"hey buddy where are you?"
rain. it's heavy. pouring across the london skyline, a siren sounds in the distance, it's harsh scream alerting the blonde haired boy who hurried across the road, his hair sticking to his forehead. he knew where he needed to be.
Jacks pov
i ring the doorbell. for fucks sake joe why don't you bloody answer the door. it was absolutely freezing but i felt so warm inside, elated in my own dizzy euphoria about seeing him. no jack, you can't think about that, he'll never feel the same way and you'll only end up hurting yourself. i couldn't help myself, his face alone made me so happy. what was i supposed to do?
"jack ma-nard" i hear his voice through the speaker muffled by the rain. the butterflies started beating furiously inside me, i felt like they were gonna swallow me whole, i'm always like this with joe.
"bloody hell joe open the door, i'm turning into a puddle out here."
he laughs. that sweet, smooth laugh that sent shivers down my spine.
"come on in then"
i arrive at joe's apartment door and knock, caspar opens it, chewing a piece of pizza.
"ayyy buddy" he embraces me and we walk into the kitchen. suddenly i see him, bending down over his recording equipment. he turns around and smiles at me, god he looks so angelic.
"how ya doin" he laughs at me, whilst i drip over the floor.
"great", i laugh back and shake myself vigorously, spraying them both with rainwater.
"jack!" caspar shouts at me.
"for fucks sake jack, come on we have a video to film".
"your turn joe, truth or dare?" caspar snickers at joe, as joe tries to work out what the better option is.
"uhhh dare" joe smirks.
"ok i dare you... to lick jacks ear" caspar bursts into fits of giggles and i try to cover my face that was burning up fast.
"oh my god caspar" joe laughs and shakes his head but all the same he leans over so he's millimetres away from me.
i can feel him breathing in my ear, it tickles, and then his tongue touches my ear, it's warm and wet, and really gross but i can't help but think about how if i turned around right now, we'd make contact. but i don't, and joe pulls away.
he laughs it off and we move on, completing more and more stupid truths and dares, until we finally finish.
joe always films late, and we end up wrapping up at around 2am, caspar hurries off because maddie called him, and i put on my jacket ready to leave and face the torrential rain once more, until...
"wait jack... will you stay and help me clear up?"
i thought in that moment there was an earthquake but no, it was just my heart.
a/n
hi guys! so listen i started writing this story which is currently untitled after many requests to create joeck fanfiction, the story will build up slowly and will alternate points of view including more people than just joe and jack so watch out for that! sorry if you don't like slow starts but i do hope you end up enjoying it so please give it a favourite if you did and share it with your friends! apparently there's been a lack of joeck fanfiction recently and i thought i could help change that :)
lots of love emily xx
