Ever since I saw Jack standing outside looking up at the full moon hes changed, he's stuck to my side every chance he gets and is right now lacing his fingers between mine as we walk home from school, we both had missed a week and were subjected to detention for the next week and as such we now walk home in the dead of night after catching the late night carrior to this side of the city.

"want me to cook?" Jack's words cut through the silance in our night walk, I can't say I'm not happy about the closeness hes shown, I at least don't feel like I'm throwing what ever this feeling is at a wall but I can't help thinking about why he might be doing this, I always ignored it before but this past week of him caring for me and now offering to cook as we walk home the words come back to me and they hurt "I need you to love me".

"can you cook?" I can't believe this mooch who's sat his ass at the dinner table for the last month watching me cook for him and my picky brother now wants too cook for me... he wants to cook for me? Does this mean he wants me to sit on my ass and watch him? I mean hes good looking but should I allow myself to fall further for him.

"well it shouldn't be too hard to follow a recipe" his hand slipped from mine as he moved past me, turning around slightly "race you home" he said it as if asking me but his smile was saying that he could beat me in a race and I wasn't going to let that happen.

We both took off in the night running down the street like a couple of little kids, the wind blew past my ears but I could hear his laughter and mine mix together as we ran the last stretch down the road to were my home stood and I knew that no matter how hard I try, id fall for him again and again in these small moments we have amongst all the weird and chaotic days we've experienced together.

I sat on my chair in the dinning room, which as it is adjacent to the kitchen with nothing but an island bench separating the two rooms, I watch on in horror as my immaculately clean kitchen is systematically and wholly destroyed as Jack attempts to cook what ever it is that is being cooked.

Lucas walks in and I can see as his face scrunches up at the smell, what ever it is, I've adjusted but its sill there, pungent "why aren't you cooking" he asks me as he sits down next to me, giving Jack the side eye as if hes offended him.

"he offered to cook" I just sat in my own amusement as I watch him jump back and forth between the stove to the bench as he tries to cook both dinner and desert and all I feel as I watch him is a tightness in my chest that I ignore "though I don't think he's doing very well, but its nice to not be the one doing all the work"

I watched as Jack became frazzled his face was covered in smudges of sauces and mutters under his breath, I move from my chair and walk over to him, his almost perfectly messy hair now sticking out in odd places his eyes pleading as if I can magicly fix this mess hes created, I look down and see his pale perfect hands are now red and covered in small cuts as he tries to cut potatos but they just look like mush as he's tried to cut them into small amounts.

I grab his hands and hold them so that hes following my instructions, I rest my chin on his shoulder as I guide him to slowly cut the potatos into small perfect sizes and as I let go of him I thought I heard him ghasp as my touch left him. I turn around and mix the pot and see some of it has burned to the bottom so I move what I can save to a new pot and proceed to do help recover as much as I can from the disaster that Jack had created.

I felt a tug on my shirt and turn to see Jack, his face looking very messy but with the missing confidence he usually carries so now he just looks cute and I wasn't ready for it "ah Thanks" his words were soft and I resisted the urge to kiss him in that moment.

I nod at him and continue to cook "go sit down" I don't look at him but I can feel him frown at me but soon I hear a chair pull out and he sits down.

"this smells weird" Lucas starts as I place a plate in front of him, I have no clue what Jack was cooking but what I've salvaged should be edible

"eat it, Jack worked hard to make this for us" I place Jack's plate in front of him, his eyes looked deep into mine as he sat there, I gave him a small smile and he returnes it before grabbing a seat with my own plate "now lets dig in"

I take a bite and while the soup was bland and maybe a bit too salty its not so bad for someone who's never cooked before though by the looks of both Jack and Lucas they both don't like the taste "it taste good Jack, very good for your first try" they both look at me as if I had just sprouted wings.

"but it taste like shit" Lucas is the first to speak and I can see that Jack's eyes become fallen.

"none of that Lucas you're a picky eater, while it isn't perfect" I can see Jacks face fall more "it's still good and a welcomed change, I do like it" and just like that he looks back up at me hopful eyes looking right at me.

For the rest of the night we ate and talked of nothing in particular, I grilled Lucas on a message I received from his teacher about missing homework and I watched Jack eat, he didn't look to be enjoying the food but he kept at it, just as I did and the smile that appeared on his face when I finished my whole plate while he and Lucas stopped after a while was well worth the bland taste it left in my mouth.