being an over achiever is going to be the death of him. harvard during the regular semesters is one thing but summer classes might have been the worst decision of his life — at least that’s how it feels right now with a migraine pounding against the inside of his skull.

Alli comes to the library quite often to study and to get away from things, she thinks of it as her hide out. She looked over at the desk opposite her to see a boy looking super stressed out. “Hey, do you need any help?” She flashed him a gentle smile. 

Patrick completely froze the moment Alli’s lips came into contact with his own. Could this really be happening? Was she really kissing him? This wasn’t at all how he had imagined his first kiss to be. Not even a little bit. It took him a couple seconds to respond, and kiss back. He hopped that he was doing it right, since he really didn’t have any experience to go off of. He had no idea what to do with his hands, so he let them stay dangling on his sids. 

Alli smiled when she realized that he had no clue what he was doing, as she was kissing him she allowed him to take control so that he could learn more. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, opening her mouth slightly so that his tongue could enter. 

Jack doesn’t let go of her shoulders, though, as she started to calm down after a few minutes. He pushes her blonde hair out of her face as she wiped her eyes, giving her a kind look that asked, ‘are you okay now?’ “I don’t leave family behind,” was all that he said before taking her small finger and looping it with his own. “I promised him I’d take care of you. He’d probably give me hell if I ever let anything happen to you. Shit, I’d give myself hell.”

Alli giggled at his response and closed her eyes, bringing their pinkies to her lips for a sweet and delicate kiss. “I won’t let you down big bro.” She whispered, just about loud enough for Jack to hear. After a few seconds of silence her phone buzzed and she looked at the text on her screen. “Oh it’s my friend, he invited me over..” She looked at him with worried eyes, almost like she was asking for permission. Truth is, her brother probably wouldn’t approve, but he wouldn’t know that, right?

     “everyone thinks our costumes are couple ones,” he states with a grin gracing his features. & okay, maybe there’s a faint reddening tint blossoming upon his cheeks as he shares the accusation made by their friends (he swears it’s from the heat & alcohol, because y'know, brent doesn’t blush). he’s dressed in an awful peter pan costume that’s so ridiculous it’s endearing, with the female dressed as tinkerbell.

Alli was dancing to the music when Brent knocked his hip into hers and she stumbled a little, partly due to the alcohol. She looked down at what he was wearing and covered her mouth, trying to hold in the giggles. “I’m not even surprised at what you’re wearing.” She threw her head back and let the laughter slip. “Well Peter, we must have good taste in costumes.” She winked and bit her lip shyly. 

Alli gasped at the contact of his lips on her core and threw her head back in pleasure. “Fuck.” She moaned and tangled a hand into his hair. 

Feeling her body’s reactions to his touch encouraged him to continue to do what he was doing. He felt her fingers in his hair and with that, he moved his fingers and his tongue a little faster.

Alli’s moans became louder and her legs began to shake with pleasure. “You’re so fucking good.” She moaned and bit her lip, trying to gain control of her body again. Within a few minutes she reached her climax and released her juices for him to enjoy. 

“You would? I mean, of course you wild, you jut said you would. It’s not like you would say that if you didn’t mean it. Unless this was some big prank and you have a bunch of friends waiting in the woods to make fun of me, which of course you don’t because you are better than that.” Patrick rambled. 

Alli laughed at his rambling and crashed her lips onto his to shut him up. It was a passionate but sweet kiss and she began to run her fingers through his hair. 

“P-Please…” She trailed off and began to breathe heavily, lifting her hips into the air slightly showing him that she needed him now. 

Logan returned, keeping his head between her legs and letting his tongue start to lick along her wet core. One hand moved up the inside of her thigh and he used his finger to massage her clit at the same time.

Alli gasped at the contact of his lips on her core and threw her head back in pleasure. “Fuck.” She moaned and tangled a hand into his hair. 

For once, Jack shut his mouth and let her yell at him. An unusual catatonic expression (probably from shock) takes over his usually bright and sunny face. Quietly, he holds Alli for a moment without a word. He was doing exactly what her brother did when he was still around, but he knew it wouldn’t be the same. Jack strokes her hair and saves his own tears for when he’s alone in his room instead as he was rather compelled to be the stronger one of them. “I know, kid. Me too.”

Alli held onto him tight and relaxed slightly as he held her and stroked her hair. Her brother always did that to calm her down and it always worked. Even though it wasn’t the same, it still helped her to know that someone was there for her. After a few minutes of silence, she looked up at Jack and wiped her eyes. “Please don’t leave me as well.” She sniffed and carried a broken expression on her face. “I know I’m a nightmare but I need you, we need each other.” She held her pinky out, hoping that he would make the promise. 

“You…. You think I’m cute?” Patrick had been so stuck on those words that he really didn’t hear anything past them. 

“Of course I do.” She giggled at his reaction and observed his facial expressions. “You know, I would love to kiss you right now.” She bit her lip hoping that he wanted to kiss her too, but she had no idea what he was thinking.