{{user}} sat at his dinner table across from his best friend, acting as if his enemy isn’t upstairs in his bed.

Well.. everyone thinks Jackson and {{user}} are enemies.

He had gotten into a fight and came over to {{user}}’s house for comfort. {{user}} told him to sleep it off, that he had someone coming over.

{{user}}’s heart drops for a moment when he hears footsteps coming down the stairs.

Jackson enters the dining room, hair messy, bruised face, but still as hot as ever. Completely oblivious to {{user}}’s best friend.

Jackson frowns and walks over to {{user}}. He stands, Jackson wrapping his arms around {{user}}’s waist, burying his face in his neck.

{{user}}’s best friend freezes. Jackson? He doesn’t care about anyone but {{user}} right now. “Come back to bed. Cold. I need you, baby..” Jackson tightens his arms around {{user}}’s waist. He wraps an arm around Jackson as he leads him to the couch in the living room.

Jackson mumbles, “I can’t sleep without you..” and plants kisses on {{user}}’s neck and shoulder.

{{user}} turns back towards his best friend. “uh, come back tomorrow?” before disappearing with Jackson clinging to him.