*Alex's P.O.V*

Days flew faster when I was with Jack. We've been friends for like a month , but it seemed like we've been for ages. He knows me pretty well, and I know him pretty well, too. Jack and I started to make covers of our favourite bands when I discovered he played the guitar. He plays and I sing. I play the guitar too, but I like a way lot better how he does. I was so happy with him.

Until one day.

"No, Alex, this relationship can't keep going..." Lisa was crying. What had I made wrong?

"But... but why?" I asked, shocked. Next month would be our two years anniversary, why did she left me like this?

"I love you Alex, okay? Don't forget that. But I... I think that you aren't happy with me. Since this guy named Jack came in I think that you..." she started sobbing heavily. "...That you preffer him."

"Lizzy, wait! No! You're getting things wrong!" I grabbed her hand and I looked her directly to her eyes. "I love you, you know that, right?" she nodded. "So why are you doubting me? The thing with Jack is that... he's the best friend I had in a couple of years..."

"I'm sorry Lexy. I understand, I swear I do. But I think we should take some time." she softly kissed me. "But I want to see new people, see how things go without you... You can see new people too, I want you to." she kissed me again, and then she stroked my cheek. She turned around and leaved me there in the park, alone.

I sat at a bench and started crying. I stayed there like for an hour, when I felt someone patted my back. "Hey, don't cry. What would Robert Smith think about you if he saw you like this? Boys don't cry, man." Jack. He was the only person in this whole entire world that would say something like that in a moment like this.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, but I didn't look at him.

"Lisa called me. She told me that she had just brake up with you, but that you weren't okay with it. This wasn't the reaction she was expecting, so she asked me if I could come here to comfort you or something like that."

"What reaction was she expecting?! To me jumping in the middle of the street?!" I was getting mad. Jack shrugged. He sat next to me and I started crying as he wrapped me with his arms. I told him everything, our first date, when I told her about my feelings, when I met her parents... everything. After a while, I heard Jack sobbing.

"J-jack? Why are you crying? I-I said something wrong?" I sat up and looked at him.

"No... it's just that... this is all my fault. Lisa told me. She thought that it would be better if you spended time with me 'cause she thinks that I need you more than she needs you. And maybe that's true, maybe I've been all alone for a while and I need you, maybe, but that isn't an excuse for you to suffer like this. I'm so, so sorry Alex I really-" I kissed him.

It was all too fast for me to realize what I was doing. I just wanted him to shut up, because it wasn't his fault that I was suffering, and I thought that was the only way to do so... I pulled away. Jack's eyes were so big, they expressed shock, his body was tense. But his cheeks were painted with a reddish color. He wasn't expecting me to do so, me neither. "I'm sorry Jack." I stood up and left the park with an astonished Jack behind.



Two weeks had passed since the park incident. Two weeks had past since I last talked to Jack.

I wasn't going to school, nor making contact with him. When he came home, my mom told him I was locked up in my room without talking to anybody. I couldn't talk to him. I couldn't. I really wanted to, but I couldn't.

I had kissed him, yeah I did. At first I was so exicted about it, his lips were so soft... but he hadn't kiss me back. That meant he was straight, or that he didn't like me at all. I ruined our whole friendship because of my stupid mind.

The day Lisa left me, the day Jack conforted me, I realized I had a crush on him. Maybe it wasn't too big, but I had it. And I hated him for that. I was straight, I was sure about it. I loved girls with big boobs and long hair and cute faces. I didn't like boys. But, why did I like Jack? Maybe he was an exception.

I looked up at my brist with dry blood. I looked at the sheets, full of more dry blood. I looked at the floor, where the razor had landed the night before. Now, I hated Jack even more.

Notes

Heeey~ Sorry for the ending, I wasn't expecting that -u-.
But don't worry, I promise this fic will have a happy ending, I swear.
So, sorry for not updating in about two weeks, I was too busy with exams and stuff. But now I'm on holidays so I'll have time to update more frequently.
You guys told me I was rushing things, and I knew it. So... well, I changed some things that will happen next so things go slower.

Thank you for reading, love you guys<3