Zoey's Point of View.

We walked out of the restroom after Jack helped me out with my coat. After asking him why he was a little wet when I hugged him, he told me he ran under the rain for five blocks before getting to me. I couldn't stay mad at him. Yeah I hoped he would've told me something about it sooner but I get why he did it. No one has ever done something like that for me. And right now I needed comfort. After hearing what my parents had to say, I think being with someone who already knows what happened would be a lot easier than someone who didn't. Like that I wouldn't have to relive the moment as I explained what it was that was bothering me.

Jack held my hand the whole time. We even had to leave there hiding our faces as we passed the hostess because apparently he broke some rules and couldn't get caught. Like I said before, I couldn't stay mad at him. He was there for me in the end.

It was a cold night, my legs already started filling up with goosebumps as a cool breeze passed right through us.

"Where is he?" Jack called out, letting go of my hand as he dug into his back pockets to fish out his phone. I was about to ask him who he came with before I saw him move his phone over to his ear.

We heard a loud honking noise the next moment. Turning around, I saw the familiar black vehicle approach the empty slot in front of us. It came to a gentle stop before we watched it park and the door on the other side of it slam close. Johnson appeared walking around the front side of the car with the keys in his hand.

I was actually pretty surprised to see he was the one with Jack. He couldn't stand him for what he did. I guess they resolved it now and I'm happy for them. Especially Johnson who felt like it was all his fault.

"Did you just get out of traffic jam?" Jack asked Johnson as he walked up the small step of concrete.

"Yeah, they just cleared it out." He threw Jack the keys which he caught with absolutly no problem. "Everything is back to normal again."

I watched Johnson dig his hands into the front pockets of his jacket. I guess he noticed I was staring at me because he caught me doing so and turned back to Jack. "I see you made it on time."

Jack shook his head as if he didn't want him to say anything.

"It's okay." I nodded my head, hugging my coat closer to my body as I looked back at Jack. A small smile curved into the ends of my lips, cheeks feeling hot again as I thought of the way I kissed him. "He made it, and that's all that matters.."

A warm feeling seemed to dwell up inside him. A small dip to his head was all I received before I noticed him look back up at Johnson.

"We should get going." Jack nodded, walking up to me. I felt his hand come up to my lower back, guiding us over to his car.

The passenger door was opened but I didn't go in yet, something else catching my attention.

"You're not coming?" I heard Jack's voice ask to Johnson.

When I turned around he was still there, standing tall with both hands in his pockets.

"That's okay." He smiled, giving us a small shake to the head and a smile.

"How are you going to get home?" Jack asked growing concerned.

"Relax, Bro." He chuckled. "I'll get a cab." There was another moment of silence between them. Jack debating whether he should believe him and the other Jack telling him that it was okay.

"Go." Johnson waved his hand in dismissal. "I'll be fine." He assured. "Go do whatchu gotta do."

Jack gave him an understanding look, turning back at me to finish letting me in his car. I pulled out before I actually took a seat, moving past Jack to run up to the other Jack. He looked confused as my pace started increasing towards him. Not saying a word, I just latched my arms around him.

It was because of him Jack is here. And I know they've had there differences before and I'm just glad they're working on getting that out of the way now. I can see by the way they've been talking to each other... They were actually talking to each other. That's great news for them, friendship is everything now and I've seen first hand how these guys are about that stuff. They're basically brothers.

I felt him hug me back, slowing inhaling before releasing it again over my shoulder.

"He really likes you, Zoey." He whispered over my shoulder. "Don't let a little mistake change the way you feel about him too."

I nodded my head during our hug. He has no idea what that means to me. I'm not mad.. How could I when after all this time he was just looking out for me.

"Thank you." I whispered, a small smile curving into my lips as I did so.

I felt him give me one last squeeze before releasing. I smiled in dismissal as I walked away, turing back around to see Jack smiling back at us. My body was taken under his wing one last time before he escorted me back into the car.

I sat quietly in my seat as I looked back out the window. What seemed to be Jack thanking Johnson in a handshake made me smile. At least some good came out of tonight.. A reunited friendship.

-

The car ride back to Ash's house was quiet. I didn't know if I should speak, if so, what would I speak of? All that I was thinking about was what my parents told me. My father cheating on my mother like that, her taking him back. And my brother..

What could he be like? Could he look like me? Is he nice? Is he living okay? Is he happy? Does he know about our father? Does he know about me?

All these questions filled my head, keeping me busy to think about them during the way.

"You okay there?" I heard a voice snap me back out to reality.

I looked to my left, watching the guy behind the wheel smile softly in a comforting manner.

"Should I?" I asked looking back out in front of me.

There was dead silence again. Probably wasn't the best thing to say. he was just trying to get my mind out the situation.

"I'm sorry." I quickly apologized.

"You don't have to apologize?" He glanced back at me before looking back out in front of him to the road. "I get it."

I let a long sigh fall from my mouth as I closed my eyes. I had to take off my heals when we got in the car but I still felt a sharp pain from standing up to argue with my parents in the middle of the place.

Taking a step back with things, I recalled what it was that Jack was trying to do. So maybe I should bring that back again.

"So.. You and Johnson.." I continued, changing subjects. "Are you guys friends again?"

I looked back just in time to see Jack glance at me. A small smile curving in his lips as he looked back at the road. He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we're starting to.."

"That's great to hear." I smiled.

He looked back at me, smiling like there was no room in his face. "Why is that?"

"Because." I sighed looking out in front of me. "Friends are everything. I'm glad you and Johnson worked this out."

"What about you?" He asked, glancing at me before making a right turn. "No offense or anything but we guys don't count as your BFF's." He chuckled. "I'm talking about girl friends?"

My mouth opened to say a name but he was quick to stop me once again.

"And don't say Sarah." He shook his head. "She doesn't count either."

Well, I was caught on there.

Great, tonight I learned my parents are cheaters and liars, I have a half brother somewhere in the world, and I have no other friends than the band that practices under my cousin's basement.

"Shawn told me about those girls at the university." He glanced back at me. "Why don't you hang out with them?"

"Oh, trying to get rid of me already?" I joked with him.

"Just want to see you happy." His jaw tensed, turning another corner.

I admired his features for another second before recalling what he wanted me to answer. Laying back against the leather seating, I sighed. "That's very nice of you, really." I paused. "But those girls can barely stand me.. I can't stand them." I correctly.

"I couldn't stand you when we met either." He laughed. "Now look at us."

He really got me thinking after he said that. Don't get me wrong, I try to start off with the right foot with people just with them.. Well, Felicity Clark.. I didn't. Maybe I can change that. I'm tired of losing people and so far, these girls are the closest thing I have to a friendship elsewhere. Jack was right. I'm going to fix this, starting with making an amazing painting.

"Uh-oh." Jack came to a gentle stop in the street that was in front of Ashton's street. We caught him walking up the driveway with a girl I'm guessing he picked up. Ash doesn't do girlfriends, nonetheless commitment. All he has is flings and apparently I'm surprised with how many girls out there are up for that.

"I don't think you'd want to be there tonight."

"Great. Everything is going perfect!" I sassed with myself.

All I wanted to do was get home and lay in my bed. But no, I guess that's impossible for me!

"Hey," I felt Jack's hand come up to my thigh. The new touch shocked me for a second but felt nice afterwards. "You can always go back to my place." He offered.

"Will Sam be there with his lady friend?" I joked.

"Doubt it." He chuckled. "Sunday is his resting day?"

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Looking back up at him after a moment I noticed there was no other person I'd want to be with right now than him.

"I'd love that." I nodded with a small smile.

-

My hand was gripped tightly in Jack's hand as he tugged me up the steps to his house. Once we were in, he didn't waste time in removing the jacket off my body before hangig it up. The warmth of Jack's touch could be felt on my lower back as a large hand guided me along the hallway to a door that I knew was his bedroom. My mind flashed through the images of what happened last time I was here.

I heard the door close before Jack came up behind me, my body slightly jumped as he did so. I was nervous and clearly it was obvious.

"You're going to be okay here." He spoke. Looking at him, I saw him change directions into walking to his drawers. "I'm going to wash up before going to bed." He informed, talking as he ran his had through his clothes. I watched him pull some out. What I thought was going to be for him was soon handed back to me. "You should too."

Slowly, I reached an arm out to take them. He went back down to grab another set in which I suspected was for him.

"You can take my bathroom." He offered. "I'll use the one in the hallway."

Jack closed the drawer after he retrieved his objects, looking back at me after he did so. It was almost as if he wanted to know to know if I needed something else. Little did he know I wasn't paying attention to any of that. After everything he's been through tonight for me.. It just felt good to know someone else cares. Like I mentioned before, I'm not used to these kinds of stuff.. I had to say something.

"Thank you." He knew exactly what I ment by that.

Jack gave me a small nod to the head. Lips curving to a sweet and small smile. "I'm just glad you know the truth." His husky voice sounded. "It sucks.. But it's better not having to hide it from you."

My cheeks flushed with heat, trying my best to hide it from him. He was a smart guy, noticing my actions before quietly laughing to himself. Jack walked out the next second.

I took a moment to myself once I was alone, recalling everything from tonight. Though it still seemed impossible my parents were capable of keeping something that big away from me was absurd. My own parents. And now there's another family in the picture. Who knows how on earth they are.

Shaking away my thoughts, I released a huge gasp of air before walking into Jack's bathroom. The lights were turned on, clothes dropping on top of the sink before I went over to the shower. I turned on the faucet, letting it fall before I reached away and started stripping off my own clothes. I opened the shower curtain, letting my toe dab on the water. I was quick to draw away, the heat becoming too much for me. I turned it again to be a little more cooler, after all, I needed to cool down not drown in my sorrow beneath the hot water. Once the water was just right for my touch, I stepped in entirely.

My shower was quick. The only thing I wanted right now was to get into bed, forget at least for the night nothing happened. Draw myself away from all the lying and just.. Breathe.

I changed into Jack's clothes. It was a pair of his clean boxers, small grey joggers I was sure didn't fit him anymore and a black t-shirt. Once I was ready, I walked out releasing my hair from the messy bun it was in. Jack's shirt felt huge on me but also comfortable. It fell further down than any shirt I've ever worn. It even smelled like his cologne, strong yet a sweet smell of man.

The room was silent. I'm suspecting Jack still wasn't done with his shower. I thought about texting Ashton, telling him I'm okay. But recalling what was happening before, a text message from me is the least thing he'd want right now. He'll be busy until the morning. I'll text him then.

I started walking around the room, noticing a guitar in one corner that always catches my attention but always forget to ask about. Looking at it quietly made me realize it wasn't so quiet anymore.

My eyebrows furrowed. The sounds becoming more clear as I focused more on it. It was sounds from a television, someone else was here and I had a pretty good idea on who it could be.

I creaked the bedroom's door open. The hallway bathroom was right in between both rooms, sounds from the water still running could be heard. I closed the door behind me with cautious, feet stepping into the cold tile floor. I walked down the dark hallway, coming to a stop once it ended to look into the living room. Yeah, it was definitely voices from the TV, and a body resting in the couch in front of it watching the show.

He looked really into it. It was strange seeing him like this since the other times I've seen him it was at the most awkward moment possible. Well, for me, Sam didn't seem to mind. Oh, but there was also that first time I met him. We had a nice chat.

"The Walking Dead, Huh?" I smiled, startling Sam to quick drive his attention back over to me.

"Jesus, you scared me!" He exclaimed, flashing me a small smile afterwards.

"Sorry." I chuckled, walking up to the couch he was sitting in with my arms crossed. "May I?"

Sam nodded, immediately moving some pillows out of the way and fixing himself up too so I can take a seat. There was an awkward silence going on between us and I wasn't sure if I should speak or not tending that he was really into the show. But he proved me wrong.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

Now that he mentions it, I was pretty cold. This house is always 20 degrees colder that average temperature. I guess they like it like this because neither of them seem to mind.

I gave him a small nod. The next moment he reached over in his other side to grab a grey blanket. I thanked him afterwards and covered myself up, bringing my legs up close to my chest. We remained watching the show for a couple other seconds before he spoke again.

"I'm not surprised to see you again." He smiled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, Jack is one of those.. One girl, one night type of guys. No repeats."

What Sam said made me think about all the girls he's been with it. Judging by the way he said it, there must be quite a lot.

"But then you came that day to see him and you thought Alexa with him and noticed something was up.. He was terrified."

I looked back at him as he started speaking. His eyes also leaving the screen to look at me too.

"He's crazy about you, Zoey." He raised his eyebrows, smiling before shaking his head. "And I wouldn't blame him either." He chuckled, turning back to look at the screen.

I remained thinking to myself after he said that. Thinking about that day after the party in the Espinosa mansion. He really did look worried and now it's all making scene again.

"Has Jack ever been in a relationship?" I asked scooting closer to where Sam was sitting.

He looked back over to me with curious eyes, smiling at the way I seemed so interested in the subject. "I don't think we should be talking about that." He shook his head.

"Please." I begged.

I know it wasn't in his place to be speaking any of this to me but he left me hanging. After everything that has happened tonight, I think I actually found something to keep my mind away from it. Even if it is for just a minute or two. At this point.. Anything counts for something.

My eyes remained concentrated on Sam's as he sighed. "Fine." He fixed himself in his seat to look straight back at me. "But you never heard this from me." He warned and I nodded.

"This conversation never even existed."

Sam rested his head on the backboard of the couch before fluttering his eyes closed. "Yeah.. Jack's been in other relationships before. But none that had their perfect endings."

"But there was this one girl." He pointed back out with his finger. "Her name was Adriana." He paused. "He was in--"

"What are we talking about?" Another voice stepped in. We turned our heads over the couch to look in the hallway where Jack was standing at. He was shirtless, just a pair of joggers hanging loosely below his waist. He was absolutely breath taking.

"Just the show, Jack." Sam covered. "Wanna join?" He patted the other empty spot besides him.

Jack's face didn't look too enthused. Turning his head back over to me where he ignored Sam's offer.

"Zoey.. Can we talk?" He asked.

Looking back at Sam, he nodded his head, giving me the chance to go. I removed the blanket before standing up. Dismissing myself from Sam's company, I walked back over to Jack. he led us back over to his bedroom, closing the bedroom door behind him.

I was about to ask what it was he wanted to talk about but he beat me to it.

"Don't get so close to him." Jack walked around his room.

"What do you mean? We were just talking?" I questioned him.

"Just.." He turned back around, not looking at me before sighing. "Don't."

There was a long period of silence between us. In that time it got me thinking about what Sam was telling me. He couldn't finish and left me hooked. If this was an ordinary day, I wouldn't have said anything. But after what happened tonight, anything would be good to take my mind off things.

"Who's Adriana?" I spilled out of no where. This caught Jack's attention and he was left shunned, body fully turning back to look at me.

"Sam." He breathed out to himself, shaking his head. Looking back up I saw his jaw begin to tense. I swear from the looks of it he was pissed by the way he started storming out towards his door. I didn't mean to get him like this but taking it out on Sam wasn't going to do anything.

"Jack!" I exclaimed. Stopping him before he got the chance to walk out.

"I'm sorry. It was me who asked him." I explained. "He didn't want to tell me."

Jack looked at me with his brown eyes gone black. He got so mad about the subject that he was willing to take it out on his cousin.

"Please. Don't do anything stupid." I placed my hand over his broad, bare arm. Feeling the tension he was holding inside of him slowly start to decrease. He was going to do it, walk out and hurt Sam. If not with words, force, and recalling the way Jack punched Matthew's cousin that day at the barbecue, force would be his easiest choice.

Jack let out a long sigh, releasing his grip on the door to take a step back.

I was relieved myself, quietly releasing a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

"How much did he tell you?" He asked, slowly looking back up.

I debated to myself what I should say. It was just her name but that was probably much already for him.

"Just her name." I finally answered.

A look of relief flushed through his face. But that didn't last long before he stood up in front of me. His intimidating height shadowing over mine. Just seeing the way he reacted over this girl was crazy. I've never seen him like this. Usually he doesn't mind them being all up on him but with her.. It's different.

"What did she do to you?" I asked out of curiosity. It seemed like he was another person, one that's more secure with themselves.

The look he gave me when he looked back up was one that held a thousand secrets. Debating whether or not to spill them, he finally gave up. Body moving him over to the end of his bed. I watched him take a seat on the mattress, leaning over to rest his arms on his lap.

"We went out for some time." He paused. "She was the first girl I ever really fell for."

Asking about this girl didn't seem like such a good idea anymore. I should've just left her out of the picture because I'm not good with these kinds of things. Standing in silence in front of the door, I watched him slowly let out a huff of air.

"I thought she was too but then I found out she was playing on me with Sam." He let out.

My eyes widened. Sam is his cousin! What on Earth!

Jack took a moment to look back up at me, noticing the look on my face he forced a broken smile on his face.

I wanted to tell him to stop it already. I didn't need to know anything else, she already was a horrible person in my eyes. But he interrupted me before I could even speak.

"He didn't know what was going on either. It was all part of her little game. I don't know how she did it, but she did. We both got caught up in her web of lies."

Not saying another word, I walked up to his bed. Taking a seat besides him I kept my eyes looking out front. Eye contact was the last thing I wanted to make right now and I'm sure it'd be the last thing he'd want too.

I didn't know what to say except she was a horrible person. No one should ever play two people like that, family or not. I'm completely against cheating.

"I'm sorry." I breathed out.

"It doesn't matter anymore." He shrugged his shoulders. "Sam and I made up pretty quickly and that's all that matters. I just still have that one benefit of a doubt that history might repeat itself." He looked back at me. "You get what I mean?"

A small nod was all it took for an answer before he looked back out in front of him. Head dipping between his broad shoulders.

"She doesn't deserve you guys anyways." I looked down at him. "You're too good."

My comment made him look back up at me. Eyebrows furrowing as if what I was saying wasn't true.

"I'm not a good guy, Zo." He shook his head. "I'm far more worse than I seem."

"I don't believe that." I shook my head.

This made Jack fix himself up in his seat, moving closer to look straight back at me. "I beat a guy right in front of you.. And I would've done far worse if you weren't there to stop me."

"Yes but you did that because you knew I was in trouble." I acknowledged, referring back to the Espinosa party. I must admit, there could've been many different ways to go about but I believe the guy learned his lesson.

"You don't know me." He shook his head.

"But I know that you're a good enough person to protect those you care about." I smiled. "That's all you're doing.. Protecting." "You cared, Jack. That's good."

No matter how much he denied it, it still wasn't true. At least not in my eyes. I don't know why he kept throwing that me but it wasn't going to scare me away. I know just what's going on. I'm not like Adriana. He just doesn't want to get embarrassed again or worse, hurt the way she did to him.

"You are good." I looked down, grabbing his one big hand with both of mine. Holding it close in my grip, I looked up again. He was already looking at me and by the time I noticed my face was already flushing with heat.

I looked away, my grip loosening on his hand. I felt like he needed a moment, let what I said sink in a little. My body started getting up the mattress. I was midway up before I felt another hand grip mine again and pull me back down. I didn't have the chance to catch was what happening before I felt a pair of warm wet lips crash in contact with mine. My eyes widened at first, quickly pulling away the second I had.

Jack didn't seem to mind my actions. Moving closer, he fluttered his eyes to a close, his lips just centimeters away until they pressed firmly to mine.

An indescribable feeling swelled in my heart as I pulled his face closer to mine, my palm pressed against his warm cheek as I moved myself closer to his body.

Moving his head to the other side without removing his lips from mine, he leaned in closer to me. His hand gently held the side of my neck, his thumb caressing he side of my jaw.

Parting his lips from mine so that we can both take a quick breath to pull ourselves together, Jack laid his forehead against mine before pecking my lips and moving his head back down as a way of saying this was over. But I didn't let him. I don't want this to be over.

My eyes fluttered closed the next second to kiss him back, enjoying the new sensation in my body. I brought my arms around his neck. Desperate for more contact. Jack didn't seem to mind. His free hand moving down to my legs. The warm contact leaving goosebumps as he skimmed it further back.

I felt my mind begin to race. As if nothing in this world ever mattered than this very moment. With Jack, I felt like it was just us two. No other problems. No ex's, no parents, no college.. Just two people.

The room got hotter, his hand trailing over to my lower back. I felt his body get up from the mattress, gently leaning closer to mine. He gestured my body to relax. I was now laying flat on his sheets, hands still unable to release my hold from around him. Jack's body hovered over mine, elbows propping himself up from the space near my face. The kiss became more rough, his tongue desperate to slide into my mouth.

My hands ran down his back. Fingers digging down to his bare back where I found his hips. A gentle squeeze was gripped in the spot as I felt him tug on my lower lip. He found no better way that to succeed in his previous actions after that.

I was overpowered, and it never felt better.

The top of his body remained on top of mine as his lips continued to suck mine. I've never experienced this and it was obvious in his eyes, but he continued in doing so.

"Jack." I breathed out, hands rising to fist my fingers around the back of his hair.

He hummed with my touch, a small smile appearing on his face.

I've never seen him like this before. Jack seemed almost vulnerable as I watched him press his palm down on my hip so he can slide further to rise above me. Now Jack was quietly moaning, enjoying the pleasure washing through his body. Maybe it was because I wanted to feel stronger, create a sense of dominance that Jack held over me. Whatever the reason, I was curious to find out how it felt to be the one in charge. His eyes shot open when my fingertips trailed down the tensed muscles in his stomach. My hand trembled as I moved to the black fabric revealed over the top of his joggers. I gasped as his large hand fell over mine, drawing it away before pulling away from our heavy kiss.

We laid there gasping for air on top of each other. His hand still gripping mine as he gave it a gentle squeeze. Jack's eyes shut closed, parting his lips. My eyes fluttered open to not miss a moment from his beautiful features. I didn't want to stop. I figured he didn't either but I was wrong..

Moving out of my body, Jack sat upright in the edge of his bed. Sitting as far away from me as possible. This made me question if I did something wrong. I was about to ask him just what it was but he beat me to it.

"You're upset." He spoke. "About what happened with your parents." Jack's head shook. He was tempted but knew what he was doing wasn't suiting him. "This isn't what you want."

I stood up from where I was laying, crawling on my knees to sit back besides Jack. He still didn't move, looking out in front of him. Not knowing what else to do I rested my head on his shoulder. He didn't mind. Releasing a sigh from my mouth, I closed my eyes.

"How are you so sure?" I asked looking back up at him. This time he looked back down. We were so close that the tips of our noses almost touched. It just reminded me of what happened before, wanting nothing more to do than just that.

Jack's eyes shined into mine. I can tell he wanted the same thing I did but chose to keep it restrained.

"I don't want to take advantage of you like that." His voice was serious.

Something about what he said really opened my eyes. Maybe he was right, but I wouldn't be able to know about that myself. I was angry with my parents.. Did I want to feel wanted? Yeah. Jack was right and I felt so stupid afterwards.

Nothing else happened before he gripped my two hands with his, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I want to." He gestured. "But I can't, not like this." He shook his head.

"Then how?" I asked.

Jack paused for a second, looking back down to my hands before speaking. "You'll know."

There was another moment of silence. Nothing but our breathing could be heard. It was then something else came to mind. I couldn't believe he was really looking out for me. I figured this was just what we needed but he clearly proved me wrong. I was hurting and in desperate need for some attention. That wasn't the way to go about and I'm glad he cared enough to stop that.

"What do you say we go to bed?" He gave me a small smile. Jack's tall figure overshadowing mine as he stood up from his bed.

I looked up to his eyes, admiring the way he looked at me for a second. The moment didn't last long after that. Standing up in front of him I watched him walk over to fix the sheets around us. He was quick to set everything in place, gesturing me to lay down.

I did as I was told. Moving over to the right hand side of the bed, I helped him with some sheets. After everything that just happened I figured it be good to go to bed with a subject other than I won't have sex with you in my mind. I needed to find something else, something two normal people would have a conversation about to draw less awkwardness to themselves.

Then it hit me.

"You play the guitar?" I asked moving one of the dress sheet pillows over to a chair he had besides a window.

Jack chuckled, looking back at me to just shake his head. "You're funny."

"I'm serious." I turned back to start moving the sheets away to lay down.

This time Jack stopped what he was doing to look back at me. "Yeah.. That's sorta the reason why I'm in the band?" He answered sarcastically.

"I'm talking about the wooden one.." I rose my eyebrows while taking a seat in the mattress. "You know, the one used to play slow songs?"

Jack smiled as I watched him lean over the back of his nightstand to grab his iPhone charger and plug his phone in.

"Yeah I play the guitar." He smiled. "And the piano, and I'm even a pro at the triangle." He joked, taking a seat on the bed besides me making both of us laugh.

It soon died down though. It felt strange knowing I'll be sleeping with Jack after all. Not in that way.. Just legitimately two people sleeping in the same bed. I wasn't used to it, but I loved every second of it.

"Is it okay if I sleep here?" He asked looking back at me, making sure it was alright before tucking himself in bed.

There wasn't much to talk about. I wanted him here.

"Yeah." I smiled, tucking in myself into the sheets before laying down. I felt Jack do the same.

The room was freezing, his window still wide open from his bedroom as it always has been since I first came here. Jack turned off the lights. Feeling his body swivel around besides me, I started wandering off to something else. Questions ran through my mind, answers yet to be untold.

What if my brother played the guitar? What does he look like? Does he have mine and our father's blue eyes? Or does he have his stubbornness?

It was crazy, I know. After everything that happened tonight my parents are the last people I want to see for a while.. But him. This brother of mine might have answers I'm still looking for. Does he know about this or is he still unaware? Whatever the deal is, we're related and I could use a family member at times. Don't get me wrong, Ashton is a great guy and I love him. But I want something like a brother..?

"Jack?" I asked, turning around in my spot to look back at him. Head resting on the pillow as my eyes made contact with his. Even in the dark I could see them shining down at me. Growing in curiosity and concern he furrowed his eyebrows, waiting for me to finish speaking.

"I think I want to find my half brother." I nodded.

There was quite a long period of silence, more than I expected actually. Something told me he wasn't looking so into my plan.

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" He asked almost reassuringly.

"Is there something wrong?" I shrugged my shoulders, wanting to know his reasons.

"It's just.. That's the son your father had with another woman?"

"I think I'm well aware of that." I responded.

"I know." He nodded his head. "I just don't want to see you get hurt." He paused. "You don't know anything about this guy. How can you be so sure that he'll turn out to be this perfect brother?"

A small smile appeared in my face as he finished speaking. He really cared and I don't think he has any idea of how nice that feels.

"That's the thing." I smiled, hand raising to touch the skin of his chest. The beating of his heart felt present to my touch, finding it soothing as it made my eyes shy away from the concentrated look he was giving me. "He's still my brother." I finished. "I'm tired of leaving family behind." Ashton counted in this part because I missed four years of him just being there. That's not going to happen again. Not to anyone. "I want to make things right."

Jack took hold of my hand on his chest. Gripping it over his, he took a moment to look up at me. A long sigh falling from his mouth afterwards. "Then I'll help you." He smiled.

I was about to tell him he didn't have to. I didn't want him to think he was obligated to do this because he wasn't. I never even asked him for help. It was simply just a statement I wanted to let out. "Jack.." I begun.

"I don't want to hear it." He shook his head. "I can help you."

Something seemed to enlighten me inside. It was the way he used his tone of words that caught my attention. "How?"

Jack looked up, releasing a long breath of air before speaking again. "Lets just say that if you're going to track someone down, I know a guy."

"Who?" I asked curiously.

Jack looked into my eyes before releasing his response. "Sam."

"Sam?" I arched a brow, not believing the name myself.

Jack nodded. "He's really good. You'll find your brother in no time."

A smile so wide all my teeth had to show grew upon my face. This was incredible news! I didn't know what else to say. This was all I really wanted and he's giving it to me, just like that. Of course it's going to be a process and who knows how long it'll take but I'm willing to take my chances.

"I.. I." The right words didn't seem to come to place as I ranged with excitement. "I don't know what to say?"

"You don't have to worry about that." He smiled. "Tomorrow morning we'll start this search party." He joked.

We both shared a small chuckle. Looking back up at him I realized who exactly it was that was in front of me. The most sweetest, caring guy I've ever expected to be.

"Thank you." I smiled.

A small nod was all he gave me before I felt him shuffle beneath the sheets again. This time getting comfortable to go to bed. Jack's hand later rose on to guide me to do the same.

We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.