-Jack POV-

As I unlocked the door and showed Alex in, I saw his eyes light up like a kid in a sweet shop. He ran straight over to my Gibson hung on the left wall, sliding his finger over the frets.

"Can you play?" I asked him, closing the door and setting my keys down on the breakfast bar.

He turned around to face me, eyes gleaming as he pushed his fringe out of the way. "A little, but I'm not much good." He sat down on the corner of my couch, trying to relax a little.

I walked over to the guitar which he was just admiring, picked it from the wall and grabbed my favourite acoustic. I handed Alex the Gibson and sat opposite him on the coffee table. "So, how about that little jam we mentioned earlier?" I said, positioning my index finger on the second fret and ring finger on the fourth. I slowly started strumming.

"Uh, sure, what do you wanna play?" He asked nervously.

It clicked. I started to play one of my favourite Jimmy Eat World songs ever, The Middle. I wasn't much of a singer, but I didn't really care, I was Jack fucking Barakat.

Hey, don't write yourself off yet,
Its only in your head you feel left out,
Or looked down on.
Just try your best,
Try everything you can,
and don't you worry what they tell themselves,
when you're away.

By the middle of that verse, Alex was strumming along too, really getting into it, I opened my mouth, about to start the chorus, when something amazing happened, Alex sang.

It just takes some time,
little girl you're in the middle of the ride,
everything, everything will be just fine,
everything, everything will be alright.

I stopped strumming. I just watched him carry on solo. He said he wasn't that good? He can play exceptionally AND he could sing. And I don't mean just sing, I mean, he could SING.

I let him finish before clapping slowly, still amazed. "Why are you hairdressing when you can do stuff like that Alex, that was great!"

He looked up from the guitar, obviously forgetting I was in the room. "It's a tough industry, I don't stand a chance."

"Have you actually tried to get into it?"

"Well, n-no, but there's no point I there, so I'll save myself the embarrassment" he sighed.

I really don't know why he was being so down on himself, he was really talented. "...keep it. The guitar, it's yours." I smiled.

"Wait what why?" Alex exclaimed.

I shrugged. I wanted to give him hope, something to remind him of the time someone believed in his ability. "I was going to get rid of it anyway, I've just ordered a new one....besides, it suits you, red isn't my colour at all."

"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" Alex beamed, hugging me with a tight grip.

Holy shit. Alex was touching me, I considered kissing his cheek but decided not to. "You're welcome," I said, finally hugging him back. After a few seconds he pulled away, still with a huge smile plastered across his face, goddamn it he was beautiful. "Want a beer?"

-Alex POV-

Jack gave me his guitar. HIS OWN GUITAR. Like, a guitar that he took on tour, that he played with Green Day and Fall Out Boy. HOLY SHIT. I just realised I was hugging him. I was hugging Jack Barakat. I wasn't sure if I should be happy because he was like, famous, or the fact that I was touching a gay person, regardless, it didn't bother me. I was embracing it more now, the fact that he said I wasn't his type made me calm down about it a lot more.

"Want a beer?" Jack asked me as I pulled away from our hug.

"Fuck yes, I could do with a drink...an maybe some video games?" I replied smiling. He nodded and walked over to the huge silver fridge getting a few bottles out. I though seeing as he was taking care of that I'd put the Xbox on, "Fifa or CoD," I called out. "Whichever!" He shouted back. Fifa it was.
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it was about midnight now and it was safe to say we were both pissed as hell. We'd turned off the console about a half hour ago and set up a few rounds of beer pong.

We both sat back on the couch, heads rested on the back. Jack was just laughing t nothing and I was singing to myself. "You do have a beautiful voice Lex, you know that, right?"

I turned to look at him. "You called me Lex!" I slurred.

A sudden look of realisation hit him and he apologised.

"It's fine, honestly. I actually quite like it." I laughed punching his shoulder playfully.

"I can't figure you out Alex, and it's really been bugging me.....what's your story?" He asked, getting all serious.

How was I meant to answer that without ranting for about an hour non stop. "H-how do you mean?"

He rolled his eyes. "I meeeeeean, what goes on in that head of yours? What's going on?"

"you know what Jack, I really don't know. All I know is I live and breath for music, but it ain't gonna happen and it fucking sucks, man!" I looked him in the eyes when I said that. "I-I just don't know what to do with myself, and I don't know who I am-"
I was cut off by Jack kissing me. My hand reached up to his chest to push him away, but I stopped myself.

Because it just didn't feel wrong at all.

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