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Every last moment, it had all been spent on him. Jake couldn’t tear his eyes away from the picture that lurked on his computer screen, he couldn’t look away from those words that spread across his chest ‘I’m Not Perfect’ that tattoo drove him crazy, and more than he would have liked to admit.
The words ghosted his lips as he spoke them ‘I’m Not Perfect’ he repeated to only himself. Ever since his breakup with Tara he couldn’t stop thinking about him. His roommate Johnnie, every time they met briefly in the kitchen of the house the two shared, Jake swore his heart skipped a beat.
He spent many hours mentally tracing the patterns of his tattoos in his head, the very tattoos he longed to touch, he craved every inch of him. He spoke the words to himself one last time before shutting off the computer.
He heard a slight thud in the kitchen, was Johnnie still up? It was almost 3:AM. He couldn't imagine why Johnnie would be awake at this hour.
“Johnnie is that you?”
Jake called out from the comfort of his room half wishing he hadn’t. He loved Johnnie, he was his best friend, but maybe he wanted more than that? He creaked open his bedroom door to see Johnnie huddled in a soft white blanket waiting outside it. He looked as if he hadn’t slept, his hair was a mess and his makeup was smudged under his eyes. He hugged the blanket around himself tightly.
“Yeah..” Johnnie’s voice sounded almost weak. Was he alrightt
“Are you okay?” Jake rested a hand soundly on his back forcing him to look up at him. Johnnie reluctantly complied.
“mhm” Johnnie mumbled into the softness of the blanket slightly leaning on Jake’s arm causing his heart to flutter at the sudden touch. “No. Johnnie, don't lie to me.. I know your not” tears began to swell in the blue of Johnnie’s eyes “No..No I’m not” he half smiled as he admitted the overbearing truth that seemed to make him drown in his own sorrow.
“Can I spend the night with you?” Johnnie looked hopeful he hadn’t overstepped, Jake couldn’t imagine anything he would want more in this moment, his heart called Johnnie’s name. It always had.
He replied almost too quickly, “Yes of course, come on..” he took Johnnie by the arm and guided him to his bed, he knew his roommate was depressed, he had fought with it for a long time, he seemed to be so happy for the past few weeks, Jake knew this was coming, the overwhelming darkness that swallowed the light.
Once the two were both positioned in Jake’s bed Jake took it upon himself to try and calm Johnnie down, he lay in the middle of his bed, Johnnie tucked safely under his arm, his hands melted into his best friend’s hair, he couldn’t get enough of this feeling. Johnnie cuddled in close to his chest, his head rising and falling with every breath Jake took.
Neither one of them would speak on this again, they lived in my moment, never dwelling in the past, Jake held Johnnie like his life depended on it, as if he would vanish if he let go for even one second.
He felt Johnnie’s breathing slow as he fell into a deep sleep, Jake only then noticed it again, the words that danced across his chest, the words that stuck out from the deep neckline of his shirt.
’I’m Not Perfect’