Make a wish on our sorry little hearts
Prologue; Alex
Today has sucked. Completely and utterly sucked. Everything I have to do without Jack generally does. He’s just so adorable and funny and good looking and erm... yeah. So basically I’m in Biology and Lisa has her hand on my thigh, this is not good by the way. She’s rubbing it dangerously close to my dick and I do nOT like it. Vinny’s noticed and has sent a wink in my direction, I sigh deeply before the bell rings and a smile tugs the corners of my lips up.
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I have now taken my position in a beanbag, with my guitar, wishing Jack was here. God I need to find a life then proceed to use it. I pulled out my phone and checked twitter, my whole page plastered with Jack fangirling over Mufasa (from The Lion King). I giggled softly before pushing my phone back in my extremely tight pocket. So basically my name’s Alexander William Gaskarth, but call me Alexander and there is a slight chance you will live for approximately ten seconds longer. So yeah, my name’s Alex and I’m in love with my best friend. It really sucks because Jack is as straight as, er, a pole? I don’t know I suck at similes and just English in general. The only thing I slightly excel in is Music, and I even suck at that. Like I can only play guitar and sing, badly, but nobody knows I can “sing”. I spend my life mostly eating pop tarts and listening to music. Anything related to music basically fills the very big empty gaps in my life. I have one best friend, which is Jack. I also have another close friend called Robert but he prefers Rian (which is his middle name). I’m originally from Essex but I moved here when I was like six or something. I have a brother, Thomas, and obviously parents. My brother is like this massive alcoholic though, which pretty much sucks. I’m sad 90% of the time, the other 10% is when I’m with Jack. I don’t self harm or anything but I’ve sure had thoughts. I still remember the night I told jack that I wanted to cut and he told me to come to his house and we spent the whole night spooning.
I never realised I was staring at nothing until Rian collided his hand with my face.
“Hey, Alex, you still on earth?” Rian said, crouching beside me.
“Oh yeah, what’s up?” I replied.
“Well for the class project I thought maybe you me and Jack could do something?” Rian said playing his drum sticks on his knees.
“Oh yeah of course.” I said.
“I mean I thought Jack could sing, you could play guitar and I’d play drums, y’know?” I nodded with my lips pursed tightly into a smile. Oh and have I mentioned that Jack has the most perfect voice. Rian’s wondered off somewhere and I don’t really care, I prefer to dream about Jack alone. I’m pretty sure Rian’s curious about whatever’s going on but he never mentions anything. That’s probably because nothing is going on except that I’m hiding my feelings by having a girlfriend and replacing her face with Jack’s every time I kiss her. If you haven’t realised my life sucks, it completely sucks. I mean it could be a lot worse but it could be a good deal better.
So to summarise I’m a sixteen year old boy who is hopelessly in love with his best friend.
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I have now taken my position in a beanbag, with my guitar, wishing Jack was here. God I need to find a life then proceed to use it. I pulled out my phone and checked twitter, my whole page plastered with Jack fangirling over Mufasa (from The Lion King). I giggled softly before pushing my phone back in my extremely tight pocket. So basically my name’s Alexander William Gaskarth, but call me Alexander and there is a slight chance you will live for approximately ten seconds longer. So yeah, my name’s Alex and I’m in love with my best friend. It really sucks because Jack is as straight as, er, a pole? I don’t know I suck at similes and just English in general. The only thing I slightly excel in is Music, and I even suck at that. Like I can only play guitar and sing, badly, but nobody knows I can “sing”. I spend my life mostly eating pop tarts and listening to music. Anything related to music basically fills the very big empty gaps in my life. I have one best friend, which is Jack. I also have another close friend called Robert but he prefers Rian (which is his middle name). I’m originally from Essex but I moved here when I was like six or something. I have a brother, Thomas, and obviously parents. My brother is like this massive alcoholic though, which pretty much sucks. I’m sad 90% of the time, the other 10% is when I’m with Jack. I don’t self harm or anything but I’ve sure had thoughts. I still remember the night I told jack that I wanted to cut and he told me to come to his house and we spent the whole night spooning.
I never realised I was staring at nothing until Rian collided his hand with my face.
“Hey, Alex, you still on earth?” Rian said, crouching beside me.
“Oh yeah, what’s up?” I replied.
“Well for the class project I thought maybe you me and Jack could do something?” Rian said playing his drum sticks on his knees.
“Oh yeah of course.” I said.
“I mean I thought Jack could sing, you could play guitar and I’d play drums, y’know?” I nodded with my lips pursed tightly into a smile. Oh and have I mentioned that Jack has the most perfect voice. Rian’s wondered off somewhere and I don’t really care, I prefer to dream about Jack alone. I’m pretty sure Rian’s curious about whatever’s going on but he never mentions anything. That’s probably because nothing is going on except that I’m hiding my feelings by having a girlfriend and replacing her face with Jack’s every time I kiss her. If you haven’t realised my life sucks, it completely sucks. I mean it could be a lot worse but it could be a good deal better.
So to summarise I’m a sixteen year old boy who is hopelessly in love with his best friend.
9/12/13