I heard it once, I'm sure I heard it twice
My dad used to give me all of his advice
He would say you got to turn your back and run now
Come on son, you haven't got a chance now

Jack's p.o.v.

"Wakey, wakey! Time to put your clothes on and get a pregnancy test."

My eyes suddenly shot open, hearing the familiar, yet not-so familiar voice to wake up to, startle me from my sleep. My vision was blurred and I felt weight on the right side of my body.

As I finally got my clear eye sight back, I saw Tom DeLonge staring down at me, a smirk on his face.

Well this is a nice sight to see as soon as I wake up.

I felt the weight increase on my side, making me wince. Then it was gone.

"Dad? What?" I then realised Alex was laying beside me, his arm over my waist under the covers.

I felt my belly load with butterfly feelings and my cheeks shade red. Oh, what this boy does to me.

"We're at the hotel, put some clothes on."

"Dad, we have clothes on." I could tell he rolled his eyes, but I was too busy blushing to look at him. His grip tightened on my hip, making my cheeks go hotter, if it was possible.

"Good. Come on, though. Bring everything you need." He said before walking out. I turn around to look at Alex and gave him a giggle.

I was actually surprised I didn't have a headache from all that I drank last night.

"Your dad is hilarious." I laughed a little more. He gave me a funny look.

"He really isn't." He commented, drawing circles into my hip. I smiled at the gesture, looking at him in the eyes.

"Mm." I hummed, leaning in for a kiss. Even if he had morning breath, I didn't mind. Any chance to kiss him I'll take.

"Your breath smells so good, Jack." Alex said sarcastically after he pulled away, then gagged. I glared at him before getting out of bed. I noticed I was still in my clothes.

I guess I didn't drink too much.

We decided to get changed at the hotel as we were both tired and lazy. Alex packed his suitcase and got other stuff that he needed, too.

Alex wrapped his arms around my waist and I turned around from where I was standing in the middle of room, confused on what I was suppose to do with no clean clothes or anything.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled, rubbing his nose against my cheek. The gesture made me smile, a smile that I couldn't help. He was so overly adorable that it made my heart swell.

"I don't have any clothes." I blushed.

"That's alright with me." Alex laughed. I rolled my eyes at his stupid joke and sighed.

"Hey, it's okay. You can borrow mine, alright?" He kissed my cheek and it flushed red. He then let go of me and grabbed my hand.

I helped him with his suitcases so he was dragging one and I had two (because I'm such a gentleman).

Tom explained to us where to go and what room it was. I, of course, was being shy around him.

He's my hero, my crush, I can't embarrass myself in front of hi-

crush.

Fuck, I told myself I wouldn't think of him that way while I'm with Alex.

I told myself that I like Alex, not him, and that the only reason I'm here is because of Alex, not his famous dad.

I sighed as we got to our hotel room. Alex unlocked it and we stepped foot into it.

It was impressive.

Really impressive.

It looked expensive and everything was just so nice and right.

I shut the door behind me and followed Alex further into the massive hotel room, the suitcase slowly dragging behind me.

Alex placed the suitcase beside the bed before falling onto said bed, letting out an exhausted groan.

I chuckled at him, because how the he'll was he exhausted walking for less than five minutes?

"You lazy shit." I smirked, setting the suitcase I had, down. He sprawled himself out on the bed, and I raised an eyebrow.

"It's really comfortable, oh my God." He basically moaned out, clenching onto the sheets.

Well fuck.

Thanks for the image going off in my head right now, Alex.

"Calm down, Mr Pornstar-Bed-Fetish-Guy." I laughed at his moans but something deep down inside of me wanted to hear those noises while I'm on top of him.

Okay, calm down Jack.

"No! Come here and feel it for yourself."

"No thanks, keep your penis to yourself. I'll lay down next to you, though." I smirked slyly and walked over to him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me on top of him. I let out an "oomph" noise as I wasn't expecting that. I looked down to see that his face was only centimeters away from mine.

"Well hello there." I giggled and Alex looked at me with a smile.

"Hey." He said quietly and nudged his nose with mine. A grin made its way to my face, and even though I was enjoying being in this position and looking at Alex so close up, I rolled over to the side of him and my back finally hit the bed.

"Holy shit, you're right!" I exclaimed, letting out little pleasurable sighs as the soft bed relaxed my back.

"Well look a who Mr Pornstar-Bed-Fetish-Guy is now." He chuckled and then smirked. I slapped him lightly on the arm.

"Shut up."

Me and Alex spent a good forty minutes on the bed talking about anything to each other, then Alex suggested that I should learn some of his songs.

I didn't struggle too bad with learning them, but I did get frustrated and had to take a couple of minutes to calm myself. Sometimes Alex just kissed me and it distracted me from my frustration. I think that that is the best thing ever to relax myself.

I spent the whole afternoon practicing and learning his songs and I could play most of them without fucking up.

His songs were really good and his lyrics were outstanding.

I wish I could have talents like him.

But soon enough it was getting late and we were both tired, so we jumped into bed and fell into a relaxed sleep, arms over each other.

Notes

Boring, I know.

But I have an idea >:)

It'll happen in a couple of chapters and you're not gonna like it.

Thanks for reading, melons.