Keep Your Friends Close And Your Enemies Closer

11.

Jack's p.o.v

My eyes flutter open, a beam of light from my window immediately shining in my face. I groan and rub my eyes groggily.

Oh god what time is it? I think to myself, reaching for my phone to check, but something stops me. Well, more like someone stops me. It took me a second to figure out why before I realize that there's two arms wrapped around my body.

What happened last night?

I remember going to Vic's party then I came back home with Alex.

ALEX!

That's right, Alex came back here to get drunk with me.

That explains my pounding head ache, and the owner of the arms that are wrapped tightly around me. Why are they wrapped around me? I mean I'm not complaining, but that doesn't seem like something Alex would do. Maybe Alex is a gay drunk? I've been told I'm a horny drunk. But to be fair I'm horny all time.

I tap Alex on his arm trying to wake him up.

No response.

I carefully shift myself to look at him. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping; like an adorable little puppy.

This is creepy isn't it? I'm literally watching him sleep. Alright I'm going to wake him up.

"Alex" I whisper yell, poking his cheek. He shifts a little but doesn't open his eyes. I try again. "Aaallleexxx" I whisper louder.

"Hmm?" he mumbles, his eyes still closed.

"Alex, wake up"

His eyes slowly open, he mumbles a few curse words under his breath when he notices the sunlight filling my room. "I'm awake, calm your tits"

I chuckle rolling my eyes at him. "Good morning to you too. Actually, I don't even know if it is morning"

"Check your phone" he replies groggily, and a little grumpy. Guess he's not a morning person, or a what ever time it is person.

"I...I can't reach it" I tell him awkwardly, he still hasn't noticed he's clinging on to me like a gay octopus.

"What do you mean you can't reach it, your phone is right beside you on your night stand?" He points out in a duh tone.

"Um...well-"

"Oh" look who finally figured it out. He retracts his arms from around me, blushing as red as a tomato. "Sorry" he mumbles.

"It's alright" I chuckle. I grab my phone, checking the time. "It's 12:14" I pause turning to face him. "Do your parents know you're here?"

"I don't talk to my parents" he says in monotone. Before I could ask him why or how he doesn't talk to the people he lives with, he hops out of my bed and walks over to my door. "I'm hungry!"

"Um, alright. I can ask my mom to make us something" I shrug, peeling off my blanket covers getting up after him.

"Coolio" he remarks.

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, Alex trailing reluctantly after me. My mom is probably still in the kitchen eating or making food since it's only a little bit after twelve. I pray that when she meets Alex she won't bombard him with questions like she does with every other boy I bring home.