're on your own. No dancers, no
backdrop. Just a spotlight, an acoustic track and your voice." When Alex
told me this, I felt a mixture of relief and more nerves. On the up-side;
I'd only have to worry about singing to an acoustic track, not the full-
blown ballad version. But then there was pure focus on me, every eye will
be on me.

The next two hours passed with me giving shaky, quiet performances of my
given tracks. There was pitching issues with 2 of the songs, so some
tweaking would have to be done to the backing tracks. But the performance
of 'Safe & Sound' was the greatest success so far (minus the fact I had to
hold the lyrics sheet while I sang). The performance of 'Give Me Love' was
a mess for the first 3 attempts; trying to synchronise my voice, the choir
and the band was way proving more difficult than everyone thought.

We called it a day at 7pm and I left the building, walking towards the gate
where Jack had arranged to meet me. When I got there, Jack was nowhere to
be seen. After about 5 minutes of waiting, I sat down on a bench between
the school gates and by the woods that surrounds it. After another 10
minutes I thought I'd give him a call. When the ringing tone started, I
heard a second tone about 30ft behind me. There was some shuffling then the
ringing stopped. He was in the woods. Deciding this was suspicious, and it
was dark, I picked up a thick stick from the ground in front of the woods
and slowly started walking towards where the sound came from. I could hear
a slight shuffling and unmistakeable sound of an embrace.

Losing all sense of subtlety, I rushed forwards and shone the light of my
phone on two silhouettes in front of me. Jack was here. He was also kissing
Charlotte from our sociology class. The world around me fell silent and all
I could focus on was the atrocity in front of me. They were kissing so
intensely that they hadn't noticed me standing 3ft away from them. He was
rubbing his groin against her and she was rubbing her hand down the front
of his jeans. I wanted to grab her hand and snap it off. I wanted to beat
every inch of both of them for doing this. Numbness fell over me and the
tears started to distort the sight in front of me. My heart ached. It was a
feeling I'd never had before; as if somebody was punching me hard in the
chest with every beat of my broken heart.

I threw the stick I was holding and it collided with Jack's leg.

"Ow! What the fu-" He saw me standing there. "Jason!" He stepped away from
Charlotte, who was staring daggers at me for interrupting.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself." I said bitterly.

Jack stood there speechless; it was too dark to distinguish his facial
expression.

"Do you mind, Jason? We're sort of busy." Charlotte said, sounding even
more moody than she looked.

"I'll leave you to it then." I said before turning to face Jason. "I'll let
my mum know you'll be back a bit late. Have fun." I didn't stick around for
a reaction. Regaining the feeling in my legs, I turned and walked out of
the woods and started the agonising journey home. I took the long route
away from the roads. I could feel my heart sink with every step that I
took. The mental image of Jack and Charlotte wrapped in each other's arms
playing tonsil tennis taunted me. I could feel the tears streaming down my
face, but I didn't bother to wipe them away. I didn't care. I just wanted
to be on my own, as far away from Jack as possible. The more I thought of
him, the more it hurt.

*Jack's Dialogue*

"Get away from me!" I shouted at Charlotte, pushing her away from me before
she could kiss me again.

This wasn't good. I was falling in love with Jason. Then I went and did
this! I don't even know why I did it. I was just willing myself to be
straight, I guess.

"What?! Don't mess me around Jack! First you act like you don't want me,
then you bring me here, and because Jason turned up you're going all gay on
me!" She retorted.

"I'm going. This shouldn't have happened." I said, walking away quickly.
All I could think of was catching up with Jason, to explain. But what would
I have said? 'Sorry Jason, I was only making out with her because I don't
want to be gay like you.'

'I'm turning into my dad.' I thought to myself. But I loved Jason; there
was no two ways about it. The thought that I'd lost everything with him
made me shake with fear. I had to try and sort this out with him.

I ran back to Jason's house hoping to find him along the way, but without
any luck. When I got back, I found he hadn't come home yet. I rang him but
after 2 rings, he declined the call and I was put through to voicemail.

"Lynne?" I walked into the kitchen where Jason's mum was making a cheese
sauce to go with our dinner.

"Hmm?" she replied.

"Could you ring Jason for me? I'm worried about him and he doesn't want to
talk to me right now." I said, bowing my head.

"You've fallen out?" She said.

"Kind of."

"I'll give him a call." She pulled out her phone from her pocket and rang
him.

"Hello, sweetheart. Are you on your way home?" ... "Okay I'll see you in a
sec then." ... "Okay, bye." She hung up, put her phone back in her pocket
and looked up at me.

"He's just walking to the door." She said. Sure enough, 5 seconds later I
heard the key turn in the front door and I stood in the living room waiting
for him to come in. But after I heard the door shut he charged up the
stairs and a door slammed.

"I'm just going to go talk to him." I said to Lynne. She nodded and carried
on preparing the meal.

I walked upstairs, knocked on the bedroom door and slowly made my way
inside. Jason wasn't in there, so he must have been in the bathroom. I
walked to the bathroom and knocked.

"Jason?" I said wearily.

"Go away." His voice was high and strained from what I guessed was
suppressed crying.

"Not until we sort this."

"There's nothing to sort, Jack. You're entitled to kiss anybody you want; I
was just stupid enough to think that I was anything more than another
person to add to the kiss-list." These words really cut me up. Jason meant
the world to me, and I didn't know how to make things okay. Maybe I
couldn't.

"You've got to understand, Jason."

"Just fuck off, Jack. Tell my mum I'll have dinner later, I'll see you
tomorrow morning."

"Jason." He didn't reply. "JASON! I'm not leaving this spot until we've
talked about this."

There was still no reply, so I sank down to the floor and peered underneath
the bathroom door. I could see Jason sitting against the far wall with his
legs pressed against his chest. I couldn't see his face, but I could hear
his sobs.

If he wouldn't talk to me in person, I thought I'd try and talk to him
through BBM:

Jack: please jason. X

Jason: Don't even try sending me kisses, they obviously mean nothing to
you.

Jack: It was nothing! I was confused about things, ive never felt anything
for a guy before and its scary. You of all people know that. x

Jason: I dont remember having 2 people on the go at once though.

Jack: i don't have 2 people on the go! Charlotte was a mistake like an
experiment.

Jason: and what? Youve decided that you don't want me anymore. We weren't
exclusive or anything i guess. I wont tell anyone about it don't worry.

Jack: I don't want anybody but you Jason. x

Jason: you've got a weird way of showing it

Jack: I'm so sorry. I was just confused and I can't stand knowing that i've
hurt you. I'm sitting here crying right now because i think i'm losing you.

Jason: you think you're upset. I feel like you've just plucked out my heart
and stamped on it!!

Jack: I know and I don't know what I can do to show you how much you mean
to me.

Jason: You showed me exactly how little i mean to you when you kissed
charlotte.

Jack: You mean everything to me! Do you think i'd have walked into a fight
that put me into a coma if I didn't care about you?

Jason: You did that because you felt bad about making things worse!

Jack: No I didn't!!

Jason: then why did you do it?

Jack: Because I love you.

The 'R' appeared next to that last message to show he'd read it, but there
was no reply.

The door clicked behind me and I stood up quickly so the door could open.
Jason stood in front of me, eyes red and puffy from tears. I must have
looked similar. He took a step forward.

"Say it out loud. To my face." He said.

"I love you." From these words, he kissed me as fully and as passionately
as he had done on our first kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and returned
the kiss with an equal amount of passion. I pulled away after around 10
seconds.

"And you? You love me?" I said. I stared into his deep green eyes waiting
for the words that I needed to hear.

"More than you know."


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Well, there it is.. the chapter that took over half a year.. Anti-climax or
what?! The next chapter will be considerably shorter... but packed with a
fair amount of drama. I thought I'd just throw in a lovey-dovey chapter to
ease people back into the story. Chapter 7 will be a car crash of emotion.

As always.. email me with comments, or even if you just want a chat! I'm
friendly enough :D

Someone.like.you.5704@gmail.com

Love you guys!

Justin