Snowing Plastic

First fic, Kelly did the great editing cause I'm a fucking noob at it, thanks Kelly <333

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He could hear his fast breaths, one at a time. It seemed like he was having a nightmare.

"No please don't," the sleeping boy mumbled. The burglar couldn't do anything but put the knife down, putting it on the table next to the bed. The boy woke up, and looked at the burglar, thinking he was still dreaming. He yawned and rubbed his eyes; it was pretty dark but he still saw a moving figure. He finally realized that he wasn't asleep anymore and jumped from his bed, turning on the lights.

"Who the fuck are you?!" was the first & last thing Jack said before he started screaming. The other boy quickly placing his hand over Jack's mouth to shut him up.

"I'm not going to hurt you, okay? Just shut up so I can tell you why I'm here," the boy muttered, his voice low. Jack nodded, so the other removed his now sweaty palm from his mouth.

"Who are you and why are you here?"
"My name is Alex, and I'm here to.. well... uh.. I was supposed to-"
"What? I think I should call the cops," as soon as Jack picked up the phone and started dialling the first number, Alex started crying. Jack felt bad for him and put the phone down.

"Why are you crying?"
"JACK! what's going on there? I heard a scream," a voice called from downstairs. Jacks mother.


"Hide," Alex was confused, he didn't know why Jack was defending him, considering he needed to kill him, but he hid under the bed anyway.

"Jack why are you up so late?," Jacks' mother asked. Jack noticed the knife on his table, he quickly grabbed it and threw it under the bed, seeming to forget Alex was there. An "OW!" was heard, seconds later, from under the bed and Jack quickly remembered.

"Achoo!" Jack pretended to sneeze so his mother wouldn't suspect anything.

"Um, bless you. Now go to bed," her expression was suspicious, but she left anyway, closing the door.

"Phew" Jack gasped, wiping away the beads of sweat that had formed on his forhead, with the back of his hand.

"I think I'm bleeding," Jack helped Alex up as he spoke, and checked if he was really bleeding.

"That's it? A cut?" Jack seemed to have been - well, disappointed.

"Yeah but it hurts-"
"Can you just tell me who you are already and what did you want here?," Jack was getting angry and a little impatient, yet excited for some odd reason.

"Well, I - don't get mad or anything - I have been sent to rob your house-"
"What the fuck?"
"- and kill you.
"

Jack was terribly shocked, walking around in circles, mumbling words he couldn't understand himself.

"I'm just asking you to chill, okay? I didn't kill you," Alex reassured, in failed attempts to calm Jack.

"Well you could have"
"But I didn't, okay?"
"No not okay, there's a cute boy in my room who just hid under the bed from my mother,
tried to rob my house, kill me WHILE I'M SLEEPING in my fucking boxers.
"
"I'm really sorry, I just- did you just call me cute?," Alex asked, slightly shocked. Jack stopped walking.

"I did? it doesn't matter anyway! I'll call the cops!," Jack quickly saved himself. Alex walked closer, and leaned over, but Jack moved away. An awkward silence lingered as they each shared some equally awkward glances.

'Maybe he likes me.. and that's why he didn't kill me? oh god what am I thinking?,' Jack thought.

"So, why exactly did you need to kill me?," Alex sighed at Jack's question and proceeded to tell the story: In breif, he lived with a gang and needed to rob people to sell their things. He started shaking.

"And, why the killing?" Jack asked with confusion.

"Well - technically I didn't need to kill you. I thought you were awake," Jack felt some sort of odd relief, but still a pang of fear that Alex even considered killing him in the first place.


"So what now?," Jack asked, strangely he didn't want this to end. He hadn't been so excited or scared since halloween from when he was 5.

"If I go, will you call the cops?"
"Don't go," Jack pleaded, walking over to Alex and holding him in a warm, rather friendly embrace. It was slightly strange, since Alex was going to kill him, but he was too tired to realise the awkwardness of it since it was 4:20am. It was slightly awkward in a way, but after a few seconds, it was almost natural. Alex's hands weaved their way down Jack's back, moving slowly to his boxers. The door suddenly swung open, Jack's dad standing in the doorway.

"Oh God Jack! You should've told me," Jack's dad gasped, covering his eyes. Jack and Alex stopped hugging, and Jack hung his head in shame. Jack's dad was mad, maybe it was because some random guy was holding Jack's ass WHILE JACK'S IN HIS BOEXERS? Just maybe.

"Dad, it is most definitely not what it looks like-"
"It's okay son, just stay safe," Jack's dad was more than disappointed when he left.

"Oh my god.. I am so screwed.
"
"I'm so sorry"
"Well, you should be," but Jack didn't mean that, he really wanted Alex to continue what he was doing. Alex went to sit on Jack's bed, they were both very confused, yet Jack had a small smile on his face.

"Dude, this is so weird - I just met you, and the circumstances weren't that great - I like you," Alex started smiling too, Jack sat next to Alex and held his hand. He got closer and closer, but Alex moved away.

"I have to go," Alex quickly stated, letting go of Jack's hand and getting up.

Jack was in a bizzare situation, some guy broke into his house, nearly killed him, felt up his ass and now he 'has to go'?

Jack layed down, and started drawing circles in his sheets with his fingertips.

"Well then, I guess I'll have to call the cops" said Jack in a weirdly seductive voice.

"Do you really want to have sex with me so badly?"
"Indeed I do," Jack started smiling deviously, as if he'd congured up the most amazing thing to do with a guy.

"Listen, can we do this another time? Please?"
"Well, where are you going to sleep?" Jack asked, getting up, walking slowly towards Alex
"I don't know yet - can I use your floor?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Jack winked. Jack took out some pillows and sheets, and set Alex a small bed on the floor.


In the morning, when Jack woke up he saw that Alex has already left. Nothing was gone, but a note was on the table.

"Jack, I promise I'll visit you sometime,
summer isn't over yet," Jack saw it coming, so he wasn't that surprised.