Holt had done it, he had FINALLY done it. He had found Jackson, at home in h... Their bedroom. Crying in to his pillow. Once the blue skinned boy saw the crying teen he immediately felt even worse than he had before when everyone in the mall had accused him being of a cold and heartless jerk. When Jackson had looked up he had looked like a lost puppy. Sad and looking for someone to comfort him.
Once he saw it was Holt though he grabbed a sneaker from the floor and threw it at him.
"Get out," the dark haired boy growled at him and Jackson raised an eyebrow at him.
"Come on, we need to talk," Holt said trying to sound calm in the situation.
Jackson raised his head to glare at the blue skinned boy and he saw Holt's expression change to one of concern. is he really worried about me? The nerdy teenager asked himself as he looked at the other boy. They stared at each other for about five minutes. Then Holt sighed and walked over to Jackson's bed. The teenager didn't even have time to protest before his alter ego had scooped him up in a hug. His eyes widened as Holt held him against his chest, rubbing his back.
"I'm sorry."
Jackson looked up in surpise as soon as those two words left the other boys lips. He stared at Holt for a moment before he noticed that the blue skin boy was leaning in! Holt was leaning towards him! Just as their lips were about to meet Holt smiled widely at him.
"Do you forgive me?" He asked quietly.
Jackson, half shocked and half disappointed that he didn't get the kiss, nodded slowly. "Your forgiven."
Before he could even finish replying to Holt, the blue skin boy had smashed his lips on to Jackson's.