Your Silence Says A Million Words (Janxx)

"Is Jake a friend?" Charlie asked.

Jinxx nodded and began adding value (shading, for you non-art students) to the picture. Charlie watched in interest, wondering how she had made progress with such a stubborn, angry being. His past was messy and questionable so she was sure that he'd be problematic and a bit of a challenge. His silence didn't make this easier, either.

"How long have you known him?"

Jinxx wrote on the back of the drawing, Since I was 7.

"That's nice," she said, writing haphazardly on the paper attached to her clipboard. "Does he help you with your...issues?"

Jinxx nodded and started to draw the few tattoos Jake had. Jake began getting tattoos when he was fifteen. They were mainly on his arms because he wanted a sleeve. Jinxx wanted tattoos as well, but he'd get in trouble if he got one. His uncle would kick his ass.

"He sounds like a great person," Charlie continued.

Jinxx silently nodded. His eyes darted to the clock, which read 4:13 in the afternoon, and then he looked back at her. He wanted to leave. Charlie sensed this and allowed him to leave.

Jinxx smiled shyly and exited the small, plain room. He walked back to his room and slid his ID into the slot. The door opened and he slipped inside, shutting the door. He found a push pin and attached the drawing to the wall across from his unmade bed. He had turned the wall into a gallery of his sketches and doodles. The pictures were of flowers or fruit usually, but he had a few of Jake.

He liked to draw Jake. He had perfect facial symmetry and a friendly smile. He always made Jinxx feel better about himself and didn't treat him any differently, even though he had obvious issues like insomnia and depression. Jinxx maybe liked him a bit more than just friends, but he wouldn't tell him. Jake wouldn't feel the same way.

Jinxx sat on his bed, smoothing out the wrinkled sheets and blanket. He opened a drawer and found a book he'd been reading lately. It was called The Fault in Our Stars and he borrowed it from his other friend, Andy. So far, it was pretty good and it made him almost forget that he was stuck in a mental hospital under careful watch. Almost.

He opened the book to the page he was on and began reading. After about 45 minutes of reading, he heard the door open. He turned his head in the direction and found a nurse there. He sighed. Time to get medicated.

She gave him a few pills and made him swallow them. He grimaced at the unappealing taste and stared at her with wide eyes. "You have a visitor," she said.

Jinxx just blinked. "Should I let him in?"

Jinxx nodded and looked at his black and white Converse. The nurse sighed and left the room. Jake entered, smiling at Jinxx. "Hey," he said.

Jinxx smiled and waved. Jake sat next to him, Indian-style, and turned to face him. "How's the sessions go?" he asked.

Jinxx shrugged. That was his way of saying, It was okay. It kinda sucked, but it was okay.

"Hey, don't worry," Jake said. "In a couple of months, you'll be able to leave and my mom said you could live with us." He pushed Jinxx's hair behind one ear, which made him blush. Jake smirked at this.

Jinxx pulled away and took Jake's fingers and entwined them in his. Jake began to lean forward. Jinxx froze, watching to see what he was doing. Jake's lips touched his in a soft kiss. Jinxx closed his eyes, accepting the kiss. They stayed like this for a few seconds before Jinxx pulled away.

His eyes asked Jake a million questions. What made him do that? Maybe he was just experimenting or just wanted to...maybe he liked him?

"Sorry, but I had to do that," Jake said. "You're just so...perfect."

Jinxx rose an eyebrow, as though to say, Are you fucking serious?

"I mean it," Jake replied. "I think you're gorgeous, even with your scars and disorders." He looked at Jinxx's healed arms. Most of the scars had faded, but that still left a lot that still needed to heal. "I love you, okay?"

Jinxx smiled and looked down. His free hand rested on Jake's chest and he kissed Jake's cheek. "I love you," he whispered, barely audible.

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