Jack woke up, and checked his phone, seeing it was only twelve o'clock. Something squeezed his waist a little tighter. Oliver. Luckily, he snored, and went back to sleep. But, no matter how much Jack tried, he couldn't. He was wide awake. And he couldn't go anywhere with his boyfriend still holding onto him. So, he stayed there, staring at the wall, letting his thoughts run wild. Why did his parents hate him? Had he done something to upset them? Why did Alex beat him up? Was he just a punching bag to the guy? Something to break? And what did everyone fuss over him for? Being the youngest? Being picked on? Being abandoned, basically, by the two people who were supposed to be his parents? How many people actually cared for him? Did anyone even care? He noticed the sun had risen, and when he checked his phone again, he saw it was ten in the morning. Had he really been up for that long? And which of his friends would kill him for it first? "You up?" Oliver asked, and Jack laid down to face him, smiling. Those eyes....they were so pretty. He could get lost in them and never come back. "What's it look like?" Jack asked, playfully. Oliver smirked. "Then get ready. I want to take you somewhere, if you'll let me." Jack nodded, and went to get up, but the other boy didn't let go. "Do you want me to get ready or not?" He asked. "But....your so warm." Jack pried his hands off. "We'll cuddle later."
He threw on a black hoodie, some matching jeans, and black boots. He cleaned his teeth, and put some deodorant on, but left his hair alone. He liked it better nappy, and it seemed, Oliver did, too.