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A Recipe For Disaster

Chapter Eight

Alex’s P.O.V

From: JagkDoesItBetter;)
You know what I'm done with this.


Is he serious ? All I was saying was that I didn't want it to be all sex or really any at all. Is that such a crime ? I want a plot to the whole story, something that will surprise people. Sure, he was right on the note that some of my fics are just cuddling but does he really expect this to be a full out sex novel ? Maybe I could compromise with him..it's only fair.

From: JalexUnicorn
Okay, we can have SOME smut in it but not all of it please..I was really excited to write this with you and I don't want it to go down the drain. xx


I pressed send and locked my phone, heading towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Maybe writing this won't be as fun as I thought.

--

After about 30 minutes, my quick shower turned into a pretty long one and to tell the truth, I wasn't complaining, though Matt might. I stepped out, dried myself off and went to go for my clothes but to my disappointment, I had forgotten to grab any before I came in here. I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom to my bunk. I heard light snoring coming from Jack's bunk and opened his curtain slightly.

I smiled to myself.

Why does he have to look so cute while he's sleeping..and why am I always around him while he's sleeping. Wow. That's not creepy at all, Alex.

"l-lex." Jack murmured.

I jumped back a bit by surprise.

"Jack ?"

He was still sleeping. Weird.

"I-I lo."

"ALEX! JACK!" I heard Zack yell, slamming the bus door open. I quickly shut Jacks curtain and stumbled back, almost falling onto the floor.

"Uh, give me a second." I called back.

I quickly grabbed clothes from my bag; clean boxers, black skinnies, gray v neck and my favorite maroon beanie. I slipped my towel off, pulling on my boxers right before Jack’s bunk curtain opened. He rubbed his eyes still yet to notice me. I pulled on my jeans, jumping up and down to try and get them on fully.

Damn why did I wear such tight jeans.

"Alex ?" He asked.

"Yeah ?" I said, buttoning them up.

"How long was I out ?”

"Not long, about 40 minutes maybe. But Zack needs us for something so, get up." I said, pulling on my shirt and finally my beanie over my wet hair.

"Alright." Jack said, jumping out of his bunk and into the floor. "Let's go then."
He grabbed my by my hand and pulled me to the front of the bus. I was blushing like a giddy school girl who just found out her crush liked her back just by his touch.

Control yourself, Gaskarth.


"Whatcha need, Zacky ?" Jack asked, sitting us both on the couch opposite from Zack and letting go of my hand. I had to hold back my protest.

"Matt wants all of us to pick up anything we need for the next show before we hit the bars and such. You know, strings, picks, drum sticks, the works." Zack answered.

"Not to sound all conceded rock star but isn't out guitar tech, drum tech, etc. supposed to do that?" I said.

"Normally, yes. But he wants us to do it on our own this time, give them a break." Zack said.

"I agree with that one." Jack said.

"Me too. They do a lot for us so, why not." I said.

"Great. You guys ready to go or ?" Zack asked.

Jack and I looked at each other and nodded.

"We're ready." We both said in unison, earning a slight laugh from Zack.

"Let's go then." Zack said as he got up off the couch and walked towards the bus door with Jack and I following behind.

--

When Zack, Rian, Jack and I got back from the closet music store we could find, we had gotten everything we needed including, some Starbucks on Rian’s behalf. It was about time for us to hit the bars and I was quite happy to get some alcohol in my system. Though, I couldn't get my mind off of 'jagkdoesitbetter.' He hadn't answered me at all and if I said I wasn't disappointed, I'd be lying. I was so ecstatic to have the opportunity to write with such an amazing writer but the way things are going, it looks like that's down the drain.

"Yo! Earth to Alex!" Rian said, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Huh ?"

"Why are you so out of it, dude ?" He asked.

"Uh, just really tried I guess." I shrugged.

"Well, Vinny just texted me saying we have more than an hour before we go out so why don't you rest up for a bit." He patted me on my shoulder and walked to the back of the bus.

Instead of taking Rian’s suggestion, I went to the bathroom to fix my more than usual mess of hair. After about 20 minutes, it was finally how I wanted it to look and I hairsprayed it in place. I looked at what I was wearing in the mirror and decided I would throw on my leather jacket to make my outfit look "nicer."

When I walked out of the bathroom, Jack was in the fridge looking for something with his ass up in the air so I found this the perfect opportunity.

"Nice ass, Barakat." I said and slapped it real hard.

"Ow, lex! What the hell!" He yelled with a pout on his lips.

"Oh you know you like it rough." I said, winking at him.

He didn't say anything back but I swear I saw him blush. Is that weird ? Maybe he was just embarrassed. He turned back to the fridge and I walked to my bunk, grabbing my jacket and pulling it on.

"Might as well lay here." I said to myself and laid in my bunk.
Just then my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and right there on the lit screen was a notification from 'jagkdoesitbetter' on Kik. I hesitated at first but unlocked my phone..

Notes

Comments

Please Update!!! *0* I love this unbelievably much!!! xD

I love the idea for this fic it's just so different :D !!

GhostWriter GhostWriter
8/1/14

Poor Alex ;_;

MakeMeLoveATL MakeMeLoveATL
6/25/14

I love this aw aw w

This is such a brilliant story! Please update more! :) x

DawsonsDaughter DawsonsDaughter
6/13/14