(When Alex starts singing, listen to this as you read the part, it feels almost real :3)

“I hope you’re happy that my coffee is now cold.” Victoria sighed as she adjusted the towel around her wet haired head. She walked across the hall to the kitchen, dumping out the rest of the coffee and deciding to make a cup of tea.

Alex snickered from inside the bathroom. “Nice to know you enjoyed that.”

She tried to hide the smirk on her face as she put the kettle of water on the stove. “Just get dressed and then we’ll talk, Gaskarth.”

“Those words sound a bit familiar.” He sneered, remembering the words she had said after her first time with him. He soon flung the bathroom door open in only his jeans he wore the night before. “By the way, I am dressed.”

She furrowed her brow at him. “Where’s your shirt?”

“It has a beer stain on it.” He shrugged, walking into her living room and plopping on the couch.

“Go borrow one of Jack’s.” She threw out while lifting the steaming kettle from the stove top and pouring water into her mug.

“Nah, this is much more cozy.” She heard him say as he shuffled into Jack’s room.

She chuckled to herself as she tossed a teabag in the cup and stirred. Taking a sip, she walked into the living room to see Alex returning from Jack’s room with a guitar and notebook in his hands. “I knew Jack kept the book here …” He mumbled to himself as he sat down and flipped through the pages.

Victoria lofted a brow. “Explanation?”

“I suddenly just got a burst of inspiration.” He grinned and finally found the page he was looking for. His finger glided down the scribbles on the page as he held the acoustic instrument tightly. She could only guess the words were lyrics from afar while he mumbled, “I need to write this down before I forget it.”

She scooted closer to him on the sofa, propping her head on his shoulder. “‘Backseat Serenade?’” She repeated the title at the top of the page.

“We’ve been trying to figure out the chorus for this for weeks, and with ‘Don’t Panic’ coming out in four months, we need this song finished to record.” He smiled to himself as he dropped the pen and held the guitar in the right position. “Okay, I think this will work.”

She moved back and leaned into a pillow on the couch, beckoning him to start playing.

He strummed his fingers across the strings, humming to himself in the most melodic tune Victoria had ever heard.

“Lazy lover,
Find a place for me again.
You felt it once before,
I know you did.
I could see it.

“Whiskey Princess,
Drink me under, pull me in.
You had me at come over, boy,
I need a friend.
I understand.

“Backseat serenade,
Dizzy hurricane.
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone.
You're salty like a summer day.
Kiss the sweat away,
To your radio.

“Backseat serenade,
Little hand grenade.
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone.
You're salty like a summer day.
Kiss the pain away,
To your radio.

“You take me over,
I throw you up against the wall.
We've seen it all before,
But this one's different,
It's deliberate.

“You send me reeling,
Calling out to you for more.
The value of this moment lives in metaphor.
Yeah, through it all.

“Backseat serenade,
Dizzy hurricane.
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone.
You're salty like a summer day.
Kiss the sweat away,
To your radio.

“Backseat serenade,
Little hand grenade.
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone.
You're salty like a summer day.
Kiss the pain away,
To your radio.

“Backseat serenade,
Dizzy hurricane.
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone.
You're salty like a summer day.
Kiss the sweat away,
To your radio.

“Backseat serenade,
Little hand grenade.
Oh, aren't you sick of sleeping alone?
We're salty on a summer day.
Kiss the pain away,
To your radio.”

He ended the melody with a light strum of the last string, looking down at the lyrics and smiling that he actually managed to finish it. Victoria stared at him wide-eyed, muttering, “That has to be your best song yet.”

He gave her a confused look. “You haven’t listened to our other stuff, have you?”

She took a sip of her tea and shrugged. “Is it that obvious?”

He laughed as he set the guitar down and pushed the notebook of lyrics away. He moved a bit closer to her on the couch, pushing a few strands of hair from her face as he said, “If you think the song’s so good, you should be thanking yourself, Hamilton. A muse was just the thing I needed to finish that song.”

“I’m no muse.” She laughed softly and stared down at her cup.

“You are now.” He threw her the familiar lopsided grin that first made her heart melt.

He leaned in close to her, grabbing the hot mug from her hands and setting it down on the coffee table. He could just smell the lemon tea from her breath as it mixed with his own. Before he could, she connected their lips together, entwining her hands in his hair. He smiled into the kiss, realizing what he was missing all these years.

And just before he could wrap her full body in his arms, the door slammed open.

Jack stood in the threshold, staring at his roommate and best friend with wide eyes. (He hid his excitement pretty well.) “Uh …” He laughed a little.

Alex looked down at Victoria shutting her eyes to remain unnoticed and trying not to chuckle. He shook his damp hair, muttering, “Hey, Jack.”

“Hey, Alex.” Jack put his hand in front of his mouth to stop the low laughs.

“I … uh … finished that song finally.”

“Did you?” Jack lifted an eyebrow in mock surprise.

“So …” Alex quickly stood, fake-smiling. “I should get going.” He sprinted from the apartment, grabbing his left over shirt from the bathroom while exclaiming, “Bye, Hamilton!”

Jack finally had the chance to let out his loud snicker, seeing Victoria was doing the same thing. He walked over to her, patting her shoulder as he said in a cheery voice, “You’re so screwed.”

Victoria’s laughter died down as she soon looked at Jack with a sigh. “I know.”

Notes

I had originally wrote the beginning with shower smut but then I realized how bad it was and I cut it out x( Trust me, it wasn't that good.
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