I hadn't gone over to Jack's in a couple days. He was spending some time trying to find a job to pay for the house that he bought. He technically bought it with Devon, but he paid for most of it. Now that Devon is gone Jack has to pay everything by himself. That didn't stop us from texting all the time, though. I swear, if you have never actually met Jack, you would think that I was just texting another one of my friends from school. I like that he’s still so young at heart, he’s not that old to start with, but he acts like a kid.
I really wanted to try something new for a while and maybe impress Jack a little at the same time, so I had Kenadie buy me some hair dye when she went to the store. I thought that maybe lightening my hair a little bit could be a good start. Things have been good recently, so maybe some change was good. I sat on the floor in my room and my sister was putting the dye in my hair, it wasn't bright blond, but it was lighter than my natural hair color. “Why are you doing this anyway?” Kena asked from behind me.
“I don't know. I just wanted change.” I shrugged. She laughed and little. “What?”
“Are you sure you're not doing this for Jack?” she teased. I rolled my eyes.
“No, I'm not doing this for Jack. I'm doing it for me. I just wanted to change things up a little.” It was silent for a little while, until my phone buzzed on my bed. Kenadie moved away and picked it up with the hand that didn't have a glove on it.
“Ooh, its lover boy!” she said, dangling the phone in front of my face.
“Shut up.” I told her, snatching the phone from her hands. I unlocked it and found the message.
‘come over later? I feel like hanging out with someone.’ - Jack.
I bit the inside my bottom lip, feeling a little giddy inside. Of course I would come over, it was a stupid question, but I guess and sixteen year old should be that excited to go over to a 22 year olds house. I liked him though.
‘sure. how about 2?’ - Alex
I typed out the message and sent it to him. I noticed that the feeling from my head was gone. I turned around looking at Kena. She was staring at me with a smirk on her face and and her eyebrows raised a little. “What?” I asked her. She giggled to herself and came back over to my hair and finished putting the dye in it.
‘sounds good. see u then.’ -Jack.
Jack texted me back and I heard Kenadie laugh a little again. “Okay, what?”
“Nothing. Nothing.” she said, and I rolled my eyes. I hate having her as a sister, but I lover her too much as well. “So you're going over to Jack's later?” I nodded. I heard her cleaning up the stuff from the dye. “Carful. You can get in a lot of trouble.” she warned me.
“I know.” I sighed, standing up and making sure all the hair dye was off my neck and face. I looked at the instructions for how long it stays in and set the timer on my phone. “Its stupid.” I said, picking the conversation up with her again. “Why is age even a thing? Can't people just like who they like?”
“You can like who you like, Its if you act on those feelings.” she told me sitting on my bed.
“Now you sound like the people at church. ‘You can be gay, but you can't act on it’” I said the last part in a mimic voice of the pastor at my moms church. I never go for that reason, my mom doesn't know that though.
“I know. Its not the gay thing. It just, I don't wanna see you or him get in trouble if things go any farther than just that one [two] kiss.” she told me. I nodded understanding. “Why are you falling for this guy so fast anyway? You've only knows him for like a month and half. I sighed.
“I don't know. He’s just… Different, I guess.” she gave me a questioning look, but didn't say anything. “He’s a lot more mature than the stupid guys in my school, but at the same time, hes extremely immature. Hes has the same sense of humor I have, so he easier to talk to.” I looked at her and she nodded to me.
“I want you to be careful though. He is 6 years older than you-”
“5, I was born in December, remember?” I cut her off, and joked. She chuckled a little and nodded.
“Okay, 5, but that's still a lot. I'm not against it, but I am your big sister and I want you to be safe okay?” she was really sappy, but it was understandable though.
“Yeah, okay.” she really was right. She pretty much always was, I hated it. She stayed until my hair was done, then went back to her room. I took a short shower washing to dye out. I got dressed and styled my hair, which always took way too long. It was 1:50, so I need to be over a Jack’s in just a little bit. I actually really liked how my hair turned out. It wasn't blond-blond, it was like a darker, goldish blond almost. I showed my sister before I left, she was pretty cocky about it, even though all you do is mix what they give you and put in on your hair.
I made my way over to Jack’s around 2:15, I didn't wanna seem too eager. I knocked on the door and waited for him to open it. He smiled at me and gave me a shocked look. “Well damn.” he said, and let me in.
“I wanted to try something knew.” I told him. “You don't hate it do you?” I asked, I was actually a little afraid of the answer. I really didn't want him to hate it. He shook his head and smiled.
“No, I love it.” he walked closer to me, bending down so his mouth was by my ear. “I like blonds the best.” he whispered and walked into the kitchen. I could have swore that my heart stopped right then. He was a natural flirt, I knew that, but I wanted to make sure that all of this wasn't just to get over Devon. I never asked him about it, but I kept thinking it. I didn't want him to make some stupid mistake because he was broken. I walked into the kitchen and he was walking out the back door. I followed him. He sat down at the seats on the back porch and I sat next to him.
“Do you like to be outside?” I asked him, a little out of the blue. He shook his head yes as he was looking around outside. “Me too. Theres a little gazebo thing down the road, just a little bit into the woods. Its really pretty over there and it’s a good place to draw.” He looked at me.
“You draw a lot?” I nodded. “Thats really cool. All I’ve got is the guitar, which you already know. No other artistic abilities.” he shrugged.
“I doubt that. You seem like a really artistic person. I bet you could if you tried.” he shrugged again. “Lets go there. Its really nice.” he thought for a second.
“Okay, lead the way.” he smiled. We got up and we walked down the street. Good thing we didn't pass anyone, I didn't want to be seen by people, not that it was bad, but Jack is an adult, that would just look weird. We made it too the woods, I moved a couple branches and showed him the path that was made over the years of teenagers going through here. We made our way farther in the woods, jumping over a rather large fallen tree until we found the gazebo. There was a picnic table inside where we sat.
“A lot of the teenagers used to come and get high in here. Not really anymore, now its just a pretty place to calm down if you need it.” he was looking around and smiling. He laughed a little. “What?”
“I just reminds me of the one Devon and I had. It was in our old house in California. It was about half the size of this one, so really small. It was there when we moved in, but we loved it.” his face dropped a little, before he smiled at me again.
“We can leave if-”
“No,” he said cutting me off. “I like it here. Thank you for showing me.” I got up and walked to his side of the table looking over the railing. There was a small pond next to it. It was always so gorgeous over her it was hard to believe that it was a real place. Jack walked over to me and sat his hands on the railing too, one of his hands going over mine. I felt my heartbeat pick up, it was only his fingers, yet it was sending little flutters to my stomach. He moved his hand and I sighed.
“Do you want to start heading back?” I asked him after a few minutes, he nodded and we started to walked out of the gazebo. Walking back seemed a lot worse than before, we kept bumping into each other. We had to step over the rather large tree again. In the process of trying to jump over the log, I fell bringing Jack down with me. I landed on my back and he landed on my stomach.
“Oh, shit. I'm sorry.” he said to me, and looked at me. “Are you okay?” he asked. The fall hurt a little, but I was a little more focused on where his hand was currently laying. I don't think he noticed it, but it was laying right over my crotch area. I gulped a little before speaking.
“Yeah, I'm fine. It was my fault.” I stopped for a second. “Your hand is…” I stopped mid sentence and he gave me a confused look. I pointed down and he looked, taking his hand back right away.
“Sorry.” he replied awkwardly. I guess I would feel awkward too if I was a grown man that accidentally fell on top of a teenage boy.
“No, really. It’s okay. Maybe I liked it.” I said jokingly, and rubbed his arm. He smiled and shook his head. We continued walking and our mindless chatter about nature and music. We got back to his house. It was starting to rain outside, so we got back at a good time. Our clothes were a little damp, but we were mostly dry. I sat down in the living room and Jack branched off into the kitchen. He appeared a few minutes later of a glass filled with, what looked like, coke-a-cola.
“Drink?” he asked me, and I nodded and took the drink from him. I told him thanks as he sat down. “You know,” he started and took a drink real fast before sitting the glass down and leaning back against the couch. “I really do like the blond. It suits you.” he smiled, hitting my shoulder a little.
“Thanks.” I said back. he was sitting rather closer to me, I didn't mind again, but it was so weird how people craved contact when they lose someone, or in this case just break up. Its happened to me when Zack died. I wanted to be held and near people, but at the same time, I just wanted everyone to leave me alone. Its like what Jack was doing. He was craving that contact to help a broken heart. I wish I could be that glue to fix him, but I wanted to be a real thing, not a rebound. Maybe I didn't care, a rebound is better than nothing, for a teenager anyway.
He sat up, taking another drink. I hear the rain starting to his the window harder. “Do you want dry shirt?” he asked me. I shook my head.
“Nah, I still have yours in my room. I keep forgetting to bring it back over.” I told him.
“Oh, okay. Just keep it. I never wear it anymore anyway, but I'm gonna go change for a second.” I nodded, and he got up and walked up the stairs to his room. I'm not gonna lie to say I didn't stare at his butt the whole time. Once he left, I got an idea in my head. Probably a bad one, but I thought it was good. I got up going to his room. I walked in and sat at the edge of the bed. Jack was facing the closet just wearing boxer. Damn, he was attractive, he was so tall and skinny it was weird.
He turned around and jumped back when his eyes landed on me. “Holy shit,” he said, holding his chest. “Don't do that.” he said and laughed a little. He slid on his dry shirt and sat next to me on the bed, attempting to put on his insanely tight jeans. I kept looking at his lips. I really wanted to kiss him again. He stopped fighting with the fabric when he noticed me staring at him. “what?” he asked, looking at me confused.
Without even thinking, I placed my hand on the back of his neck and leaned in. I let my breath linger on his lips for a second before firmly pushing them together. Jack hesitated, but kissed me back almost right away. He let go of his jeans and rested his hands on my hips. My other arm found its way to his neck, keeping him close to me. With every little kiss I felt my heart explode with butterflies. I was a girl inside, yes. I lent back and pulled him on top of me, letting his jean fall back on the ground. He kept himself firmly between my legs.
If it wasn't for my phone going off, this probably would have lead somewhere else. That made me a little happy and sad. I didn't know if I was ready for anything else, but I wanted to keep kissing Jack. He pulled back, looking at me with dazed eyes and red lips. His breathing was a little heavy, but so was mine. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I looked at the text.
‘Parents coming home early.’ - Kenadie.
I sighed and Jack go off me. “Sorry.” I said to him.
“For?” he asked, giving me a weird look.
“Kissing you.” he chuckled to himself a little. Lent in and kissed my lips again.
“You should get home.” he smiled. My heart was pumping so fast, I didn't want to leave, but I knew that I had too. I got my phone and told Jack goodbye. I walked through the rain and back over to my house. My parents weren't home yet. I went straight to my room. Once the door closed, I sighed leaning back against it. My little crush on Jack wasn't getting any smaller.
So I picked up the pace a little bit. Hopefully it doesn't sound too stupid. Please let me know what you think. I love reading comments/messages.