Deer In The Headlights

Alex's p.o.v.

I can not believe how happy Jack actually makes me. He's like the new medicine for when I, myself, feel like shit. It's just his sweet voice, his sweet, effective words that instantly settles me down for a better, happier feeling. It's the way he cuddles me with such tightness and warmth. The way he kisses me with a lot of passion. The way Jack is,well, Jack. The way he slightly flips his hair to the side. The way he almost automatically smiles, even when he feels like shit. I feel like he completes me. He's the reason I get up for work, despite that I'm tired from a sleepless night in the covers. Just knowing that he's alive is what makes me truly happy.

The day I found him almost bleeding all the way to death, it honestly broke my heart that someone so perfect could do such a thing. It makes me feel like shit that I hadn't called or text how he was feeling. But how did I know? He doesn't tell me these things. I need him to open up just a little more, let me in completely.

So when he came into my room, straight away hugging me, crying over my shoulder, I made it my mission to make sure I always check if he's okay. He clearly isn't okay, I can see that, but I want to be the one that makes sure he's okay. If that means calling him at midnight because I have a fear something's wrong, I will, just to check if he's okay. If I have to go around to his house just to check if he's okay, I will, because I won't let any one ever suffer the way he is. I'm not trying to be protective, I want him to be okay. It might take days, weeks, months, years, I'm still willing to make sure he has a real smile on his pretty face. I won't let him drown in pain. I need to do something. I need to think of something that'll make him happy. A memory to remember on his lowest days.

I was thinking hard on something that could be the best memory of his life. What does he like? Playing the guitar, drawing, making dick jokes, music. Wait, music! I have the perfect idea that's kinda cliché, but whatever!

I get up from where I was currently laying in my bed and walk to the other side of the room to collect my laptop. I bring the laptop and the charger back to my bed, plugging the charging in, switched it on on the wall, and laid down with the laptop on my chest. Despite my excitement, I was lazy as fuck. I've been up all night trying to think of good ideas, but only when the clock hit two am, did I finally get the right idea. I don't even know how I'm gonna cope with getting up for work.

After turning my laptop on and logging in, I opened up Google.

'Good Charlotte concert tickets, Baltimore' I typed in, after sudden realisation that Good Charlotte will be holding a concert here in Baltimore. I quickly clicked on the first link, because seriously, who ever goes on the seconded page of Google? You can hide a dead body there and no one will know because no one actually goes on the second result page. I scrolled down, finding Baltimore. I clicked on it, information about how much it costs, questions like: how many tickets? Seated or not? Stuff like that. I clicked for two tickets, standing and central. I then had to put all my bank details, email and phone number onto the site. I don't normally trust sites, but my other friends have been on this site, so I think I half-trust it? The concert is two days before Jack's. Sixteenth June. How am I going to keep this a secret? I want this to be his birthday present, but also a moment to escape.

Luckily, the tickets haven't been sold out. The screen notified me, saying that they will be sending tickets soon. I let out a sigh of relief, closing the website down. I then opened Google back up, typing in YouTube. Then for the rest of the morning, I watched Blink-182 Funny Moments until I fell asleep. What a great way to fall asleep as well.

Notes

Eyeye. This is a very short filler chapter, sorry? xc I decided the concert should be on the 16th of June because that's my birthday. :C *cries because Omg writer's block is like a really really REALLY stressful headache* ;-;-;- sorry. I love you.