Previously...
"Jackson honestly, it's ok. Don't beat yourself up, you couldn't have predicted that they would come." You pet his hair, "how is it always so soft?" you wondered. Looking up at you Jackson smiled. He sat up and was looking over you again. He began to lean closer, a few years still falling from his eyes. "I'm sorry." He said, and then he kissed you.

And now...
"Jackson..." you said confused. He had pulled back and was blushing furiously.
"Sorry," he muttered. He collapsed next to you, curling up facing away from you. "What was that about?" You were confused as all hell. And just, he kissed you. Ahhh. "Jackson," you repeated. He groaned and curled up even more. It was obvious how embarrassed he was. "I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself." He suddenly turned around and faced you. His face as red as a beet (people use "tomato" too often). You turned, faced him for a second, and sighed, returning your gaze to the ceiling. "I should go..." He was about to get up when you grabbed his arm and kept him down.

"First, what the hell? Second, WHAT. THE. HELL." You were as confused and as mad as you could be. Why did he kiss you? Who the hell were those assholes from earlier? WHAT IS IT WITH BOYS AND GROWLING? "I... I don't know what came over me. You were just looking so beautiful, and I didn't know how to apologize, so that's what I did..." he trailed off, looking guilty. "Who were those idiots?" At this, he grew angry. "Those assholes blame me for their getting arrested. They almost killed a kid, and I told the cops, cause that kid was my little brother, and because they almost killed a kid." Jackson explained. With each word, his anger grew, until he was nearly shaking. "And what is it with you boys and growling." Jackson laughed, a blush creeping up his face. "Us boys are... possessive, and when someone we care about (you heheheh) is in trouble, or upset, or just not happy, we get upset, and try to make you feel better." Rolling your eyes, you let his arm go. "Leave if you want to." You fell back, looking at the ceiling and thought about everything he just told you. "Then why did Joey growl?.." you thought. "You know what, I don't care." Breathing a frustrated sigh you opened your phone, pulling up youtube. You had no idea whether or not Jackson was still in the room, but right now you didn't care. You typed "Melanie Martinez Pity Party" into the search bar, and the song popped up. 

"Did my invitations disappear? Why'd I put a heart on every cursive letter?"

You mouthed along to the words, no sound escaping your throat. 

"Tell me why the hell no one is here? Tell me what to do to make it all feel better."

Jackson's voice sang along, and you sat up slowly to see him facing you, singing the words to a song you didn't' think he'd know.

"Maybe it's a cruel joke on me," you whispered. "Whatever."

"Whatever." 

Jackson sat down on the edge of your bed, still looking at you, his face full of regret and sorrow. He was truly sorry for what he'd done, and he showed it. Sighing, you opened your arms wide for a hug. He rushed to you and hugged you with every fiber of his being. He began to cry again. "Jackson, don't cry, please."

"Just means there's way more cake for me,"

"Forever."

"Forever."

(A/N): Hey! I know this is short af but I hit a slight writer's block. If you have any suggestions for the story, please please PLEASE leave them in the comments below! If I like your idea, I'll implement it, and you'll gain yourself a shoutout! Remeber though, it has to fit with the current story! NO changing the timeline!