THIS IS IMPORTANT EVEN FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T READ THIS STORY. I've got a new computer. It's being dumb.
Hey guys. I got a new laptop. So far... I'm hating it. Nothing's working. Who was the idiot who invented Windows 8? What the eff. I can't do or find anything on here anymore... Stupid stupid stupid. This isn't even Microsoft Word. This is a notepad. It doesn't even have spell check. This sucks.
Different- Chapter Fourteen- Just Stop
Jack had three numbers plugged into his phone's emergency contacts now. The cops, Pitch, and Azzy. Pitch had insisted on it. He wanted Jack to be safe. This was his way of keeping him that way. He didn't even care about himself, he just wanted Jack to be okay. He loved him too much to worry about himself.
So maybe Jack wasn't as worried as Pitch. He just wanted to protect the best thing he had in his life. Jack did too, he just didn't feel as strongly about the obsession as Pitch.
Smiling, Pitch finished plugging numbers into his own phone for emergency, after Jack insisted. There was of course a hug and a quick check to be sure he did it afterwards. (Apparently Jack wanted to be sure Pitch wasn't just saying he was worrying about himself.)
"I told you I put the numbers in, why don't you trust me?" Pitch asked afterwards, smirking.
"Because you think that even when you get hurt, you won't get hurt," Jack replied, pushing his hand into his chest, "You think you're superman." Pitch rolled his eyes.
Kissing Jack's cheek, he said, "I'm not Superman. I'm Batman." Jack shoved his chest again. "My parents are dead. It works," he whispered, tickling his chin. Again Jack shoved him.
After getting their phones squared away, the two walked off to Jack's dorm room. It was late, Jack had a near death experience, they would probably head right to bed. Probably.
Sorry guys. I'm still trying to figure this thing out.