The next morning I woke up feeling groggy. I looked around at my unfamiliar surroundings and the usual rush of excitement came flying at me without warning. I was on my own, and life felt great. And then I remembered school.
"Bollocks!" I shouted to no one in particular. I ran and got a pair of jeans from my drawers, putting them on as I tried to get in my fully packed closet. I grabbed a white dress shirt and threw it over my head, pants still around my ankles. I began to dash around out of my room and the pants tightened, tripping me and sending me flying through my doorway.
"What the hell." I muttered angrily. I fixed my pants and stood up, scanning for my T.V. remote. I found the remote and hit the power button. To my surprise, the television didn't turn on. I looked to see the main power plug was not in the wall. I suddenly remembered the events of last night.
"Ianto, put that right here… yeah, that's the spot." Jack said in his usual silky tone as he showed me where to put the cords in my T.V.
"How come it doesn't work?" I asked when I plugged the last of the cords into the T.V. "Is it plugged in?"
Jack nodded, almost looking guilty. "I plugged it in." I nodded, not even bothering to check. "Do you want to take a break?" He had asked. "The wire is probably in another box." I nodded again. So that's why he looked guilty, he was setting me up so he could kiss me! I thought as realization struck. I plugged in the T.V. and the news channel came up. My eyes immediately flashed to the day of the week. Saturday.
"Really. Bollocks! No school. Just my luck. Now what am I going to do? I could call Jack… no. I don't have his number, and it's too soon. I'll ring Gwen." I said to myself. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?" I heard Gwen answer. In the background I heard a male voice.
"Is that Owen?" I questioned, puzzled.
"Er… no, it's just my dad. D'you want something, new-flat-boy?" she teased. I laughed.
"Actually, I was kinda hoping you could come over. I'm a bit lonely here." She laughed too.
"Sure, I'll be over in… wait a second. When'll I be over?" I heard her ask someone, forgetting to cover the phone. I heard the voice around. "About an hour." I'd recognise that essex accent anywhere! That's definitely Owen! I thought. Why would Gwen lie about that?
"An hour or so okay?" Gwen's voice returned, interrupting my thoughts.
"Fine, I'll be waiting." I replied.
"Bye!" Gwen said, and the phone clicked.
"Bye." I said dryly, even though she had already hung up. "What do I do now?" I said aloud. "Guess I could catch up on my sleep until Gwen gets here, it's only ten thirty." Stupidly, I went to my front door and unlocked it so Gwen could just walk in. I laid myself down onto the leather couch and closed my eyes, drifting off into sleep.
I was in a strange, large flat, one that I'd never seen before. I looked around me. Not much furniture, actually the only piece of furniture was the low couch I was sitting on. Except… it was a warm, slightly hard couch. I twisted around to see that the couch was not a couch, but Jack.
"Jack…" I said, alarmed. Then he leaned forwards and kissed me. I tried to break away, but I wasn;t in control of my body. We kissed furiously, a lion seemed to be roaring in my chest. Then I heard Owen's laughter and broke off. I turned back to see Owen pointing and laughing. I turned back to Jack.
"Jack, stop it…" I protested softly. He leaned forwards and kissed my nose lightly, tickling it. I pulled my hand up to scratch it and it went straight through Jack's face and hit my nose. Now I heard Gwen's laughter. My eyes flew open and I breathed in sharply, sending whipped cream down my throat painfully. I coughed and spluttered, and looked at my hand. My palm was white with whipped cream, and I looked past it to see Gwen doubled over laughing, a whipped cream can in her hand. I rolled my eyes.
"Very mature, Gwen." Gwen laughed even harder. "Go clean yourself up!" She shouted. I got off the couch and headed to my bathroom, holding onto a pile of boxes as I waited for a headrush to stop. I stood in front of my sink. I looked in the mirror and saw a white mess dribbling down my face. The things Owen would assume if he saw me right now… Is this my future? I thought with a shudder. I turned the taps on and rinsed my face in cold water, so there was no chance of me falling asleep again. I walked back to see Gwen lying on the couch.
"Jack… Oh, stop it Jack!" she said sexily, thrusting into the air. I rolled my eyes a second time and Gwen burst into laughter again.
"I didn't do that." I said, blushing.
"But you did say his name." Gwen said, serious now. "What were you dreaming about?"
I met her hazel gaze steadily. "Jack was chasing me. That's it." I lied. She looked at me disbelievingly.
"Okay, that's a little strange but oh well." She speculated. "I'm really sorry about Owen last night, he went too far. Lucky for you Tosh had to go." Gwen sounded sincere. "Trying to make you two kiss… that was just pushing it. If Jack's gay, that could really hurt his feelings, send him the wrong messages."
"Too late for that." I accidentally said out loud.
"What?" Gwen said, puzzled. Crap! I thought. Ugh, come clean time. I can't lie to her anymore.
"I said, too late for that." I repeated myself. Gwen's eyes widened.
"What do you mean? What happened? Tell me, Ianto." I began to tell her my story, beginning with how Owen caught Jack winking at me.
"Then when you left… we tried to set up my telly. I… we couldn't get it to turn on. Jack said we needed another wire. We sat on the couch. Talked. This morning I found out he unplugged the T.V.'s main power cord. He… he said he didn't like to cheat… He wanted to finish that spin the bottle game. He pecked my lips." Gwen's mouth had turned into a little "o".
"Well, that's not as bad as you think." She comforted.
"Oh, but it is." I continued.
"But he just pecked you. It's unlikely, but his intentions could have been completely innocent. Maybe he thought you would feel rejected for some reason-"
"Then I kissed him. Not just a kiss, a full on snog. I can still remember how his soft, warm lips felt crushed against mine-" I cut her off, then stopped when I saw her eyes were as wide as her smile.
"You've gone bender!" she smiled. "No! I'm not sure why I did it. That's why I'm telling you." Gwen had wiped the smile off her face, realizing how serious I was. Then her cell phone went off.
"Sorry, one sec. My cell phone is stuck on speaker phone, just don't pay attention- hello?" she answered. SO that's why I could hear her talking to Owen… Speak of (or think of) the devil, I heard Owen's voice.
"Gwen, are we going to shag at my house again tonight? It's just that… I really enjoyed myself last night…" I whipped around to stare at Gwen, eyebrow raised.
"Owen, I'll call you back." Gwen whispered faintly, snapping her phone shut without even waiting for a reply. "Ianto Jones, you do not tell a single soul about what you just heard or I tell Owen about you snogging Jack." Gwen threatened.
"Deal. But really? Owen? Why shag him, I mean-"
"Speaking of Owen, why did he cut you off yesterday when someone asked you how you could afford a flat?" Gwen interrupted, clearly wanting to change the subject.
"Oh, that. Well, a few years back, Owen's known me for a while, my dad died. For some reason, he left me a whole sum of cash even though he hated me."
"Didn't he break your leg and stuff?" Gwen querried. I nodded, choked up. "Sorry." She apologized.
"S'fine." We sat silently for a minute, Gwen glanced around the room.
"What's this?" She had found a piece of paper. She opened it and found a telephone number inside. She raised her eyebrow and looked at me.
"I've no idea." I said honestly. She looked at me with disbelief. "What else have I got to hide?" I asked her. "I've already told you I snogged a guy. What could be worse than that?"
"Telling me you have a date with a guy." She shot at me. "Is this Jack's?"
I shrugged. 'I've honestly no clue!" I said, as confused as she was. Is it Jack's? I guess when she leaves I can call it and find out.
"Alright." She accepted. "I better go, I told my mum and dad I was sleeping over at Tosh's." She pulled out her cell phone, then dialed a number."Owen, I need a ride." She said when the phone picked up.
"Again, so soon?" Owen sounded surprised but happy.
"Not that kind. How's this, I need a lift."
"Oh." Owen detected her serious tone. "Now? At Ianto's?"
"Yes. Bye." She clicked the phone. "You'd better keep your promise." She said as she walked out my door.
"Long as you keep yours!" I shouted down the hall to her, and she waved a hand in signal that she'd heard. I closed the door, and my eyes flew to the crumpled piece of paper on the couch. I whipped out my phone and punched in the number. It rung a few times, than a voice answered.
"Hello?" a familiar silky voice answered. I hit the off button on my phone and sunk into the couch. I got up and stood in front off my wall-window, looking at the magnificent view.
"What the hell have I gotten myself into!?" I shouted for the world to hear and punched the thick glass.
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