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“Stars, I love you,” A whisper said, softer than the light from the almost dead, flickering lantern sitting beside them.
Jacks heart nearly stops. Not in the way you would think. Not like someone’s in a romcom would, skipping a beat with a dopey smile. Maybe like a horror movie, when the girl gets sliced in half and her guts pour out. Jack kinda feels like his guts are pouring out.
His legs are tingly (kinda like they aren’t connected at all), and he’s got an awful cold sweat going on, though it could just be regular sweat, considering it’s 90 degrees out. He licks his lips anxiously and swallows despite how dry his mouth is.
Now his heart seems to have recovered from the drop and is trying to make up for lost time by beating twice as fast.
Did Jack love Ezra? He wouldn’t say so. He enjoyed Ezra’s company, maybe more than he should. Even when Jack wasn’t horny, he thought about Ezra somewhat often. Besides the making out in closets and the handjobs in empty cabins, Jack thought about holding hands with him during sermons maybe? Jack didn’t care for sermons, but Ezra liked them a ton, so maybe they weren’t so bad.
That was gay though. Fuck that, Jack’s not gay.
He coughs and puts his cigarette out with his boot. Their shoulders are almost touching, the only thing between them the almost dead lantern.
Ezra isn’t gay either. He glances over at the aforementioned, who’s looking up at the stars. Jack decides to peek up at them too.
With the milky way staring back at him expectantly, Jack clears his throat.
“Sorry, what?” His voice is hoarse, probably from the cigarette. Ezra is right, maybe he should quit.
Ezra hums quizzically, shifting his gaze from the stars over to Jack.
“You said something?”
A laugh. One, Jack thinks idly, he would love to hear everyday. “I didn’t say anything, Jack?”
“oh.”