Everything's Magic

"Mum, I'm going out!" Alex called out to his mum after placing his art book into his bike bag. He was just sitting in his room, listening to his music when he remembered the outrageously, beautiful hill he was at yesterday.

"Okay, hon. Text me when you're coming home!" His mum shouted from the living room, her tone not sounding that interesting.

So much for taking interest and asking where I'm going, mum.

He sighed, opening his front door carefully, happy that he had not broke it yesterday. He grabbed his black bike, walking by his side until he got to the street pathway. He hopped on his bike when he confirmed it was clear and that he wouldn't crash into anyone. He started peddling down the street, he tried memorizing the hill. He had finished his drawing off yesterday, but he still wanted to add some extra detail into it. Maybe some colour.

He biked through the rich part of the city, wishing he could be like them. They have mansions and massive gardens; Alex doesn't even have a garden. That thought sure put a bumper in his previous excited mood. He sighed softly, his eye averting around him. He smiled as he reached the start of the hill, spotting the fence with trees and nice green grass. Now all he had to do was try to remember where the bridge was. It doesn't matter if he doesn't go the right way, he's always up for an adventure. He biked to the right, remembering the little path with a soft pavement, even more grass and trees. The place looks fantastic- like a fairy tale from a book. All of it is colourful, extraordinary. Alex couldn't believe he hadn't found this place before. I guess that's what bringing in your room most of the time does to you. Alex smiles widely as he sees the bridge up ahead. He begins to bike faster. He reaches the bridge without falling off his bike. He dismounts himself from the bike, setting it nicely on the ground. Alex was happy today. No problems were caused between him and his mum. No depressing thoughts travelled the road to his thoughts. It's a nice day today. The sun shining, making Alex even more happier. What better way than to spend your happy moments here?

The stream below him glistened, the water twinkling. The same birds were tweeting, sounding more peaceful than ever. Alex looked up after placing his art book down on the ledge. The huge house caught his eye again. It look well look after. From what he could see, it looked like it was freshly painted every week. He grinned, looking down at his drawing, deciding to add a little more detail with the colour to make it look its best. He finally decided yesterday that he was going to give the drawing to the house at the top of the hill. He really wanted this drawing to look magnificent. He set his head down, ready to finish his masterpiece of art.

After about an hour, Alex was finally happy with his drawing. He smiled down at it, feeling generally proud about it. He must admit that it's the best thing he's ever drawn. Now, he's going to give it away, give it to the person(people) who live in that huge country-side-ish mansion. Alex got his phone out, taking a quick snap at his drawing. Once he was happy with the pictures he had took, he placed his art book carefully in his newspaper-round bag. He got on his bike, ready for the adventure to the mansion.

By the time Alex was halfway up the hill, he was exhausted. He didn't realise it began to get a little steeper until his legs almost gave way. He jumped off his bike, deciding just to walk the bike up the hill, heavy breathing.

A statue had caught his eye. A grey statue. He didn't know who the statue was meant to be, or what it stood for, but it caught his eye. It looked like something he could draw. He hummed, taking one good glance at the tall statue before gliding his way to continue up the hill. He remembered to come back here as well.

"Maybe I'll go back to it after giving them my drawing?" He shrugged his shoulders, looking up to see the house right in front of him. His eyes sparkled with pure awe. The house was massive! A tall tree was just outside the window.

What if they're serial killers?

As soon as that thought popped into his head, music was being played from the top window on the mansion. He could tell it was coming from the window by the tree because it was the only one open. Who would have one window open on a hot day like this? Alex shrugged, walking over to the tree.

"This tree looks climb-able," Alex hummed, placing his bike on the grassy ground.

"I hope they don't mind." Alex said to himself, placing his foot on the tree.

Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. What if they come out and kill me?

Alex thought, wrapping his arm around the thin-ish tree.

I only want to see who's playing Angels And Airwaves loudly. They probably won't notice me through the music.

As Alex had said these thoughts, he was already up the tree.

God, why did I ever think this was a great idea? It's a little creepy, isn't it? Oh well, I'm already up here now.

There was a thin branch in front of Alex that was blocking his view from the window. He frowned, moving the branch instantly. He pulled it down. He was camouflaged by the leaves. As his eyes reached the window in front of him, his eyes nearly popped out their sockets.

There standing, dripping wet, a towel hanging dangerously low, was the hottest guy in school:

Jack Barakat.

Alex bit his lip, aimlessly looking Jack up and down as he began to sing to 'Everything's Magic' by Angels And Airwaves. Alex's eyes were looking dangerously low at Jack's exposed chest, looking right down to where the towel was placed: half way down his perfect v-line. Alex bit his lip harder at the sight. Now, he was beginning to feel more like a creep, but he still watched, dashing the leaves over him a bit. The whole of Jack's hair and body was dripping wet. Alex watched as Jack bent down to get something.

I need to stop.

He told himself. He sighed, looking at Jack's body up and down once more and he jumped down from the tree, well, jumped from halfway down the tree.

"Should I give the drawing to them now?" He asked himself. Alex would always admire Jack in school. Jack was literally Alex's crush. Ever since Jack came out as bisexual, that drew Alex closer and closer to him. Though, Alex only ever talks to him in Science in school, because they sit next to each other. Alex bit his lip for the hundredth time, this time, with nerves.

Jack doesn't know I was looking at him. I don't need to worry.

He reminded himself, walking over to the front door, he collected his art book on the way.

"Here goes nothing." He whispered to himself, knocking on the door with his fist. After a couple of minutes, there was no reply. He tried knocking with the golden handle, hitting against the door with a little force, remembering Jack's music was on. His parents must be out. Alex could hear the music switch off. He took a deep breath, trying to relax himself. He knew he wouldn't be this nervous if Jack wasn't the hottest guy in school, also his crush.

Seconds later, the door was opening, a Jack Barakat still just in his towel was standing there. Alex kept his head up, not daring to look at Jack's body.

"Oh, hey Gaskarth." Jack smirked, leaning against the frame white he kept his hand on his towel in case it fell. Alex gulped.

"H-Hey." Alex stuttered. Jack would never admit it, but he thought Alex's stutters were cute, hot in fact. Just the way he gets all worked up. Jack just finds it hot.

"And how may I help you?" Jack asked, the smirk never leaving his face. He took a moment to look Alex over. His pink, brown and white hair was styled to absolute perfection. He was wearing an Angels and Airwaves shirt, long sleeves adding to it. He was wearing black skinny jeans as he normally does.

He's hot. I mean, he's always been hot,

Jack thought to himself. To be honest, right now, Jack was horny as Fuck. Every time he got out the shower, he would instantly turn horny, and looking at Alex up and down isn't going to help.

"I-I was um, I was down at the bridge, uh, somewhere down there," Alex pointed behind him, turning back to face Jack.

"A-and I was fanticaised by your house, so I kinda d-drew it. I thought I'd give it to you." Alex replied shyly.

Give it to me? Damn right he can give it to me... Dammit hormones.

Jack mentally cursed himself.

"You want to give it to me?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow, his smirk growing( that isn't the only thing growing)

"Uh, yeah." Alex mumbled, his shyness getting the best of him. That's all it took for Jack. Even though Jack knew Alex was on about something else, he still pulled Alex by the t-shirt crashing his lips to his. Oh, by the way, Jack knows everything about Alex. He knows about his little crush.

Alex was surprised by the force that Jack used. Jack closed the door, pinning Alex against the wall beside it. He leant down to Alex's ear, whispering seductively.

"Then give it to me."

Notes

I um, uhhhh...this happened. This story's weird, I know XD Yep, smut for the next chapter. Thanks for reading! Also, Alex is a creep