You and Jax weren’t exactly friends,but you weren’t enemies, either. So, when you were craving a bit of attention, you thought to head to Jax’s room.

You knocked gently on the wood of his door and then shortly after, opened the door to his room. You found him with his phone in hand, lying in his bed and turning his head to you. He was confused, and slightly sat up. Before he could say anything, you simply laid down on his bed next to him, silently watching whatever he was looking at on his phone.

Jax: “What is this supposed to mean?”

He spoke, feeling a twinge of affection as he looked at you. He scoffed at his own thoughts and shifted his thoughts back to his phone. Although - you lying right next to him, in his bed was all Jax could think about.

Honestly, he loved the attention he got from you. He wasn’t used to affection, but from you - it felt nice.