Tied between the two

Can The Secret Be Kept

CHAPTER 1~ What happened?

Beep! Beep! Beep! The annoying familiar Beeping sound had rung. I woke up with a soft groan, like a zombie, awakening from a dirt nap. I stretched my arms out and hit my alarm clock, so that annoying beeping sound would shut the hell up. I rubbed my eyes, sleepily, as my vision was blurred. All of the sudden my door had creaked open.

"Morning, kiddo." My father had said with a joyful expression.

"Morning, dad." I said as I looked over at the door.

"Go get dressed, I'm taking you out to breakfast." My father said with a smile as he walked out of my room.

I sighed and got out of bed. My head felt like I was being stabbed with knifes. 'Did I get hit in practice? Or a fight?' I was no stranger to the police's office. If I had gotten in a fight, Why didn't Jackson do anything? We've been friends since we where in middle school and he always had my back. Jackson's seven foot two and has forest dark eyes with a caramel colored hair hair. He's also got a hot body with the six pack and all with his white-ish skin. If he smiles at you, he's sure to melt your heart at one look. Now, this sounds really gay, but he always has some girl after him. After all, I have a girlfriend, Jessica Teroni. Jess had long blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Anyways, he'd normally be here If I was involved in a fight. He'd be either bruised up on my couch, since he carries me for some reason, or sitting in a chair across from me. It must've been from football, since Jackson wasn't here. I could have been hangover from alcohol, for all I know. My arms and legs where also throbbing with pain, so It had to be football. Sometimes you use your head in football, to figure out plays or piss someone off.

I got up and walked over to my closet, throwing on some jeans and a white T-Shirt. More so hobbling over to my closet. My limbs where like a baby giraffes when they're first born. I looked in the mirror and saw the same red haired, brown eyed man, similar to my father. Sometimes people think me and my father are brothers, since he looks younger then he actually is. I then noticed a few cuts, bruises, and a black eye. What the hell?! I thought to myself. I might look like my father, but I don't act like him one bit. I get into lots of fights, while when he was my age he was never in a fight. I can't really deal with break ups or heart breaks like he could. I guess I'm emotionally weak? My father's been through break ups and heart breaks and is just fine.

I started to mess with my hair ginger hair, styling it, then messing it up because it looks bad with my cuts and bruises. My hair was always a mess, and I normally didn't care. I sighed, giving up and hobbled over to the window. My childhood friend, Ghost lived on the end of the street; Jackson lived right next to me. I looked out the window to see if Jackson was awake, so I could see if he was up for a party or something. When I looked out the window, he was shirtless. I could feel my cheeks get hot as my body suddenly fell. What the hell is wrong with me today? I asked myself.

"Nick, you alright up there?!" My father yelled from down the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm okay!" I yelled back.

I calmed down after a few seconds and walked down the stairs, into the living room. My vision was a blur and the world was spinning around me. I collapsed onto the sofa, a bit dizzy. I felt like my stomach was doing loops, and I was about to puke. Everything felt like it was on fire, from my shoulders down. Football must've really done a number on me this time. I felt like I was dying. Normally, I feel fine, but today I feel like hell. I glanced around the room a bit with a worried expression on my face.

"Are you sure you're alright, Champ?" My father had asked with a worried smile to him as he sat right next to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but what had happened last night?" I asked.

"Well, You hit your head in football." He answered as he sat down next to me, staring at the ground.

I can't be dying before the concert today! I needed to go. My band Is slowly becoming more and more popular. Soon we'll be on headlines and billboards. Of course, my father hasn't known about my band. I wasn't planning on telling him either. I sighed at the thought of it. He's going to be pissed when he finds out about the band. I felt the guilt, race through my veins to my head. I shook my head and moved my stare to to the red and gold carpet. The carpet had blood stains on it for some reason. I tilted my head at the sight of it. Was it from me? I thought, feeling my face. I then touched a cut on my lip that was still breathing.

"Then…?" I asked, wanting more details.

"Well, It was more of a fight. You where blacked out on the sofa when we got back." He said as he ruffled my hair a bit.

"Who was it with?" I asked, nervously.

"Some bitch named Weston or something." My father said, looking into my oak colored eyes.

"What happened after that?" I asked, needing even more details.

"Jackson kicked his ass and brought your ass here." He said as he gave a soft old man smile.

Just then the doorbell had rung, startling me. My ears where ringing, so that's why it had startled me. My ears where most likely ringing from the pressure. I could taste the bitter- sweet taste of blood, since my lip was bleeding. My father had gotten up and opened the door, letting Jackson inside.

"Ah, Jackson! Thanks for bringing Nick home, you good kid!" He said with a smile, as he ruffled his hair.

"No problem, How are you feeling Nick?" He asked as his piercing green eyes met mine.

Great. He must know I'm hiding something from him. My cowardly self stared down at the carpet, not wanting to meet his glare again. Sometimes he scares me, with his piercing eyes.

"I-I'm okay. Are you alright?" I stuttered, from being scared.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Can I talk to you?" He asked, as his eyes matched his tone of his voice.

"U-uh...Yeah." I said as I could feel my hands start to shake.

He then picked me up, bridal style, and pulled me into a different room. I could feel little electric shocks with his touch, like mini lightning strikes. My body temperature seemed to decrease, from me being scared. I could feel my heart race as he pulled me into the other room. Does he know about my band? I thought to myself, as I was placed onto my bed.

"I don't know how to explain, but Weston's a bitch. You two where in a hella big fight, and I saved your ass." Jackson said with a small laugh.

"Y-yeah...Father told me that story before you came…" I said, looking up at him as I crossed my arms around my chest.

"Also, I've known about your band and all that. Don't worry about me telling the old man. I wouldn't, like how we broke that one window in seventh grade. The old man probably still thinks the lamp hit into it" He said with a smile.

"H-How...have you known?" I asked, a bit confused.

"I don't know. You look like Nicholas, the main singer and I went to a few of your concerts. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've bailed your ass out of the slammer or the old man. With that, I understand if you bend the laws a bit." He said with a soft smile.

"P-Please don't tell anyone else about the band!" I said with my ears tearing up from the pain.

Jackson must've noticed my eyes start to tear up as he pulled me closer to him, and wiping away my tears. I didn't even know what was happening at this point. He started to mess with my hair a bit, trying to calm me down. Was I dreaming? I thought to myself.

"Why are you crying?"Jackson asked, in a soft low voice.

"I...don't know. My head hurts really bad." I whispered, under my breath.

He then carefully picked me up again, bridal style. He carefully got up and walked down the stairs, setting me down into a chair and walked into the kitchen. I could hear a clank sound, followed up by the tap being turned on. He then returned a minute later with a glass of water and some pain killers. I took them, following them up with a sip of water.

"Weston put up a hell of a fight and gave you a shiner. It wouldn't be a surprise If you feel like shit." He said as his eyes looked more soft.

"...Yeah I guess." I mumbled lookimg down at my shirt , that had turned red from blood.

I lifted up my shirt to see a deep cut on my side. Did I get stabbed? I thought to myself. That was the only explanation I could think of.

"Stay still, This might sting a bit." Jackson said as he pulled out some wound cleaner and bandages from his pocket.

Jackson carefully started to clean the wound, with his delicate soft hands. His hands where like feathers, soft and delicate. He took a towel and put some rubbing alcohol and dabbing it around the wound. He then unraveled the pain and started to wrap the wound in bandages.

"I'm sorry. We're almost done, Nick." Jackson said with s soft smile.

"Okay, Thanks for helping me." I said as I glanced over at him.

As he finished he returned the bandages and washed his hands. He returned after a second and pulled me closer to him, resting my head on his chest. I could hear hos heart beat thud into his chest. Jackson was like a mother to me, more so a mother friend. He was one of those people who would be over in a second if you needed them. He could also read my mind at times and could tell if something was wrong, even If I didn't talk to him. Jackson also finished fights for me, If I was badly injured.

"Nick, I think I'm gay." Jackson said as he stroked my hair.

"What? Are you sure, Don't you have a girl friend?" I asked a bit confused.

"Well, Yes, but I've been thinking for a while." He said as he stared out the window.

"Oh, I'm okay with that." I said with a soft smile.

Just then his phone started to vibrate. He looked at me and then pulled out his phone from his pocket. He then started to reply to a text message and put his phone back into his pocket.

"I have to go Nick, Dad's not getting any better in the hospital." Jackson said as he picked me up again.

"O-oh...I hope he gets better soon." I said, looking up into his emerald green eyes.

"Yeah, me too. I'll see you later." He said as he walked down the stairs, placed me back onto the sofa and left.

I then got up and walked over to my father, gathering my coat and putting on some boots. I laced my leather boots up and gave my father a smile as I walked out into my fathers truck and climbed in. I then put on my seat belt, and couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with me and Jackson earlier.