Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want 
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends


Alex's p.o.v.

There was a party going on in the tour bus as it was the final night in Baltimore. But it was only Blink and the crew members, which still made it a little over crowded.

Me and Jack were sat on my bed, and he was in my spare clothes I lent him.

It was pretty late and the bus had already taken off. Me and Jack spent most the time taking pictures of ourselves together and working on teaching him how to play my songs.

He already knew how to play four of them; he was a quick learner.

We also had our own tiny "party" where we made jokes, danced jokingly and sang the worst we could to the songs that were flowing through the bus.

Even if it was the just the two of us, it was fun. We learnt a lot more about each other that we haven't told over the internet.

Jack didn't have a very rich family, and he told me how he wouldn't of been at the show where we first met if it wasn't for Zack.

I still liked him, though, through every flaw he pointed out. He was still beautiful in my eyes.

"Round two." We were playing rock, paper scissors (fun, right?) where if someone won, they got to take a shot.

Of course me and Jack snuck the drinks into my room, knowing what my dad would be like if he found me carrying four bottles of beer and three customized Blink-182 shots. He'd probably kill me. He only allows me to have one can or bottle.

I'm sure he'll forgive me if he ever found out.

"Fuck yeah, again!" Jack won for third time in a row and I could hear the slightest slur in his voice. He sure as hell was funnier while having a couple of shots.

He downed the shot, placing it back on the floor. He wanted to play another round, so I let him.

"How are you so good at this? What were you, the geeky nerd that played old, childish games with his one other smart friend on the bench outside the school or what?" I laughed, downing one shot while he took two. I've only had two shots all together while he's had at least ten.

"I'm preeeetty good looking for a geeky nerd." He commented, picking up the nearly empty bottle on the floor, drinking the rest of it slowly.

"That you are, Princess." I grinned as I grabbed my drink that was no where near finished yet, and also drank it slowly.

"Mhm." He hummed around the bottle, downing it until it was all gone. I watch him as he steadily placed it back down on the floor. He then looked at me, giving me a cute, innocent smile. Fuck, he's so cute.

"Now what?" He giggled, playing with his hair, twirling the black strands.

"Mm, not sure." I shrugged, and he stopped playing with his hair.

"More alcohol?" He suggested. I shook my head. I'm not gonna get Jack drunk because I'm sure his mum would kill me if she ever (somehow) found out.

"No, I don't want you drunk."

He pouted at me before his eyes flickered down to the bottle in my hand. Nope. I hid the bottle behind my back and hid eyes flickered up to me.

"Please." He had an adorable puppy look on his face with his adorable puppy eyes. It took everything in me to not give in to spell and shook my head again.

"Just a little bit?" He squinted his eyes, his index finger and thumb moving together to emphasise what he was trying to point out. I rolled my eyes at him, handing him the bottle. It's not like I could keep up with saying no to him.

"Just a little." I reminded him as he brought the bottle up to his lips. Seconds later he gave me it back, a more adorable grin on lips.

"Tired." He mumbled.

"You can sleep in here. I'll be awake until we get there, anyway." I'm not very good with buses moving while I'm sleeping. I'll probably get used to it soon. Me and Jack got up and I pulled the cover back. Jack lazily got in, and I pulled the covers over him.

"Night." He mumbled, making my heart beat quicken and nearly aw out loud. I leaned down and rubbed my nose gently across his, making him laugh.

"Nighty, night." I kissed him on the lips before brushing his hair out his closed eyes.

I walked out the room and closed the door, the music now louder as I got to the main part of the bus.

They were all chilling while Mark was doing something stupid to entertain them, the hem of his shirt folded through the front to make him look like a whore. I repressed a laugh, guiding myself over to the spare space on the sofa I normally sit on, getting greeted by everyone.

"Mark, what are you doing?" I laughed as Mark started shaking his butt and doing this weird neck roll thing.

"Doing my thing, man." He said, before continuing. He was obviously had a lot more than everyone else. I looked over to my dad, seeing him looking at Mark, letting out little laughs. I eyed him suspiciously, noting his thumb under his chin while his finger was against his cheek, making a "L" shape, his elbow on the arm rest.

"Right, Mark, get down before you hurt yourself." Someone said, but I was too busy looking at my dad. He hasn't even notice me come in.

Mark walked past me, swaying into the kitchen with slightly wobbly legs. My dad got up, following him.

I had weird feeling in my gut;like the feeling I got when Zack hugged Jack that one day.

I felt...jealous.

But why? My dad is allowed to like/love someone - I respect that. So why does it hurt?

Maybe because I didn't like the fact of my dad moving on? Maybe I still missed my mum. I haven't seen her for three years.

I missed her a lot. Even though she did cheat on my dad twice, she was still my mum. She still looked after me and brought me up. She'd take me out everywhere, help me with my homework, help me with break-ups, comfort me when I was at my lowest - much like other mums. But we had a special connection, and it hurt me a lot when she said she didn't want anything to do with me or my dad anymore after the divorce. It hurt so much.

I felt tests prick the back of my eyes, so I got up, lowering my head as I walked away.

Entering my room, I could see Jack sleeping with his month open. I smiled sadly at him, moving to sit on the floor beside the little lamp on the table. I grabbed my pen and paper first, though, as I was feeling like shit.

It was normal for me to write lyrics when I was sad, even if my eye sight was blurred, or if I couldn't even make out what I was writing because sometimes I wrote when I was drunk.

I sat on the floor for at least an hour, my paper tear stained and my eyes stinging. I haven't cried in a long time and I hated that I started again.

I got up, placing the paper in the draw with blurry eyes. I then walked to my bed, but then remembered Jack was in it.

I'm sure he won't mind if I get in too. I tried my best not to startle Jack as I climbed over him, my surroundings still not visible. I then got under the covers, not bothering with my clothes, pulling the cover over me.

Jack made a noise, turning to face me, letting out a snore. I smiled for the first time in an hour, planting a kiss on Jack's forehead before slipping my eyes shut, falling asleep to be met with sad dreams.

Notes

Updated.In.Two.Days... oh my.

Slightly intoxicated Jack and sad Alex :(