"Alex, I don't want to seem like I'm trying to push my way into your business, but you're acting really weird."

Bass was thumping through the house again, and even through his tightly shut door, Alexander could hear the sound of his friends cheering each other on in their game of beer pong. A part of him wished he had stayed downstairs where he could grab a beer anytime he wanted one, but Lisa had insisted they go upstairs for some 'alone' time. It seemed like a good idea when she was pulling on his shirt and sucking on his neck, but once their bodies hit the bed, he found he had no desire to get off tonight.

"I know, I'm sorry Lis. I'm just worried about Jack."

"You're worried about Jack," Lisa grunted, wrapping her arms around his chest. "I'm standing here in nothing but my underwear, Al. Maybe you should focus on Jack later."

"You don't get it," Alex sighed, grabbing her hands and holding them tightly in his own. "He's down there with Tosh."

"Isn't she the one who broke-up with him?" Lisa tilted her head a little, furrowing her brows as she tried to remember more about the girl. "I remember being friends with her back then. She told all of us he was gay."

"That's my point exactly. Why on Earth would he want to put himself in that position again?"

"Beats me. Maybe he's just lonely."

"I guess so. I mean, I did tell him he needed to brach out a little. Maybe he's just sick of being alone, and she's familiar."

"Well there ya go," Lisa smirked, pulling her hands free from Alex so they could explore his half-naked body again. "Let me take your mind off of it."

More willing this time, Alex allowed Lisa to shove his body on the bed. He relaxed into the mattress as she climbed on top of him, trailing kisses from his neck down to his boxers. Her small hands began to pull on the fabric, teasing him to no end as her hot breath landed on his member. Alex moaned a little, throwing his head back and closing his eyes while her hands released his erection from his clothing.

She pumped him a few times with her fist, but let go quickly after another moan. Lisa slithered up his body, grinding into him as his fingers found the clasps of her bra. He was just about to toss it to the side when he heard a loud banging noise outside of his room. He shot Lisa a confused glance, but the girl simply shrugged her shoulders and tried to kiss him again.

"Shut the fuck up!"

This time, Alex pushed her small body off of him. He dragged himself off of the bed and flipped the light on, scanning the floor for his jeans and tee-shirt. He put them on quickly and shot an apologetic look to Lisa, who looked as though she was about to cry. He wanted to say something to her, but when another bang echoed off walls, he knew he didn't have time to tell her he was sorry.

Alex flew out of his bedroom. A knot formed in his throat when he saw Jack standing just outside of the guest bedroom, a bottle of vodka in his hand, and his fist raised to a much smaller boy. What the fuck was he doing? Jack never fights, it's just not who he is. Espeically not with someone half his size.

"What's going on?"

"Your fucking faggot boyfriend thinks he can kick my ass," the short boy laughed, a cold glare on his face. "Come on, pussy, hit me!"

Boyfriend?

Alex shook his head, feeling the knot in his throat move to his stomach. There was no way he'd been upstairs with Lisa for more than an hour, how the Hell did a fight break out in that short amount of time? Furthermore, who let that little fucker in his home?

His thoughts were broken when he heard the smaller boy cry out in pain. There was blood shooting from his nose, but Jack didn't appear to be finished just yet. He climbed on top of the boy, just about to punch him again, when a small blonde pushed Alex out of the way to get in the middle of the fight. Alex watched carefully as she grabbed Jack by the shirt, yanking him to his feet and throwing him against a wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Jack?"

"What's wrong with me?" Jack slurred, an intoxicated smile on his lips. "He started it."

"Bro, where'd you get that vodka?" Alex stepped forward, feeling uncomfortable and confused.

"No, I don't think so," Tosh turned her attention to Alex. He'd never seen her look so angry. "Let me handle this, Gaskarth."

"Ya know what, Tosh? It's my house, and he's my best friend. I think I know him a little better than you do. I can calm him down easier."

"Oh really? Then where the fuck were you when that little shithead started running his mouth? Where the fuck where you when Jack punched him?"

"I-I was-"

"You were trying to get laid."

Tosh gripped Jack's shirt roughly and began shoving him into the guest bedroom. Her face was bright red, and if looks could kill, Alex would be deadman.

"You know what, Gaskarth? Maybe if you would pull that pretty little head out of your ass, you could figure out why I'm here in the first place. I grew up, it's your fucking turn."

"What the Hell does that mean? It's your fault he's getting called a faggot in the first place!"

"Oh yeah, blame it all on me," Tosh laughed coldy, pushing Jack all the way in the room. She slammed the door shut, keeping a strong grip on the door knob so Jack couldn't get out. "You really don't know Jack, do you?"

"I'd like to think I know him better than anyone else."

"Then tell me, Alex, why am I here?"

"I don't fucking know. I don't know why Jack would want anything to do with you."

"See, that's the thing I don't like about you, Gaskarth. You and all of you friends. When Jack and I broke up, you all instantly pinned me down as the bad guy. Did any of you actually take the time to talk to Jack? To figure out what happened?"

"Well, I mean, we just assumed.."

"Exactly. Now Jack is probably an emotional wreck in there, and I've got to go deal with it. This should be you, Alex, not me."