Everything's Magic

Alex and Jack haven't seen each other for three days, and Jack hadn't come to school. Alex was starting to get a little bit worried. Maybe a lot. But he stuck to his rule, and that was to let Jack have some room to be by himself and think, let go of whatever is bothering him. For at least a week.

He didn't want to be a burden to him.

The past few days Jack has been laying in bed, junk food and all kind of drinks all around him. He hasn't exactly been feeling well, mentally. He visited his father yesterday, and he was in so much shock of seeing his dad laying in the hostile bed, barely alive. It kind of made him wish he hadn't decided to visit his dad, maybe he should've done it earlier when he wasn't as close to death. His mum was there, and she was just as sad.

He stared blankly at his bedroom wall, too un-motivated and exhausted to do anything else.

He sighed, letting his eyes slip close and fall into dream land.

Alex sighed for the hundredth time at his Maths teacher. She kept going on and on about her daughter's wedding. He honestly wasn't in the mood to hear about the teacher's life right now. He rested his head in his arms, and stared blankly at the wall, tuning everything out.

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After school finished, he walked home in silence, longing for Jack's touch. He wanted to hug the boy and vise versa.

Just a couple more days.

He got home and said hello to his mum before making his way upstairs. It seemed like the only place he has been in these past couple of days is his room.

He decided to grab his acoustic guitar and softly play out a gentle melody. His fingers moved along the strings slowly, much like a cat sneaking up on its pray, until the movement of his hand picked up, and he was playing much faster.

One thing Alex was passionate about aside from drawing, was playing the guitar and writing his own songs. The inspiration came from bands he has been listening to most of his life. He also just really enjoyed it, and loved to express that.

Singing was mainly what he enjoyed doing, even more than playing guitar and drawing. He thought he didn't sound amazing, but pretty decent.

He laid down on his back, pulling the guitar on his chest and continued playing a slow, peaceful song. He closed his eyes, imagining the most beautiful things in life. He thought about how it would be like living in them, how much the world would be at peace if it lived in his dreamy thoughts.

He found himself slipping into thoughts, slipping further to where he fell asleep and they became sweet dreams.

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He woke up seven hours later, around midnight, because his phone was going off, signalling him that someone was calling. He groaned, quickly searching blindly for his phone. He felt it against the palm of his hand and grabbed it quickly, unlocking it and seeing that Jack was calling.

Jack?

"Ugh, um, Jack?" He said, and you could hear the tiredness in his voice, how prominent the deepness of his voice was. He sat up against the wooden headboard of his bed, waiting for Jack's reply.

"Alex... C-could you come over, please? I really need some comfort right now, and I just-" He sounded really upset and stressed, but Alex cut him off.

"Jack, it's midnight," He said, sternly, "not to mention, you ran away from me and haven't spoken to me for three days." He knew he shouldn't be complaining, because he knew what Jack was going through. Plus, he told himself that he would Jack some time, so it doesn't really make sense why he was complaining.

"Alex, please. I-I really need you right now." He sounded like he was on the edge of crying, maybe even crying. Alex let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair.

"Fine, okay. I'm on my way, be strong." He whispered the last part, before hanging up.

He gently grabbed the guitar off his chest, then slowly got out of bed, still tired. He didn't need to get dressed seeing as he slept in only yesterday's clothes. He placed his guitar down, grabbing his phone and stuffing it in his pocket. He decided on writing his mum a note, and texting her just in case, even though she was across the hallway. He didn't want to wake her up.

He quietly as he could, unlocked the door and opened it, stepping out. He didn't take his bike, knowing it would make a loud noise, so he hoped Jack could wait a little bit longer for him.

It took him a little bit longer than thirty minutes to get to Jack's house, and let's just say Alex was a bit scared of the forest he had to past to get to Jack's. It was funny how everything looked so beautiful in daylight, how nature's noises echoed so independently and significantly. But when it dark, everything was silent, and it seemed like a different world.

He got to Jack's front door, knocking on it. It took awhile, but Jack finally answered, and he looked terrible.

His face was soaked in tears, and it was painted red from where they stained him. His hair was almost identical to a jungle, and he was only stood in boxers and a loose t-shirt.

He looked really, really terrible.

"Oh, Jack." Alex sighed, stepping in and closing the door, bringing Jack into a warm hug, although he was freezing, but Jack warmed him up. He had no idea his boyfriend was feeling this shitty. If he would've known, he'd be here three days ago.

"I don't want him to die." Jack mumbled, clenching tightly onto Alex's jumper. Alex rubbed his back to comfort him, and kissed his neck.

"Life is never fair, Jack, and we just have to accept that, no matter the situation." And maybe Alex regretted saying that, because it seemed kind of harsh. He should be saying "it's okay", not telling him the truth. But what if Jack wanted to truth?

Clearly, he didn't, because he broke down even more, short breaths falling out his mouth.

"I-I know, b-but why?!" He was shouting now, and Alex could tell he was getting frustrated and angry, "why does it have to be this way?! Why can't death pick on someone else?!" Jack groaned, pulling his arms away from Alex, and his hands connected with his hair, and he pulled ferociously.

"Jack, please calm down, baby. I know it's tragic, and I know you're going through a lot right now, but do you really think your dad would want you to be acting this way? Jack, you're hurting yourself, stop." Alex pulled the angered boy's hands away from his hair, and intertwined them with his. He wanted him to calm down, or he'd get worse.

"I know how it feels to lose someone, but for that someone, I decided that yeah, it was tough, but crying for days over it, it wasn't what that person wanted. That person would've wanted me to be strong and happy, live my life like there was no tomorrow, but that person didn't want me to forget them. I never did. I know this is hard, but you need to be strong, not only for yourself, but for other people. How do you think your mum would feel if she saw you breaking down like this? How do you think I feel. I'm not saying this to be harsh, because that's not fair, I'm saying this to help you." He finished his speech, looking Jack straight through the eyes to tell him that he was being deadly serious. Jack bit down on his lip nervously, it was slightly trembling. He released it.

"I can't-"

"Yes you can. It's going to be hard, I know. But you can do this, for him," Alex stepped forward, planting a quick kiss on Jack's lips. "Everything is going to be okay."

Notes

Oh, um, wasn't that just depressing. Idk, it's what my mind decided to write