14.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?” Jack said casually, still shirtless, I remind you, now sitting on his bed. The room was pretty small, like mine, and not that organized. But I mean, what do expect from teenagers?

He looked at me, smiling. “W- well...” I began, but actually had no idea what to talk about. This was a once in a lifetime chance! Why can't I think of something?! I'm ruining the moment...

It was like Jack knew I didn't really had something to say, so he made it easier for me by offering me a seat. “Why are you standing there like a statue? You can sit next to me, I promise I won't bit!” he said and flashed me with his shining white teeth.

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

This can't be happening.

No way in hell this is happening.

Is this real?

I hesitantly sit down next to him. My mind was going crazy. My whole body was burning up. We were sitting in silence. The ground was pretty interesting.

“So, I guess you didn't really had something in mind that you wanted to talk about, huh?” Jack asked me after a few moments in silence. His voice was so tender and... considerate. He wasn't angry that I held him back from taking a shower or took up his time.

I fidgeted with my fingers nervously. “N- not really, no,” I confessed. I was the worst. I didn't look at him after I sat down, but after I felt him shifting on his bed I risked a glance. I wish I didn't.

He was facing me with bright sparkling eyes and a warm smile. “Don't worry, I don't mind having a friend in my room, even if we have nothing to talk about. We can just chill,” he calmed me. It worked and I relaxed a bit. I was surprised how tense my muscles were.

“You look nervous, is something the matter?” he asked and I could hear the concern in his voice. I sighed to calm myself. “No, it's really nothing,” I said smiling and continued without thinking, “there couldn't be something wrong when you're here with me.” Jack's eyes widened, mouth slightly open.

I quickly realized my mistake and tried to cover it up, blushing, “u-uhm, I mean, not that- I don't mean that you-” I was interrupted by his chuckle. He seemed to be quite entertained by my embarrassment. “You're pretty cute when you're embarrassed, did you know?” he said boldly.

My cheeks burned up and my heart pounded against my rib cage. “Huh? n- not really...” I mumbled. He snickered at my response. I thought that maybe he was used to this. I didn't know how to feel.

He averted his eyes to look aimlessly around his room, his smile fading a bit. “So, I guess you're alone too right now?” I watched him intensely. His profile, his jawline, his eye, his lips, everything. I was so mesmerized that I even forgot to answer.

He faced me again, a faint smile on his lips. “I guess I'll take that as a yes,” he said, as his smile grew into a wide grin. I just sat there, on his bed, startled by his bright smile, dazzling me with its shininess. I was fascinated. Captivated. I felt blessed.

I smiled unconsciously. All this still felt so surreal. I let out a short laugh, grinning back with closed eyes. “I guess,” I said lightly. I forgot all my worries, every negative emotion and thought was washed away by his chuckle, his smile, his eyes, his whole being.

“So,” he suddenly began, “if you don't have something to talk about, how about we come up with something then?” he asked, still smiling brightly. I tilted my head to the side a little bit. “Do you have anything in mind?” I casually asked back. His smile turned into a smirk, “well...” he started.

I gulped.

He was still shirtless.