Jack lays down and closes his eyes as the pizza man walks up the drive way.

" woah." he says like hes never seen a drunken teen before. Like he hasn't been a drunken teen before, I scowl up at him and stand up brushing off my legs.

" What do you mean woah" I say clutching the money in my hand.

" Nothing nevermind. You're the extra large cheese pizza. It'll be 10.25" he says

" I'll give you a ten dollar tip if you help me get him inside." I offer..

" Okay" he shrugs.

We pick Jack up off the ground. It' a good thing that he hasn't thrown up on himself just in my garden.

" Put him on the couch" I say as we walk down the long hall way of my house. The living room is an off white colour. It's boring but I haven't had the faintest idea what to paint it. So I've left it this nasty cold colour. We put Jack down on the couch his arms falls off and hits the ground with a thud. I pay him the money at the door and take the pizza from his hands. We say our goodbyes and I lock the door.

I stand in the foyer of my house for ten minutes trying to figure out what to do. I know my father won't be an issue he's gone for three days at a conference. I stand in one spot with a hot pizza box racking my brain with a plan of attack. It's around 11 at night I'm sure his family is worried about him. Why the fuck did he come here, why the fuck was he drunk. So I go to him and sit on the floor where I have all my study material out. I open the pizza and take a deep breath in.

I look at his sleeping face and study it, the way he looks more like a boy then he does a man. The way his face is slack and at peace then when he's awake and all wound up tight. His eyes are beautiful but there's always a pain behind them a dark history. One he locks up deep in his soul. I've seen the way he smiles the way he laughs and the way that it never truly, wholly reaches his eyes. I watch him breathe and wish that he didn't have me feeling this kind of way. That he didn't have my heart racing right now. I wish and wish with all my might and all my heart and yet here I am with a racing heart and a heavy chest. I turn back to my homework and study cards and eat pizza.

" can I have a slice" he mumbles lowly. I jump and turn around with my hand clutching at my chest.

" You scared the shit out of me!" I yell at him he laughs in return and groans.

" So can I?" he asks looking at me with those beautiful orbs.

" It's a free country" I sigh and go back to writing my English essay for class. I can hear him chewing and I can feel his stare on the back of my head

" I think you're really pretty" he says before biting into the pizza again. My breath hitches in my throat a little but I continue to write. He sighs at me and rolls onto his back.

" But," he pauses and I stop my writing to hear what he's going to say.

" you're holy ground and I am sinner unable to enter your gates" he says and moves his arm over his eyes and he continues to eat my pizza.

" I'm not holy ground" I say looking forward down the hall way.

" Your dad is the police chief, you're holy ground." he explains.

" So, that doesn't protect me from things Jack. It's a job, his job. It's not him and it certainly isn't me" I sigh and continue " why do you care anyways Why are you here. Your mom is going to be worried its really late"

" I told her I was staying at a friends house so. I came to apologize about ditching you earlier y'know" he says shrugging his shoulders. He slurs some of his words together I can tell he's still drunk.

" Don't apologize just don't do it" I say tapping my pencil on my notebook.

" Should I go" he asks starting to stand up. I want to tell him yes I want to yell and kick him out of my house. I put my hand on his chest and push him back down onto the couch.

" You can stay" I whisper

He's silent now and I continue on with my paper writing out my thoughts and then erasing them trying to find a flow between then words that make sense.

" I think you're pretty" he says again.

" I think you're drunk" I say back.

" I still think you're pretty"