Think Happy Thoughts
Tomorrow We'll Do It Again [Parts 1&2]
-Alex's POV-
Umph
I ran into something, hard. It easily gave way under my weight, a bell ringing overhead somewhere. I landed on the ground with a thump. Oh..a door.... right. My head spun, longing for the bottle I had dropped during my journey through the Baltimore streets. My mouth felt dry and my tongue rested heavily. Tingles filled my limbs. I didn't dare get up though. I didn't care where I was or who was watching. Movement would not end well. My head still throbbed as my eyelids turned heavy, and it was no surprise that I quickly fell into a unconscious state.
-Jack's POV-
I was finishing up with the last of my customers at the bar I owned, Jagk's; my pride and joy. I served a few final drinks, with it nearly being one in the morning and all (Jagk's closes whenever I feel like it should). Right as I rinsed the last glass (and took a shot myself), a figure stumbled through the door. He groaned and fell to the floor, unconscious.
I ran over and tried to help him up, pulling him over to a booth near the door.
"Dude? You okay?...... Hellooo?" I waved a hand in front of his face. Dammit, till unconscious.
I sighed and sat him upright in the booth and kicked out Old Bill and his slut of the night. Chuckling as she tripped over her ridiculous heels and onto the sidewalk, where her boobs fell out of her shirt when she tried to stand up.
I walked back over to the mysterious stranger.
He looked like he was waking up so I sat across from him
"Dude? Are you alright?" He only groaned in response.
"Alright. Come on. I'm not letting you go home in this state. You're coming with me." I lifted him up from the booth and and slung his arm over my shoulder, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him to my car parked outside. After struggling for a few minutes, I finally got him seated and buckled in. Hurrying, I ran back to the bar. I had to turn off the lights and lock the door. My electric bill is high enough thank you, and this isn't exactly the best neighborhood. After dropping my keys and fussing with my seat belt, I finally started the car and drove to my small abode.
By the time I had driven and parked outside of my apartment building, the man was slowly becoming more and more aware of his surroundings.I got out and walked around, helping him out of the car and up to my apartment. Opening the door, I gently led him to my leather couch so I could get myself a drink. I couldn't decide whether to get him one or not, seeing as though he still was still kind of 'out of it' for lack of better words.
I walked to the kitchen and heard a groan.
"Where....where am I?" The man slurred, still slightly drunk.
"You're at my apartment. You crashed through my bar and passed out. So I helped you up here. I didn't want you to go home drunk" I explained "I'm Jack, Jack Barakat,"
"Alex Gaskarth," the man nodded slowly and stuck out his hand."But you can call me Lex"
I took it and shook it softly.
"So... This is your apartment?" Alex looked around. "You're not gonna kill me, are you?"
"No bro. I really couldn't do that. I don't even eat meat." I smiled a little and Alex visibly relaxed and chuckled a bit.
"So, I'm gonna have to pay you for helping me..." Alex sighed as if he was used to saying this, "I don't have money. But I can do this" he placed a hand on my thigh and started rubbing.
I jumped away.
"Uhh n-no. You don't need to do that." I stuttered. Sure, I was gay. And yeah, Alex is fucking hot (10/10 would bang) but he's drunk. It's not right. Hell, I don't even know how old this guy is.
"Aww come on. I have to thank you somehow" Alex walked over and started rubbing my hips.
I pushed him away and ran, blushing like crazy.
"J-just sleep on the couch!" I yelled and ran into my room, locking the door and panting slightly. I won't lie, I was kinda turned on, but mostly freaked out that this hot, drunk stranger threw himself at me. He didn't even know me! Maybe he's a male prostitute or something.. Who knows.
I crawled over to my bed and curled up in the blankets, staring at the ceiling thinking the night through over and over in my head until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. Falling into a fitful sleep.
Umph
I ran into something, hard. It easily gave way under my weight, a bell ringing overhead somewhere. I landed on the ground with a thump. Oh..a door.... right. My head spun, longing for the bottle I had dropped during my journey through the Baltimore streets. My mouth felt dry and my tongue rested heavily. Tingles filled my limbs. I didn't dare get up though. I didn't care where I was or who was watching. Movement would not end well. My head still throbbed as my eyelids turned heavy, and it was no surprise that I quickly fell into a unconscious state.
-Jack's POV-
I was finishing up with the last of my customers at the bar I owned, Jagk's; my pride and joy. I served a few final drinks, with it nearly being one in the morning and all (Jagk's closes whenever I feel like it should). Right as I rinsed the last glass (and took a shot myself), a figure stumbled through the door. He groaned and fell to the floor, unconscious.
I ran over and tried to help him up, pulling him over to a booth near the door.
"Dude? You okay?...... Hellooo?" I waved a hand in front of his face. Dammit, till unconscious.
I sighed and sat him upright in the booth and kicked out Old Bill and his slut of the night. Chuckling as she tripped over her ridiculous heels and onto the sidewalk, where her boobs fell out of her shirt when she tried to stand up.
I walked back over to the mysterious stranger.
He looked like he was waking up so I sat across from him
"Dude? Are you alright?" He only groaned in response.
"Alright. Come on. I'm not letting you go home in this state. You're coming with me." I lifted him up from the booth and and slung his arm over my shoulder, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him to my car parked outside. After struggling for a few minutes, I finally got him seated and buckled in. Hurrying, I ran back to the bar. I had to turn off the lights and lock the door. My electric bill is high enough thank you, and this isn't exactly the best neighborhood. After dropping my keys and fussing with my seat belt, I finally started the car and drove to my small abode.
By the time I had driven and parked outside of my apartment building, the man was slowly becoming more and more aware of his surroundings.I got out and walked around, helping him out of the car and up to my apartment. Opening the door, I gently led him to my leather couch so I could get myself a drink. I couldn't decide whether to get him one or not, seeing as though he still was still kind of 'out of it' for lack of better words.
I walked to the kitchen and heard a groan.
"Where....where am I?" The man slurred, still slightly drunk.
"You're at my apartment. You crashed through my bar and passed out. So I helped you up here. I didn't want you to go home drunk" I explained "I'm Jack, Jack Barakat,"
"Alex Gaskarth," the man nodded slowly and stuck out his hand."But you can call me Lex"
I took it and shook it softly.
"So... This is your apartment?" Alex looked around. "You're not gonna kill me, are you?"
"No bro. I really couldn't do that. I don't even eat meat." I smiled a little and Alex visibly relaxed and chuckled a bit.
"So, I'm gonna have to pay you for helping me..." Alex sighed as if he was used to saying this, "I don't have money. But I can do this" he placed a hand on my thigh and started rubbing.
I jumped away.
"Uhh n-no. You don't need to do that." I stuttered. Sure, I was gay. And yeah, Alex is fucking hot (10/10 would bang) but he's drunk. It's not right. Hell, I don't even know how old this guy is.
"Aww come on. I have to thank you somehow" Alex walked over and started rubbing my hips.
I pushed him away and ran, blushing like crazy.
"J-just sleep on the couch!" I yelled and ran into my room, locking the door and panting slightly. I won't lie, I was kinda turned on, but mostly freaked out that this hot, drunk stranger threw himself at me. He didn't even know me! Maybe he's a male prostitute or something.. Who knows.
I crawled over to my bed and curled up in the blankets, staring at the ceiling thinking the night through over and over in my head until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. Falling into a fitful sleep.
Notes
This is a collaboration piece (on the MCR site) so that's why Jack's POV is written differently than Alex's (Alex's is written by me)
And again sorry this is so short the chapters will get longer, we're just busy 'cause of the holidays 'n stuffs
The end feels really rushed, are you guys okay with that...or....
xoxo
~TBW
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7/15/14