Jack

“Right, so the gig-”

Flyzik was interrupted but Brendon singing his way down the stairs. I frowned a little, I told him to be quiet for Mrs. Merrick.... Oh well, maybe he forgot?

He made his way over to the couch where Alex and I were, and sat down next to me, making sure to hook his leg over mine. I felt Alex tense up as Brendon spoke up.

“Hey babe,” He smired looking at me.
“You're late.” I responded, throwing his leg off me.
“Sorry, lost track of time.” He said, looking over a bit. “Oh, didn't realize Gaskarth was here.”
“'Course he is.” I smiled.
“Why?”
“Why does it matter?” Alex spoke up, glaring at Brendon.
“Well,” Brendon drawled. “You're not in the band for one.”
“He's dating a member of the band.” I added, and Brendon pouted.
“Okay, yeah yeah. Let's learn about this gig.”

“I was getting to that before you came yelling down the stairs.” Matt muttered, and clapped his hands. “Anyway, this gig I got you. It's not just one show.”
“It's not?” Rian asked.
“Nope, I basically made a deal with this one club owner. You guys play there, every other Friday, sell tickets into the show and bring in customers, we can possibly make money.”
“How many tickets do we need to sell?” Zack questoned.
“Well....four hundred.”
“Four hundred?” We gasped....well, all but Matt, Brendon, and Alex.
“What are you guys freaking about, there's like over a thousand kids at our school alone.” Brendon said.
“Yeah, but this is every other week, genius.” Rian rolled his eyes. I bit my lip and asked.
“What happens if we don't sell them all?'
“We have to pay for them...” Matt said. “That's kind of the catch.”
“Well fuck man, this doesn't sound that great.” Zack whined.
“Now hold up, I'm not done.” Matt assured us. “This place is known for getting bands on their feet. Random record companies send men there from time to time, or are willing to go and watch a band who plays there if they ask.”
“So we could get signed?” I asked, and Matt nodded. Making all of us cheer.
“Fuck yeah!”
“We'll do it!”
“Yes yes yes yes!”
“You've got to be kidding...”

Okay, most of us. Alex muttered it, probably trying not to be heard, but I was right next to him. I bit my tongue, not saying anything about it. He'll see, one day this band was going to make it. We all talked about more details before going off out separate ways. Brendon asked me to come over to his place, which made Alex grip my hand tighter as we walked hand-in-hand to my bike. I paused in our walking, looking back.

“Sorry, busy.” I smiled, holding up our joined hands. Brendon pouted a little before walking away.
“Did you really have to hold u our hands?” Alex asked, and I smiled once I saw his slightly redden face.
“Duh, he needs to know I'm happily taken.” I leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Now quit your sulking, Brendon isn't going to get between us. I promise.”
“I wasn't sulking.” Alex mumbled, grabbing the helmet off the bike. “You really should wear one too.”
“Nahh, I'm more concerned about your safety. Now hop on, Princess, you need to get home.”


The next few weeks were a blur, since we all were practicing hardcore for the first gig. We tried working on more original things,but unfortunately, none of us were the most amazing song-writer, except maybe Brendon, but he never shared. It sucked.

“Alex, help.” I complained, trying to think of the next line of one thing I was working on, while he did homework.
“What now?” He asked, not even looking away from his math problems.
“I don't know how this should go.” I said, holding up my notebook with few lines written and lots of scribbles drawn.
“Hmm, lemme see.” He held out his hand, and I set the notebook in it. Shifting his gaze over it, I bit my lip while watching Alex read over it.

“Add 'Maybe' in front of 'It's not my weekend,' in the chorus. I like the first little lyrics you have in front, they describe how you are perfectly. Add something about growing up in there though, cause you don't wanna do that.” He said, handing it back. “Now you do that, while I finish this worksheet and maybe I'll help you with chords.”
“Pfft, smartass.” I scoffed. Alex just smirked finally looking at me.
“Well, I do hang out with you a lot.”

I rolled my eyes, and pulled him over by his shirt. Alex tried to protest, but once our lips were together he was quiet and pressing back against me. I smiled into the kiss, moving my arms to wrap around him and lay back on the bed, a few papers being crinkled underneath us. It was funny, how Alex's parents almost didn't want me to be near their kid cause I was smoking. Yet here we are, home alone, and making out. Sure, Alex will probably yell at me once we part, since he has homework, but I've been good about letting him finish it. He doesn't whine about getting behind anymore.

I bit down on Alex's bottom lip, demanding to be let in, but he pulled away with a small groan and pushed my chest.

“Jack, this is literally the last worksheet I have, lemme finish.” He smiled down at me.”
“But, Alex there's a back to it.” I complained. “Do it later.”
“Jack.” He scolded.
“Fine.” I pouted and let him crawl off me and I said up.
“Finish your song.”
“It's mostly yours, you helped a lot.”
“Yeah, I know.”

It was true, this had to be my tenth draft of the song, and a lot of the words weren't even my own. I'm sure if Alex wanted to, could have written it all by now. Of course, he never admits he writes or shows me the older songs I know he has somewhere. Rather Alex likes it or not, I knew there was musician in him somewhere. Unfortunately, I knew better than to try to force it out of him. He wanted to go to college and get a real job. He tried supporting my dreams, I might as well let him have his.

Notes

Sorry it's been so long guys. I'm having the worst writer's block sooooo here's a filler x.x