Secrets and Lies
Chapter Thirty Five
One week later
-Jack POV-
Today Alex and I were having a movie day, cuddled up on the couch and eating ridiculous amounts of popcorn and various other junk foods. I had picked the last film; selecting Home Alone and the credits were now rolling on the screen. Alex had already chosen Peter Pan as his movie and he got out from under the blanket to put it into the Xbox and pressing play whilst he sat back down next to me, resting his head on my shoulder.
I had felt pretty bad about lying to him this whole week, I know, I'm the worst boyfriend anyone could ever ask for but actually telling him would be far worse. I played different scenarios in my head of what would happen, I could continue to lie to him, which meant keeping him in my life and also feeding whatever my body craved, or I could tell him that I had lied and probably lose him knowing the things that happened with his brother...I really didn't want Alex to hate me, so I stuck with the first option; just pretending everything was normal.
I turned to look at him a couple of times during the movie to see his childlike expression etched on his face, much like me and my favorite movie; he was mouthing the words at the same time as the characters and his eyes were constantly lit up, full of happiness like a kid on Christmas morning. He told me about how pleased he was when his friend Rian didn't even bat an eyelid when he told him about us, I still had yet to meet him, but I suppose it'll all happen in good time.
Peter Pan was never really my thing so I spend the whole time daydreaming, and before I knew it Alex was shaking me; telling me the film had finished and that he was hungry; his stomach rumbling right on cue.
''What time is it?'' I asked, not sure on how long we'd been glued to the couch.
''Uhh..'' Alex picked up his phone from the table and pressed the home button. ''Six. Can we have pizza or something...I'm really in the mood for pizza.''
''We don't have pizza-''
''Take out?'' He questioned interrupting me.
''They closed down like, two weeks ago, remember?'' I laughed, nudging him with a smile on my face.
''Dammit.'' He muttered, lolling his head back onto the back of the couch.
The next thing that came into my head was the potential for distaster, or just really fun, but the guy wanted pizza. ''We could make our own? We have the ingredients for it.''
The kitchen was a mess. Bowls of cheese scattered everywhere whilst we were grating it, tomato paste smeared on the counter-tops and a few patched of flour on the floor that we had spilled. We had now rolled out our dough to use as the base when my phone rang; playing 'Daydream Away'.
''You know how creepy that is, right?'' Alex laughed, grabbing a knife from the cutlery drawer and handing it to me.
''Don't care. It's a good song,'' I smirked, putting some of the puree onto the dough and starting to spread it out evenly. ''Who is it?'' I asked Alex as he went to look at the caller ID.
''Vic...d'ya want me to answer it?''
''For sure.'' I replied, focussing on the task in front of me, hearing Alex's soft voice in the background.
''Hey'' pause ''oh awesome'' pause ''yeah that's fine dude'' pause ''we're in the middle of cooking but now's good'' pause ''sweet''
''What did Fuentits want?'' I asked, still looking at the pizza in front of me, sprinkling some of the chedder on top.
He walked back over to me and grabbed some more cheese from the bowl and putting it on top. ''Something about he's got a day off from tour so he wanted to come hang for a few hours as Jaime is on his man period.''
''Right?'' I asked, signalling for him to carry on.
''I said that of course he can come over and he'll be here soon.'' He smiled, looking at the food in front of us.
''Awesome!" I spoke excitedly, I hadn't seen him in ages.
I picked up the bowl to put in the sink, along with the knife and other few bits and pieces whilst turning on the oven to the appropriate temperature.
''Can you put the flour back in the cupboard?'' I asked Alex as I turned back around and closing the oven door. ''Be careful though as the bottom-''
Right on time, the bottom of the bag split open and the contents covered the floor in a big puff of smoke, also landing on his clothes. He let out an angry sigh before slamming the bag on the kitchen side and going to get the broom to clean it up.
It was hilarious, I had to bite my tongue in order to stop from laughing, but I couldn't hold it in any longer and I sniggered, tears forming in the corners of my eyes and I put my hand over my mouth.
''Oh, think it's funny do you?!'' He asked.
''Actually, yeah.'' I chuckled, now letting my laughter all out, not holding back.
''What about...this?'' He bent down, picked up a handful of the flour and threw it at me, getting on my top, but mostly on my mouth and neck, a huge grin now breaking out on to his face.
''Oh, you are so dead Gaskarth!" I yelled, running over to the pile of white powder and hurling it at him, the both of us getting into a huge food fight; it was everywhere, mostly on Alex though, he had it in his hair, on his face, all over hos clothes and he looked like a ghost. Luckily, he wasn't a very good shot so I wasn't nearly as bad off as him. Once there was no pile of flour left, I chased him around the kitchen and pinned him up against the fridge, tickling his sides and making him squirm with that adorable laugh he has.
Before I knew it, the beeper was going off on the cooker, telling us our dinner was ready so I stopped attacking his sides and put on an oven glove and taking out the tray with our pretty damn good looking pizza on. Alex set two plates on the side next to me and the roller thing you use to cute pizza - whatever it's called. When the pizza was cut up into 8 segments, Alex piled his four slices on his plate and sat down at the breakfast bar opposite, not leaving the kitchen in fear of leaving a trail of flour wherever he went.
As I sat down next to him Vic let himself in, like he always did when he came over and came into the room, his eyes widened as he saw the mess surrounding us.
''You said you were cooking, not redecorating with food.'' He laughed, sitting on the counter and facing us.
''He started it!" I responded, shooting my boyfriend a cheesy grin.
He just rolled his eyes and took another bite of his meal.
After the pair of us had finished eating Vic helped us to clean up the kitchen whilst we just chatted away. It turns out he has a show here tomorrow so he had the day off and Jaime was in one of his moods so he wanted to get away for a few hours, which of course I didn't mind. When the room was fairly tidy, Alex excused himself to go and take a shower seeing as he didn't want to be 'flour-man' anymore and gave me a quick kiss, earning a soft ''awwww'' from Vic as he walked out of the room.
I went into the lounge with Vic and Alex headed upstairs and I heard the water start to run, signalling that it was safe now. ''Dude, do you have the stuff?'' I whispered, looking around us just to be sure.
''Mhm.'' He hummed as he took the small bag out of his back pocket and handed it to me.
''Cheers bro.'' I replied, handing him the money for my dirty little secret.
We sat watching the TV for a couple of minutes, some sitcom playing before he spoke up again.
''So, you not going to tell him then?'' He asked
I bit my lip and ran a hand through my hair. ''He's not like Jaime dude....he won't be as understanding.''
He let out a small laugh before answering. ''He's not understanding at all Jack...why do you think I'm here?'' He said, now facing the TV again.
''Wait...you guys broke up?'' I asked confused.
''No. He just knows how bad I get on tour. Funny thing is, I know he won't leave me for it as he knew I was into it before we even started dating...''
''Yeah, Alex ain't like that...he fucking hates it, and I mean hate.''
I wasn't going to go into detail about his reasons because that was Alex's personal life, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want me to go around telling people, so I settled on saying that he lost someone to it. We carried on watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S for another 20 or so minutes before Alex came charging down the stairs, stamping his feet, sweats riding low on his hips and shirtless, although he was smeared in a white paste/powder....and he looked as if he had saw red.
''Fuck you, you twat! We're done!" He screamed, throwing something at me and it hitting me quite forcefully. I looked down in my lap and I tensed when I saw the bottle of baby powder. Shit. Is that what he's covered in?
''Lex, please wait I can explain!" I said standing up and following him out of the living room as he was making his way to the stairs.
''NO!" He yelled. ''After everything I fucking told you, and you still fucking lied....TO MY FACE!"
I continued following him up the stairs towards our bedroom as he grabbed a bag from the closet and putting it on the bed. ''I'm sorry Lex, I'm really fucking sorry I-''
''I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses, I'm out of here. It's over Jack.'' He bellowed, throwing his clothes into the bag and pulling a tee over his head.
I didn't ever in a billion years think it would get out this way and for him to leave; well I always knew he would, there was just that part inside of me that held on to the small bit of hope that thought he would stay. I couldn't hold in my frustration of how stupid I had been and let it out in one swift hit to the door, punching a hole right through to the other side, a sharp pain shooting up my arm as I did and pulled away to it dripping blood.
Alex grabbed his keys from the desk and unhooked the house one, throwing it at my feet and pushing past me to leave. Of course, I chased him, begging him not to leave, that I would honestly change now, he didn't even reply to me, said nothing to Vic as he walked through the lounge and slamming the door behind him. I pressed my back hard on to the back of the door, slumping down and holding my head in my hands, tears streaming down my face faster than Niagara Falls.
I felt so fucking bad, I lied to the person I care most about, and now he's gone without so much as a goodbye....not that I deserved one. It felt like someone had ripped my heart from right out of my chest and threw in into a pit of spikes in front of me and laughing hysterically, not giving a single care in the world at the pain I was in.
An arm wrapped around my shoulders and leaned against me. I shot my head up hopefully, thinking it was Alex, that he had come back, but it wasn't...it was Vic, comforting me and telling me that if we were meant to be, he'd come back to me.
''I-I can't b-be without him Vic...I ju-just can't.'' I sobbed, dampening his shirt with my tears.
''I know Jack, I know.'' He whispered, kissing the top of my head.
-Jack POV-
Today Alex and I were having a movie day, cuddled up on the couch and eating ridiculous amounts of popcorn and various other junk foods. I had picked the last film; selecting Home Alone and the credits were now rolling on the screen. Alex had already chosen Peter Pan as his movie and he got out from under the blanket to put it into the Xbox and pressing play whilst he sat back down next to me, resting his head on my shoulder.
I had felt pretty bad about lying to him this whole week, I know, I'm the worst boyfriend anyone could ever ask for but actually telling him would be far worse. I played different scenarios in my head of what would happen, I could continue to lie to him, which meant keeping him in my life and also feeding whatever my body craved, or I could tell him that I had lied and probably lose him knowing the things that happened with his brother...I really didn't want Alex to hate me, so I stuck with the first option; just pretending everything was normal.
I turned to look at him a couple of times during the movie to see his childlike expression etched on his face, much like me and my favorite movie; he was mouthing the words at the same time as the characters and his eyes were constantly lit up, full of happiness like a kid on Christmas morning. He told me about how pleased he was when his friend Rian didn't even bat an eyelid when he told him about us, I still had yet to meet him, but I suppose it'll all happen in good time.
Peter Pan was never really my thing so I spend the whole time daydreaming, and before I knew it Alex was shaking me; telling me the film had finished and that he was hungry; his stomach rumbling right on cue.
''What time is it?'' I asked, not sure on how long we'd been glued to the couch.
''Uhh..'' Alex picked up his phone from the table and pressed the home button. ''Six. Can we have pizza or something...I'm really in the mood for pizza.''
''We don't have pizza-''
''Take out?'' He questioned interrupting me.
''They closed down like, two weeks ago, remember?'' I laughed, nudging him with a smile on my face.
''Dammit.'' He muttered, lolling his head back onto the back of the couch.
The next thing that came into my head was the potential for distaster, or just really fun, but the guy wanted pizza. ''We could make our own? We have the ingredients for it.''
The kitchen was a mess. Bowls of cheese scattered everywhere whilst we were grating it, tomato paste smeared on the counter-tops and a few patched of flour on the floor that we had spilled. We had now rolled out our dough to use as the base when my phone rang; playing 'Daydream Away'.
''You know how creepy that is, right?'' Alex laughed, grabbing a knife from the cutlery drawer and handing it to me.
''Don't care. It's a good song,'' I smirked, putting some of the puree onto the dough and starting to spread it out evenly. ''Who is it?'' I asked Alex as he went to look at the caller ID.
''Vic...d'ya want me to answer it?''
''For sure.'' I replied, focussing on the task in front of me, hearing Alex's soft voice in the background.
''Hey'' pause ''oh awesome'' pause ''yeah that's fine dude'' pause ''we're in the middle of cooking but now's good'' pause ''sweet''
''What did Fuentits want?'' I asked, still looking at the pizza in front of me, sprinkling some of the chedder on top.
He walked back over to me and grabbed some more cheese from the bowl and putting it on top. ''Something about he's got a day off from tour so he wanted to come hang for a few hours as Jaime is on his man period.''
''Right?'' I asked, signalling for him to carry on.
''I said that of course he can come over and he'll be here soon.'' He smiled, looking at the food in front of us.
''Awesome!" I spoke excitedly, I hadn't seen him in ages.
I picked up the bowl to put in the sink, along with the knife and other few bits and pieces whilst turning on the oven to the appropriate temperature.
''Can you put the flour back in the cupboard?'' I asked Alex as I turned back around and closing the oven door. ''Be careful though as the bottom-''
Right on time, the bottom of the bag split open and the contents covered the floor in a big puff of smoke, also landing on his clothes. He let out an angry sigh before slamming the bag on the kitchen side and going to get the broom to clean it up.
It was hilarious, I had to bite my tongue in order to stop from laughing, but I couldn't hold it in any longer and I sniggered, tears forming in the corners of my eyes and I put my hand over my mouth.
''Oh, think it's funny do you?!'' He asked.
''Actually, yeah.'' I chuckled, now letting my laughter all out, not holding back.
''What about...this?'' He bent down, picked up a handful of the flour and threw it at me, getting on my top, but mostly on my mouth and neck, a huge grin now breaking out on to his face.
''Oh, you are so dead Gaskarth!" I yelled, running over to the pile of white powder and hurling it at him, the both of us getting into a huge food fight; it was everywhere, mostly on Alex though, he had it in his hair, on his face, all over hos clothes and he looked like a ghost. Luckily, he wasn't a very good shot so I wasn't nearly as bad off as him. Once there was no pile of flour left, I chased him around the kitchen and pinned him up against the fridge, tickling his sides and making him squirm with that adorable laugh he has.
Before I knew it, the beeper was going off on the cooker, telling us our dinner was ready so I stopped attacking his sides and put on an oven glove and taking out the tray with our pretty damn good looking pizza on. Alex set two plates on the side next to me and the roller thing you use to cute pizza - whatever it's called. When the pizza was cut up into 8 segments, Alex piled his four slices on his plate and sat down at the breakfast bar opposite, not leaving the kitchen in fear of leaving a trail of flour wherever he went.
As I sat down next to him Vic let himself in, like he always did when he came over and came into the room, his eyes widened as he saw the mess surrounding us.
''You said you were cooking, not redecorating with food.'' He laughed, sitting on the counter and facing us.
''He started it!" I responded, shooting my boyfriend a cheesy grin.
He just rolled his eyes and took another bite of his meal.
After the pair of us had finished eating Vic helped us to clean up the kitchen whilst we just chatted away. It turns out he has a show here tomorrow so he had the day off and Jaime was in one of his moods so he wanted to get away for a few hours, which of course I didn't mind. When the room was fairly tidy, Alex excused himself to go and take a shower seeing as he didn't want to be 'flour-man' anymore and gave me a quick kiss, earning a soft ''awwww'' from Vic as he walked out of the room.
I went into the lounge with Vic and Alex headed upstairs and I heard the water start to run, signalling that it was safe now. ''Dude, do you have the stuff?'' I whispered, looking around us just to be sure.
''Mhm.'' He hummed as he took the small bag out of his back pocket and handed it to me.
''Cheers bro.'' I replied, handing him the money for my dirty little secret.
We sat watching the TV for a couple of minutes, some sitcom playing before he spoke up again.
''So, you not going to tell him then?'' He asked
I bit my lip and ran a hand through my hair. ''He's not like Jaime dude....he won't be as understanding.''
He let out a small laugh before answering. ''He's not understanding at all Jack...why do you think I'm here?'' He said, now facing the TV again.
''Wait...you guys broke up?'' I asked confused.
''No. He just knows how bad I get on tour. Funny thing is, I know he won't leave me for it as he knew I was into it before we even started dating...''
''Yeah, Alex ain't like that...he fucking hates it, and I mean hate.''
I wasn't going to go into detail about his reasons because that was Alex's personal life, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want me to go around telling people, so I settled on saying that he lost someone to it. We carried on watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S for another 20 or so minutes before Alex came charging down the stairs, stamping his feet, sweats riding low on his hips and shirtless, although he was smeared in a white paste/powder....and he looked as if he had saw red.
''Fuck you, you twat! We're done!" He screamed, throwing something at me and it hitting me quite forcefully. I looked down in my lap and I tensed when I saw the bottle of baby powder. Shit. Is that what he's covered in?
''Lex, please wait I can explain!" I said standing up and following him out of the living room as he was making his way to the stairs.
''NO!" He yelled. ''After everything I fucking told you, and you still fucking lied....TO MY FACE!"
I continued following him up the stairs towards our bedroom as he grabbed a bag from the closet and putting it on the bed. ''I'm sorry Lex, I'm really fucking sorry I-''
''I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses, I'm out of here. It's over Jack.'' He bellowed, throwing his clothes into the bag and pulling a tee over his head.
I didn't ever in a billion years think it would get out this way and for him to leave; well I always knew he would, there was just that part inside of me that held on to the small bit of hope that thought he would stay. I couldn't hold in my frustration of how stupid I had been and let it out in one swift hit to the door, punching a hole right through to the other side, a sharp pain shooting up my arm as I did and pulled away to it dripping blood.
Alex grabbed his keys from the desk and unhooked the house one, throwing it at my feet and pushing past me to leave. Of course, I chased him, begging him not to leave, that I would honestly change now, he didn't even reply to me, said nothing to Vic as he walked through the lounge and slamming the door behind him. I pressed my back hard on to the back of the door, slumping down and holding my head in my hands, tears streaming down my face faster than Niagara Falls.
I felt so fucking bad, I lied to the person I care most about, and now he's gone without so much as a goodbye....not that I deserved one. It felt like someone had ripped my heart from right out of my chest and threw in into a pit of spikes in front of me and laughing hysterically, not giving a single care in the world at the pain I was in.
An arm wrapped around my shoulders and leaned against me. I shot my head up hopefully, thinking it was Alex, that he had come back, but it wasn't...it was Vic, comforting me and telling me that if we were meant to be, he'd come back to me.
''I-I can't b-be without him Vic...I ju-just can't.'' I sobbed, dampening his shirt with my tears.
''I know Jack, I know.'' He whispered, kissing the top of my head.
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I broke Jalex ;-; unfPlease don't hate me D:
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