ch; 2

                                    

                                          
tw- self harm
                          
jack sat in a fort he assembled a while ago, waiting for finn to show up. he felt like it's been decades since he left. his stomach grumbled, and his mouth watered thinking about what he ate earlier. it was different than the chips and sweets he usually stole and ate. he ran his hand through his messy, dirty hair and sighed, the feeling of loneliness once again coming back. he saw the sun start setting, realizing finn would never come back for him. maybe he thought he was an ugly freak. his heart wrenched at the thought of that. 
                          
as his horrible thoughts came in, he heard leaves crunching, someone walking toward him. he looked up and saw the familiar pale, curly haired boy. finn. he cracked a smile at him and glanced at the pack he was carrying.
                          
"f-food?" jack said
                          
finn nodded, handing him a water bottle and the pack of food. it was mcdonalds. he hasn't ate mcdonalds in a long time, he was quite excited. there was french fries, 2 mcdoubles and a 10 piece chicken nugget with sauce.
                          
"that was supposed to be my dinner..but i'll be fine without it. i just made myself a sandwich instead." finn rambled. jack just nodded and dug into his food, finn sat next to him watching as he gobbled down the food.
                          
jack glanced at finn and smiled with a mouthful of food. finn smiled back, but watched as jacks eyes wondered to his arms, examining the little slits and white marks. he shifted uncomfortably in his spot, and watched jacks small hands grab his arm, letting his fingers go over the slits. finn cringed at the feeling of skin touching his marks.
                          
"did you do this?" he asked, making finns anxiety worse than it was. but he just nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact.
                          
"but..why?" jack stammered
                          
"i.." finn couldn't finish talking. he didn't know why. he didn't know anything. he just stared into jacks eyes, his own filling up with tears. jack looked at finn with sympathy. he never knew how to comfort people, so he just put his hand on the taller boys back and traced random shapes with his fingers. finn seemed to be at ease when he touched him, the tears going away. 
                          
"are you okay now bubba?"
                          
"bubba?" finn was confused. jack just nodded.
                          
"i like calling people that. special people."
                          
finn blushes deeply, smiling slightly.
                          
"i'm okay now. thank you. it means a lot to me." 
                          
jack smiled brightly at him, finn staring deep into the small boys dark brown eyes. it was like melted chocolate. his curly brown hair, tan skin, the way his freckles were placed to perfection. meanwhile jack was also examining finn, his soft pale skin, the way his curls were perfectly placed. he wanted so bad to play with his hair, but that'd be weird. he looked at how plump finns lips were, as chapped as they were they looked kissable.
                          
their moment was interrupted by finns phone, he exchanged a few words with the person on the other line.
                          
"i-i'm sorry jack but i have to leave."
                          
"no..no please no. don't leave me alone in the dark please." he practically begged. he absolutely hated the dark, especially being alone in it in these woods.
                          
finn thought for a moment.
                          
"come with me to my house. i can wash you up..and-and give you new clothes, and feed you and you'll have somewhere to sleep."
                          
jack was shocked, but flattered and excited. he nodded, smiling from ear to ear. finn was smiling too. 
                          
as they walked back to finns place, they had small talk.
                          
"wait, so how does it feel being alone out there? in the woods?"
                          
"it's like..hell. everyday i wanted to give up. just repeatedly crack my skull on a tree. no one would find my body anyways." maybe jack went a little too deep with his feelings.
                          
"wow..thats like torture."
                          
"it is."
                          
"it's not anymore. you're with me."
                          
jack smiled at the words, as they arrived to finns house. 
                          
"my dad just went to bed, we are safe to go in"
                          
finn unlocked the door, the two boys tip-toeing up the stairs. jack looked around finns room in awe, mouth agape. finn smirked.
                          
"it's nice isn't it?"
                          
"yeah..really nice." he grinned, finn immediately admiring the boys smile.
                          
jack sat on finns bed, his body immediately collapsing on the soft mattress, his small body sinking into it. it was way better than the sheet he was sleeping on in the woods. finn sat next to him, the small boy curling up to finns side. a deep blush spread into the pale boys skin, so he just slowly scooted away and laid down, letting jack curl up to his lanky legs. finn switched his light off, pulling the blanket up to both of them.
                          
"goodnight, jack." he whispered, listening to the small boys soft snores.