Eighteen-year-old Alex was having the time of his life. If this is what freedom tasted like, he never wanted to go back. A new day, a new city, a new group of faces who absolutely adored him. He always swore he'd never let fame go to his head, and in his mind it hadn't, he was just enjoying his new lifestyle. This was the kind of place that encouraged his drinking habits, his constant desire to party. It would even support his sex life if he had one-night-stands anymore.

All Time Low had finished their set an hour ago, leaving them all on the tour bus, cleaning up and snacking so they'd be in a good mood for the night. They were only a few days into the tour, but they were finally starting to get into the grove of how things worked. Generally after all the bands had finished packing up for the night, most of them would meet up and either go out, or pick a bus to party on.

Alex was currently throwing on a tee-shirt and splashing himself with cologne. He didn't know exactly what the plan was for the night, but he was certain he'd be a part of it and have a good time. Brushing his hair out of his face, Alex popped his head in the 'living room,' to see what Jack was doing. The younger boy was curled up on the couch, staring blanky at the television screen, wrapped in a blanket. Indeed, the air was slightly cooler in there.

"Hey," Alex grinned, pushing the door the rest of the way open so he could see his lover. "What are you doing in here all alone?"

"Well, you were showering and everyone else was stuffing their face."

"What? Jack Bassam Barakat isn't hungry? Someone call a medic!"

"Ha-Ha," he rolled his eyes, secretely loving every second of Alex flirting with him. "Wanna join me?"

"Depends," Alex smirked, "what are you watching?"

"I'm waiting on Home Alone to come on..."

Alex shrugged his shoulders, figuring he could watch a little of the movie with his boyfriend before they set off for the night. Jack had been acting strange around him, anyway. He felt he needed to add some gas to their fire before Jack got bored completely. Alex sat down next to Jack and lightly kissed his cheek. It was moment like this where he felt like he was still in High School, spending a school night with Jack before they had to part ways.

Jack was just about to rest his head on Alex's shoulder when he heard a knock on the door. His eyes scanned to a figure across the small room. Paul DiGiovanni was standing there with an awkward smile on his face.

"What's up?" he asked, shifting his weight.

"We were just about to watch a movie," Jack smiled, happy to see a familiar face. "You guys finish your set?"

"Yep, just got everything loaded up. I heard Gaskarth was asking which bus we were partying on tonight, so I came to personally inform and invite you guys to our bus, seeing as we're loaded up on booze and good tunes."

"All right," Alex chuckled, excited to get wasted and have a crazy night. "See you there, dude!"

Paul nodded, taking one last look at the two before he left them alone. Jack groaned loudly and rested his head on the side of the couch. This would be the third night in a row that he'd have to go to a party and awkwardly make conversation with the other bands, all the while Alex was soaking up his glory as All Time Low's frontman, flirting with any artist or groupie who wanted some of his time. Frankly, he was already sick of it.

"What's the matter?" Alex poked Jack, trying to cheer him up. "Don't act like you don't want to go. I see the way you look at Paul, you think he's dreamy," he snickered, changing his voice to say the last word.

"So what? Paul is an attractive dude," Jack shrugged. "But he doesn't have anything on you."

"You should be glad I'm not jealous, because I'm asking you to come with me to their bus, and get drunk with Paul."

"Alex, I really just don't want to go. We've partied almost every night this week. You won't let me act like your boyfriend in public, but you refuse to spend any time alone with me. No matter what I do, I lose."

"Cranky," Alex rolled his eyes, feeling slightly irritated. "Sounds like someone needs an orgasm."

"Shup up, Al, I'm trying to be serious."

"So am I," Alex shrugged, kissing Jack's shoulder. "Listen, I just told him I would be there so I'm not going to blow him off, but I'll tell you what. If you don't want to come with me tonight, that's fine. Tomorrow night I am all yours and we can do whatever you want to do."

"Whatever."

"I wish you weren't mad at me, Jacky," Alex stood up, but bent down long enough to kiss Jack's soft lips. "But I can't change how you feel. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Alex was gone before Jack could do, or say anything else to try and get him to stay. He knew it would be another long night of feeling alone, so he pulled out his cell phone and called the familiar number that belonged to one of his closest friends, Tosh. She would know what do, she always did.

It's just a shame that Jack didn't realize that this would be the start of a downward spiral for his boyfriend. That would be the night that Alex would start to lose his mind, and himself, all the while thinking he was simply coming into his own. It was the night that would change their relationship in the worst possible way.

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