I woke up to Jack's mom calling us into the kitchen for dinner. I was still laying on top of Jack, and his arm was still around me. He woke up a few seconds after me, letting go of me as soon as he realized what he was doing.

"Good morning," he grinned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. We made our way to the kitchen, where two plates of french toast were waiting for us.

"If you guys need anything else, I'll be upstairs," Jack's mom informed us after handing us glasses of orange juice.

"I'm sleeping at Madison's tonight," Jack told her before she left. We ate in silence, both still a little tired.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked after I'd finished. Jack was still eating.

"I was thinking we could go skating today," he suggested, his mouth full of french toast. "You can take some clips of me for my insta," he added.

"I'm down. And please finish chewing before you talk," I laughed, grabbing my plate and washing it in the sink. We went to Jack's room and got dressed. Jack let me borrow some of his clothes, and I ended up picking a thrasher shirt and sweatpants, even if I was at risk of being called a poser. Jack let me borrow one of his old boards, and we were off. We skated around the street for a while, then returned to Jack's garage where I got some videos of him doing tricks. We then returned inside and made ourselves sandwiches for lunch.

"What should we do tonight?" I asked. I was sitting on his counter, and he was pacing around the kitchen.

"Not sure. I was thinking we could switch it up and maybe not watch a movie this time," Jack suggested. I agreed.

"I have no good ideas," I shrugged.

"Hmmm. Why don't we, just like, get drunk or something," he suggested. I hesitated at first, because who knows what could happen if we were both drunk. But then I considered that this might actually be our last weekend as friends.

"Fine. But you need to bring the alcohol, because I have none at home," I said reluctantly.

"Of course," he grinned. We finished our sandwiches and just talked for a while.

"I need to go home and clean my room before you come," I announced.

"Alright, I'll stay here and shower and pack an overnight bag. And get supplies," he winked. I rolled my eyes.

"Text me when you're ready to come over," I told him, then gathered everything I'd accumulated at Jack's house and returned home.

"Hi honey," my dad greeted me. I waved. "Where's Jack?" he asked.

"He's at home, I had to clean my room before he came," I informed him. I had texted my parents my weekend plans, so they already knew Jack was coming tonight.

"Just so you know, your mother and I will be out tonight, so you kids have the house to yourself," he said.

"Perfect, thanks," I smiled, before going upstairs and entering my room. I took a shower, then changed into sweatpants and began to clean. I was pretty nervous for tonight, but I think I could probably keep my mouth shut. As long as I didn't spill my secret to Jack while drunk, I was going to be fine.

Jack texted me about an hour later telling me he was on his way, then appeared at my doorstep before I even had time to respond. He was holding a bag, and was wearing the same clothes as before.

"Hi Mrs. Moreau, Mr. Moreau. Thanks for having me," Jack said politely after my mom let him in.

"Hello, Jack. Do you know what time your parents are going out tonight? We're supposed to go with them," my mom asked him.

"Oh, I'm not sure, I think maybe around eight" Jack responded. I grabbed his arm and pulled him upstairs and into my room before he had to suffer through more conversation with my parents, slamming the door behind me. He sat down on my bed, putting his bag next to him. He made sure the door was properly shut before talking.

"Look what I got," he grinned, pulling out a nearly full bottle of fireball and two shot glasses.

"Let's wait until my parents leave," I sighed.

"Duh," he laughed. We had a few hours to kill, so I made us grilled cheese for dinner and we watched youtube until my parents finally left.

"Have fun tonight!" my mom called, and the front door was swung shut.

"Finally," Jack cheered, grabbing his bag and getting the drink. He carefully poured two shots, one for each of us, and handed one to me. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied, raising the shot glass to my mouth and downing it, Jack doing the same. "Holy fuck, that burns," I laughed, coughing slightly. We sat there for a minute, unsure of what to do next.

"This is kind of boring," Jack sighed.

"Why don't we do one of those 'take a shot every time someone does something' kind of things?" I suggested. Jack agreed, so we ended up watching James Charles and taking a shot every time he said "Sister." After three videos, it was safe to say we were pretty far gone, seeing as Jack was currently cracking up at James Charles' hairline. I exited the video, rolling over so I was laying on my stomach.

"What now?" I asked. I was surprised my words weren't even that slurred.

"I don't know. Wait, I know! Let's have a dance party," Jack exclaimed, grabbing my computer and opening Spotify. He proceeded to play Dance, Baby by boy pablo, followed by some Gus Dapperton, then just whatever came on shuffle next. We jumped around my room, singing and dancing, not caring how stupid we looked or how loud we were. We listened to everything from the Jonas Brothers to Yung Gravy, and even listened to one of the songs from Finn's band. We were screaming all the lyrics we knew, and I'm surprised we didn't get any noise complaints from our neighbors. At around 1am, we heard a car door slam.

"Fuck, I think my parents are home," I yelled over the music. Jack stopped dancing to listen to me. "Hide the stuff," I ordered him, and he shoved the shot glasses and now empty bottle into his bag, then resumed dancing. It wasn't until I heard a knock on my door that I paused the music.

"Come in," I called, and my mom opened the door slowly.

"You kids are still up?" she asked, surveying the room.

"Yep," I said, trying my best to seem sober. She looked at me suspiciously for a little, and I added, "but we're really tired. Probably going to bed soon. Very soon."

"Okay. Jack, do you want an air mattress or a sleeping bag or something?" my mom offered him. He shook his head.

"I'll just sleep with Madison."

"Alright. Go to bed soon," she instructed, closing my door.

"I'm not putting on pajamas," Jack groaned, flopping down on my bed.

"I don't want you sleeping on my sheets in your dirty skating clothes," I countered.

"Fine, I'll just take them off," he said simply, and quickly pulled off his shirt.

"No, I don't wanna see you naked. Well, actually, um, wait, no, never mind. Just keep on your stupid clothes," I babbled, going to turn off the lights and slip under the covers. Jack didn't put his shirt back on, but he didn't take off anything else except his socks before sliding under the sheets next to me. He wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me closer to him, which I didn't mind at all.

"Goodnight," he whispered, burying his head into my pillow.

"Tonight was really fun. Goodnight," I said.

"We should do this more often," he suggested.

"Yeah, if we're still friends after everything," I laughed.

"I hope we're not."

"What?"

"We could be something else," he mumbled.

"Yeah," was all I managed to say.

"Love you."

"Love you too."