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Is It Cool If I Hold Your Hand?

First Point of Contact

[Jack’s POV]

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I saw Alex a few times with loads of different people, girls and guys alike. I guess he was quite the “Mr. Popular” around here. Figures. Guess I wasn’t the only one who thought he was gorgeous.

Wait, no. Back it up. I was just acknowledging that he was quite good looking. No way did I like-
like him.

At lunch, I went on a search to find my new hang-out. I was hoping to discover a tree or a low wall not far from the school grounds. Instead I found some long, sturdy planks of wood and what looked like half a small, stone cottage. I stared at it for a while before piecing together what was before me.

I could build my hang-out.

I could. I could use the planks from here and I could smuggle out some boards from my old bunk-bed, which currently was residing in the attic. Together with some old pillows and a tarpaulin, I could make this my own.

I skirted around the edge of the ruin, suddenly excited. My head was filled with wild ideas of building this place up and practicing guitar here, and of course bringing my imaginary/future caramel-haired boyfriend here for intense make-out sessions between classes.

The thought of school brought me back down to earth. Glancing at my watch, I panicked when I realized I had to run if I was going to make it back in time for music class.

It was only when I ran into the classroom, a panting, sweaty mess, that I realized my future/imaginary boyfriend closely resembled the one and only Alexander Gaskarth.


[Alex’s POV]


I was sitting in music with some girl on my lap when Jack burst in, breathing heavily and hair all mussed up. He seemed to have a problem on his mind.

I pushed the girl, Lia I think her name was, off my lap distractedly. Lia (Leah?) tapped my shoulder and I turned to her pouting face. “Why did you push me Alex?” she whined. “Sorry..” I muttered. Another voice broke through the silence. “C’mon Leah,”

Ah. So it was Leah.

“..leave him alone. He needs some space.”

Damn right I did. Intrigued, I twisted around to see where the second voice was coming from. When I turned, I was met by a petite, blonde girl, who was smiling timidly at me. Leah got up and stormed off. I shrugged it off and stuck out a hand to the girl who had saved me. “Thanks. I’m Alex, by the way,” I said, throwing her my signature grin.

This made her smirk a bit. “I know who you are, silly. Have you not noticed me in this class with you for the past two years?” I blushed a bit and hung my head. She laughed softly, shaking my still-extended hand. “I’m Lisa. Lisa Ruocco.”

I opened my mouth to say something back, but thought better of it and closed it. Lisa grinned. “You were about to introduce yourself again, weren’t you?” I blushed a shade deeper and nodded. I looked over and she was laying out her pencils and slowly shaking her head. I think I was going to get along with this chick.

The sound of a guitar made me look around the room. To my surprise, I spotted Jack in the corner strumming gently on a purple acoustic. I recognised the intro to Blink-182’s song, “Rollercoaster”. I walked across the classroom to get to him. I must have disturbed him though, because as I neared him, he dropped his pick. I subconsciously bent down to pick it up and he did the same.

As our hands touched, I had to hold in a gasp. A burst of electricity ran up my arm and through my body at the contact of his skin on mine. We both rose up again and he nodded his thanks before he scurried off to his seat. I returned to mine.

As the teacher came in, I glanced back at Jack.

He must have felt it too, right?

Notes

You said you wanted a hint of Jalex, so here's a hint C:
Aaand welcome, Lisa, welcome to the family! I'll add her and some others to the character list tomorrow ^^
love y'all xx

Comments

@Jagk Skellington
..sorry ;-;-; *dramatic break-up face and/or voice* IT'S NOT YOU IT'S ME

luckiness luckiness
2/22/15

WTF WHY AH OH DAMN SAD FACE

@ApathyforSympathy
aww thanks it means a lot c':

luckiness luckiness
2/16/15

I'm glad to hear that you haven't given up completely on writing, because I fucking love your story and how you write ^.^

OH MY GOD, I JUST FOUND THIS FIC. PLEASE UPDATE.

Sempiternal Sempiternal
10/27/14