Stay (7/?)
Title:Stay
Author: graciepoox0
Pairing:Jalex
Rating:R
POV:Jack
Summary:And I'll be here in the morning if you say 'stay'.
Disclaimer:I don't own anything, title and summary belong to Safteysuit.
Notes: at the end
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12 PM
I stayed in the hospital for two more days, doctors regulary checking up on me to make sure I was ready to go home. I was nervous, to say the least. I rarely remembered what my old life was like before my accident, and I could barely talk, so how I was going to function through school was beyond me. But, I was glad Alex had agreed to be there for me.
I didn't remember much about the boy, only knew basics-his name, age, parent's names. But nothing in depth, like what his favorite color was, if he was a righty or lefty, if he liked syrup on his pancakes, or if he even liked pancakes at all. I watched as the older boy paced across the room, sighing heavily as a hand ran idlessly through his caramel colored hair. His body language told me he was nervous, and I guess he had every reason to be. I would be pretty nervous too if I were in his situation..Having an injured boyfriend, who was going home for the first time in a while. Boyfriend. It seemed so weird to me. What did it mean, exactly? Did it mean holding hands (that's all we've done so far) or did it mean other stuff too? I was confused when Alex first mentioned the word, but for some reason I didn't bother to ask what the title really meant. I guess I would be finding out in time, or remembering really.
There was a slight knock on the wooden door, before Dr. Acer popped his head around the corner. "Jack, may I come in?" I nodded my head slowly, sitting myself up in my bed. "How ya feeling?" The older man asked, standing besides me.
"O-okay I gu-guess." I was feeling a little better, but I still had a headache the size of fucking Alaska, and I got dizzy everytime I moved. Really, I didn't know why I was leaving the hospital so early (or why I was even there in the first place for that matter), I still felt like shit, but the doctors said there was nothing more they could do for me. I sighed, motioning my eyes over to Alex. He was still pacing the room, muttering things under his breath.
Dr. Acer pulled my attention away from the older boy, as he rested his hand on my shoulder. "That's good. Listen Jack, we're gonna let you out of here within the half hour. Alex over here," he turned to face the boy before turning back to me, "will take you home. If you need anything, he has my number, alright?"
I nodded my head, stuttering out a thank you as the doctor returned out the door. Once there were only two of us in the room again, I sat forward on my bed, swinging my skinny legs over the side. "A-Alex?"
"Yeah Jack?" He was annoyed, I could tell.
"W-w-will y-you st-stop pac-pacing pl-please? Y-you're m-m-making me ner-nervous.." My eyes fell to the floor, glancing over to him every now and then.
A sigh escaped Alex's lips, his feet gliding towards me slowly. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm just... well, I'm nervous, and angry, and I don't know. I just want you to be safe." By this time, he was sitting down besides me, arm slug across my back as his fingers hooked around my hip. I ignored the pain that shot through my body, because for the first time since I've been stuck in this bed, I was actually able to sit next to Alex. Feel his touch, smell his scent. He was just as beautiful up close as he was far away. My stomach jittered when his thumb trailed across a patch of bare skin underneath my shirt, causing me to lean into the older boy's body. A smile flashed across his face, as he nuged his nose into my hair. "Jack, promise me when we do get home, we can have some alone time? There's so much we need to talk about, ya know?"
I nodded my head sheepishly, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I-I pr-promise."
2 PM
After watching Home Alone about four and a half times, I'm starting to remember why its my favorite movie. My sides hurt from laughing too much, plus the extra weight pressed against my small torso wasn't helping the pain much, but I didn't mind having Alex's body spread out over mine. Eventually, I had to push him off, because really, the pain was a little too much. "Sorry.." He muttered, crawling over to sit on the other side of the sofa.
"It-it's n-not you." I sighed, sitting up so I was closer to him. I pulled the fabric of my shirt up, revealing my pale stomach. A patch of green and purple bruises cascaded down my ribs, a gasp coming from the right of me.
"Fuck, Jack.." Alex's fingers reached for my side, brushing lightly against the different shades of colors. I winced at the pain, biting down on my lower lip as my eyes glanced to the older boy. "Jack," Alex stated a few minutes after, finally breaking his gaze away from my torso. "I promise you, who ever fucking did this, will regret it. And I will never, ever hurt you like this."
"A-Alex? H-how d-d-did I-I end u-up in th-the hos-hospital?"
"Do you really want me to tell you?" He seemed hesitant, even after recieving a nod in return. "Well... you ran away, Jack. You didn't tell anyone where you were going, or didn't tell us why. You just, left. I was fucking worried sick about you, Jack. You told me not to look for you, and even though I had no clue where you were, I went against your word. I knew you wouldn't go far, and really the only place I would think about looking was downtown. And sure enough, there you were, walking down the street. I saw you, and I ran. I ran after you, and you ran from me. I lost you eventually, but, I didn't give up. Rian and Zack were with me, they said they didn't see you at all, but I knew it was you.After we left, I came back. I kept looking for you, and eventually..I found you. Lying in the alley way, blood flowing from your head...I don't know what happened, but...You were on the verge of dying, Jack. I couldn't lose you. I'd rather be dead then to lose you." Alex sighed, his hand reaching for mine.
"I-I don't und-und-understand. Wh-who did it?" I croaked out, eyes locked on the table in front of the couch.
"I don't know Jack.. I don't know. I was hoping maybe you would remember, maybe in time. And when you do, that piece of shit will be in jail. Because no one Jack, no one deserves to be in this position. Especially you. You deserve the world, Jack." Alex's thumb glided across my hand, a force squeezing against it.
"I-I l-love y-you, Alex." I was shocked the three words escaped my lips, but when they did, they felt right.
"I love you too, Jack." The older boy smiled, leaning in until our noses touched. "So fucking much." Alex leaned in a bit closer, until finally, our lips met. They molded and worked against each other in a soft kiss, and in that moment, everything felt right.
Author's Note:I don't know what's going on with this chapter. I like it, but I don't. So uh, yeah. Thanks for all the comments on the previous chapters (:
Author: graciepoox0
Pairing:Jalex
Rating:R
POV:Jack
Summary:And I'll be here in the morning if you say 'stay'.
Disclaimer:I don't own anything, title and summary belong to Safteysuit.
Notes: at the end
Tumblr
Masterpost
12 PM
I stayed in the hospital for two more days, doctors regulary checking up on me to make sure I was ready to go home. I was nervous, to say the least. I rarely remembered what my old life was like before my accident, and I could barely talk, so how I was going to function through school was beyond me. But, I was glad Alex had agreed to be there for me.
I didn't remember much about the boy, only knew basics-his name, age, parent's names. But nothing in depth, like what his favorite color was, if he was a righty or lefty, if he liked syrup on his pancakes, or if he even liked pancakes at all. I watched as the older boy paced across the room, sighing heavily as a hand ran idlessly through his caramel colored hair. His body language told me he was nervous, and I guess he had every reason to be. I would be pretty nervous too if I were in his situation..Having an injured boyfriend, who was going home for the first time in a while. Boyfriend. It seemed so weird to me. What did it mean, exactly? Did it mean holding hands (that's all we've done so far) or did it mean other stuff too? I was confused when Alex first mentioned the word, but for some reason I didn't bother to ask what the title really meant. I guess I would be finding out in time, or remembering really.
There was a slight knock on the wooden door, before Dr. Acer popped his head around the corner. "Jack, may I come in?" I nodded my head slowly, sitting myself up in my bed. "How ya feeling?" The older man asked, standing besides me.
"O-okay I gu-guess." I was feeling a little better, but I still had a headache the size of fucking Alaska, and I got dizzy everytime I moved. Really, I didn't know why I was leaving the hospital so early (or why I was even there in the first place for that matter), I still felt like shit, but the doctors said there was nothing more they could do for me. I sighed, motioning my eyes over to Alex. He was still pacing the room, muttering things under his breath.
Dr. Acer pulled my attention away from the older boy, as he rested his hand on my shoulder. "That's good. Listen Jack, we're gonna let you out of here within the half hour. Alex over here," he turned to face the boy before turning back to me, "will take you home. If you need anything, he has my number, alright?"
I nodded my head, stuttering out a thank you as the doctor returned out the door. Once there were only two of us in the room again, I sat forward on my bed, swinging my skinny legs over the side. "A-Alex?"
"Yeah Jack?" He was annoyed, I could tell.
"W-w-will y-you st-stop pac-pacing pl-please? Y-you're m-m-making me ner-nervous.." My eyes fell to the floor, glancing over to him every now and then.
A sigh escaped Alex's lips, his feet gliding towards me slowly. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm just... well, I'm nervous, and angry, and I don't know. I just want you to be safe." By this time, he was sitting down besides me, arm slug across my back as his fingers hooked around my hip. I ignored the pain that shot through my body, because for the first time since I've been stuck in this bed, I was actually able to sit next to Alex. Feel his touch, smell his scent. He was just as beautiful up close as he was far away. My stomach jittered when his thumb trailed across a patch of bare skin underneath my shirt, causing me to lean into the older boy's body. A smile flashed across his face, as he nuged his nose into my hair. "Jack, promise me when we do get home, we can have some alone time? There's so much we need to talk about, ya know?"
I nodded my head sheepishly, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I-I pr-promise."
2 PM
After watching Home Alone about four and a half times, I'm starting to remember why its my favorite movie. My sides hurt from laughing too much, plus the extra weight pressed against my small torso wasn't helping the pain much, but I didn't mind having Alex's body spread out over mine. Eventually, I had to push him off, because really, the pain was a little too much. "Sorry.." He muttered, crawling over to sit on the other side of the sofa.
"It-it's n-not you." I sighed, sitting up so I was closer to him. I pulled the fabric of my shirt up, revealing my pale stomach. A patch of green and purple bruises cascaded down my ribs, a gasp coming from the right of me.
"Fuck, Jack.." Alex's fingers reached for my side, brushing lightly against the different shades of colors. I winced at the pain, biting down on my lower lip as my eyes glanced to the older boy. "Jack," Alex stated a few minutes after, finally breaking his gaze away from my torso. "I promise you, who ever fucking did this, will regret it. And I will never, ever hurt you like this."
"A-Alex? H-how d-d-did I-I end u-up in th-the hos-hospital?"
"Do you really want me to tell you?" He seemed hesitant, even after recieving a nod in return. "Well... you ran away, Jack. You didn't tell anyone where you were going, or didn't tell us why. You just, left. I was fucking worried sick about you, Jack. You told me not to look for you, and even though I had no clue where you were, I went against your word. I knew you wouldn't go far, and really the only place I would think about looking was downtown. And sure enough, there you were, walking down the street. I saw you, and I ran. I ran after you, and you ran from me. I lost you eventually, but, I didn't give up. Rian and Zack were with me, they said they didn't see you at all, but I knew it was you.After we left, I came back. I kept looking for you, and eventually..I found you. Lying in the alley way, blood flowing from your head...I don't know what happened, but...You were on the verge of dying, Jack. I couldn't lose you. I'd rather be dead then to lose you." Alex sighed, his hand reaching for mine.
"I-I don't und-und-understand. Wh-who did it?" I croaked out, eyes locked on the table in front of the couch.
"I don't know Jack.. I don't know. I was hoping maybe you would remember, maybe in time. And when you do, that piece of shit will be in jail. Because no one Jack, no one deserves to be in this position. Especially you. You deserve the world, Jack." Alex's thumb glided across my hand, a force squeezing against it.
"I-I l-love y-you, Alex." I was shocked the three words escaped my lips, but when they did, they felt right.
"I love you too, Jack." The older boy smiled, leaning in until our noses touched. "So fucking much." Alex leaned in a bit closer, until finally, our lips met. They molded and worked against each other in a soft kiss, and in that moment, everything felt right.
Author's Note:I don't know what's going on with this chapter. I like it, but I don't. So uh, yeah. Thanks for all the comments on the previous chapters (: