Now there's a piece of me
Tells me I shouldn't leave
Everytime I see your face

I remembered when it began. I recently transferred from private to public school my freshman year in high school. I was rather nervous and somewhat uncomfortable, like any fourteen-year-old foreigner would be. The change from strict uniform to wearing whatever I wanted was rather drastic but comforting. I even bought a pair of skinny jeans my friend Lisa said would look great on me.

The change of school wasn’t so bad. I made friends almost immediately. I wasn’t popular, but I wasn’t invisible either. Literally everyone who met me liked me. I loved alternative music and wearing my hair long, but I also liked sports and video games. I was an extrovert and seemed to get along with everyone who crossed my path.


Well almost everyone.


After Christmas break I came across a certain Jack Barakat who was in his fourth period math class. He was a tall, lanky boy with long black hair and streaks of blonde mixed within. He was rather quiet and didn’t really seem to talk to anyone. Even in lunch he sat by himself. Not really eating but writing in a small brown notebook. The tip of his pen would never leave the page he frantically wrote things and quickly. By the time the bell rang you would seem him finish his last sentence, snap his notebook shut and hold it close. He always had this notebook in his hand. Was he a poet? A story writer or maybe even a song writer? This boy really intrigued me, and I felt bad that he didn’t really seem to have any friends. Zack and Rian, my closest friends told me about Jack. They said he was a reserved boy, a person who was happy not talking to anyone, but the whole notebook thing was something fairly new. Last school year, Jack just spent most of his time reading a book or just listening to music. Both Rian and Zack tried to make friends with Jack, but he would just stare at them blankly and smile sometimes. He would eventually walk away, without even letting them finish their one-way conversations with him, they told me.

“He’s better off alone it seems.”

“I want to talk to him.” I glanced in Jack’s direction. To my surprise, Jack was staring at me. He looked down a few seconds after and jotted things down in his brown notebook. I furrowed my eyebrows. Was he a diary writer? Seemed like he was.

“Good luck Gaskarth. All he does is stare at you dumbly and smile like he doesn’t give a fuck.” Rian said bluntly. “He likes being antisocial.”

“But he’s wearing a Blink shirt.” I grinned. “I love that band.”

“Good luck talking to a brick wall with a cocky smile.” Zack rolled his eyes as I got up and walked towards the boy. He was sitting under a tree, his back resting on it as he wrote stuff down on his journal. He was a fast writer it seemed. I walked towards Jack who didn’t even seem to notice.

“Hi.” I said softly.

The boy looked up, his eyes were wide. He stared blankly at me like his friends warned me he would. His lips quivered like he wanted to say something, but instead he grabbed his things and ran away quickly.

I frowned, had I scared him? The boy was fast to leave the scene. He left quicker than I assumed he would. Maybe he really didn’t like being with other people.


~*~


It was my last year of high school, I remembered. I was so happy to finally leave for college. I had music and English scholarships and was ready for my adult life. I’d acquired a girlfriend too, but lost her after a she had an affair. All in all, I was a happy guy, but there was something that constantly bothered me. I had the feeling of always being watched for some reason. I brushed it off. Maybe I was just paranoid. But the feeling of being watched became progressively worse. I would turn my head in the direction of the person or thing watching me, but it was gone before I could even see it.

It was worse in the locker room showers after gym class. I swore someone eyes were locked on me as I showered. That feeling started to mess with my mind. I shook my head multiple times trying to brush off that feeling, but I couldn’t. Even at home, before I would fall asleep I felt eyes locked on me through my bedroom window.

Whoever or whatever was watching me was very stealthy, and seemed to never get caught by me. I was sick of it. I needed to know if something or someone was watching me. I needed to know because maybe I was going insane.

During lunch one school day, I ate with my friends, enjoying my day. I glanced in other direction. There, those eyes I felt them looking straight at me. I recognized those eyes and piercing gaze. The eyes fixated on me belonged to no other than Jack Barakat. I shook my head and blinked a few times. Jack was gone by the time I was focusing where Jack once sat.

Was Jack the one who’d been watching me? Was Jack stalking me? It did make me somewhat uncomfortable because well this quiet boy whom I knew nothing about was possibly watching me from a distance. Following my every move. No, maybe it was just paranoia thinking for me. Maybe just maybe, Jack was coincidently staring at me at the moment I felt I was being watched. People stare when they’re day dreaming right? Maybe Jack was casually staring at me as he day dreamed.

But why did Jack look so focused, like he knew what he was looking at and he wasn’t day dreaming. Why did Jack’s eyes and gaze feel just like those I felt on the daily basis?
It wasn’t until a week later that I was certain Jack was stalking me. I paid close attention to the boy I tried to make friends with freshman year. Nothing much changed about him, he still carried the same notebook, he was a few inches taller and his hair did grow out a lot more. He was actually rather good looking.

During lunch, I made sure to sit in a direction to be facing Jack the entire time I was there. Every small glance I took, I saw Jack dip his head down and write stuff, making it seem like he wasn’t staring. Was the notebook just an act? Maybe he’d been taking tabs on me. No, why would Jack do something so creepy like that?

After high school and college, I managed to get a job at a law firm as a lawyer’s secretary. I myself was studying to become an attorney and I wanted some kind of experience before I entered the world of law and criminal justice.Which is what I was doing now, sitting in my small desk in the entrance of the firm remembering my high school years.

Why was I pondering with those memories?

I was trying to remember if I could see how and why my current stalker was and is watching me.

Yes, I finally confirmed that Jack Barakat the quiet boy from high school was in fact stalking me. Was it sheer coincidence that Jack just so happened to work at the same law firm as me? As a secretary for another lawyer? Was it coincidence that Jack just so happened to live in the same apartment complex as me?

No, there was no way it was coincidence. It has been eleven years and Jack is still watching me. Still carrying a notebook around that he made sure to never leave his sight or hands I noticed. Why hadn’t I called the police on Jack already? I didn’t know. Maybe Jack was just shy.

I didn’t know what to think at this point. I walked to the employee lounge and turned around almost immediately, Jack was right behind me. I was literally going to just punch him and tell him what the fuck was his god damn problem. His eyes were starting to make me go insane, I felt like I was always being watched. You know what, I fucking am being watched all the time. When I saw Jack smile softly, my anger eased a little. I couldn’t hurt him. My fists clenched a little as I walked past the door. Jack ‘casually’ entered as well. Today was little different from his usual stalking routine. He usually kept his distance from me, but he was actually in the same room as me. Which he really didn’t seem to like doing. He looked rather uncomfortable. I walked out, knowing he’d be right behind me. I turned around and to my surprise he wasn’t.

After the long work day, I went home and surprise fucking surprise Jack’s car is right behind my own. Driving to the same apartment complex. I was at the verge of committing suicide now if I didn’t find out what the fuck Jack wanted from me. Which is what I planned on doing tonight. We were walking towards the apartments both him and me, he kept his ten foot distance like always. I stopped walking and tuned slightly. I could feel his eyes on my back. I knew he wasn’t walking anymore.

I turned around and just as I thought, he was standing there emotionless. Eyes fixated on me. He gazed down, looking ashamed. He knew that I knew he was my stalker. He never approached me though. He never took the time to ever talk to me. I don’t even know what his voice sounds like.

The halls were empty and it was very late. I walked towards him, and I saw his body stiffen more and more the closer I got. He stepped back a little, he looked scared. Did he think I was going to hurt him? I was at speaking distance with him now.

“Jack. Don’t run away.” Was the first thing I said to him. I didn’t want him to. I need to know what he wants from me. I have questions and need answers now.

"I know you’ve been stalking me, and I pretty sure you know I do. I’m not scared. Though I really should be. Jack, what do you want from me? I’ll give you money, anything. Just please stop. You’re messing with my mind and I don’t know what to do. You don’t scare me, but it’s your gaze that I feel all the god damn time and Jack I can’t deal with it anymore. So stop! Please, just stop!” I could feel my tears stream down my face as I spoke. Jack was trembling, his lips quivered and his eyes watered as well.

“Say it already! Fuck Jack just speak!” I grabbed him by the shoulders. He shook, trying to release himself from my grasp and I was not going to let him get away. I pressed him against the wall and stared right into his eyes. I saw the reflection of myself through his dark brown eyes. These eyes I despised so much that has been nonstop watching me for the past eleven years were actually really pretty from this distance.

“Jack please.” I whispered. We were both crying. He didn’t even whimper. His eyes were just teary. His voice still remained unheard to me.

“Are you mute?” I asked, I was probably being very unfair to him right now. I was forcing him to speak and maybe he didn’t even know how.

“N-no.” He croaked. I couldn’t help but smile. I finally heard my stalker’s voice.

“Then why won’t you say something. I’m asking you a question and I fucking demand answers Barakat.” I said sternly.

“Alexander, I’m sorry.” He said softly. This was the first time in such a long time I’ve heard someone say my full name.

“Jack, why? Why have you been stalking me?” I grabbed his arm pulling him towards my apartment, which was just a few doors away from his own. I unlocked the door and looked back at him. He was shaking, like he was a lost boy looking for his mother. He was pale as with fear. Like someone was at the verge of killing him.

“Come sit.” I said as I guided him into my small living room. His eyes still fixated on me, but for some reason it wasn’t bothering me as much as I thought it should. More like, why the fuck am I inviting the person who has been stalking me for the past eleven years? He could be planning to kill me and I’m practically handing him the gun.

“Jack, I’m not going to stop asking you until you tell me.” I looked at him seriously.
His lips were pressed together, and he was shaking still. I grabbed his chin and made him look directly into my eyes. These eyes I despise so much, I was letting them look straight at me. I honestly didn’t know how to feel. Why is it that these god dammed eyes I hated so much were so lovely. I let him stare at me. There were a deep dark brown, with dilated pupils and swollen skin around them with bags that showed his lack of sleep.

“I. Alex I-“ He paused. I wasn’t going to say anything I wanted to hear his answer. There was a minute of silence. He was literally waiting for me to speak.

“You what?” I frowned. He sighed and looked at me with an innocent face.

“I can’t really… explain it.” He darted his eyes in the other direction, avoiding my gaze.

“Look at me Jack. This time I actually want you to look at me.” I grabbed his chin once again. I licked my lips as I did so. I couldn’t help but notice how good looking he actually was. He was a lot taller now, grew a short beard. His hair was completely black now and styled differently. Who was I kidding? My stalker is really hot.

“Please Jacky?” I asked softly, making up a nick name hoping he’d feel a lot more comfortable to talk to me.

“Why do you always carry that journal?” I asked, arching a brow.

“It’s nothing. J-just a check list.” He said. I grabbed the journal. He looked at me with desperate eyes as I tried to pull it away from him.

“D-don’t do that. You don’t want to-“ He said gripping the journal tighter.

“Jack, I think I deserve to invade your privacy just a little just like you have been invading mine since forever.” I said pulling the journal out of his grasp.

“I-I’m leaving.” He said, practically running to my front door.

“Jack wait!” I said dropping the journal and walking towards him. I shut the door he was trying to open. Pressing my body against his.

“You still owe me an explanation.” I said in a lower voice. He whimpered, actually making noises when I felt his crotch dig into my leg. I suddenly felt the urge to press my lips against his. Why? I don’t know. So I did. It was a light kiss. Soft and sweet. His lips were a bit cracked, but felt nice against mine.

“Will you tell me now?” I said, pulling away. He was blushing bright red.

“I r-really like you.” He stammered.

“So that’s why you’ve been stalking me? Why couldn’t you just talk to me? Remember I approached you in high school? But you ran away!”

“I was shy.” He pulled away, looking bashful and ashamed.

“So you decided to stalk me?” I shook my head, a bit disgusted but at the same time flattered.

“I-I couldn’t help myself. A-Alex you’re nice to look at. The way you smile, the way you laugh. The way you twirl your hair and scrunch your nose when you’re confused. The way you blush and tap your toe when you’re nervous. The way you laugh, and sing. You’re sense of humor. Everything about you is perfect, and I- I just love looking at you.” He said with watery eyes.

“Jack.” I rubbed his cheek. No one had ever said something so sweet to me. My heart swelled up. Was it creepy? Yes. But, he was just a shy guy.

“You paranoid me Jack. I always felt watched by you. I was scared of you. I thought you were going to kill me or something-“

“Alex, I would never hurt you. I-I just wanted to be with you.” He cried.

“Don’t cry Jack, you should’ve just talked to me. I actually think you’re really cute. Even back then I thought you were cute.” I smiled.

“I’m sorry Alex, I just- I’m so weird and I’m pretty sure you hate me and I-“

I kissed him. I didn’t want to see him torturing himself like that. I did hate him. I did hate his god damn eyes, but his intention weren’t to hurt me. I felt him relax and kiss back. His hands found themselves grasping my hips and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He might have acted very submissive, but I felt his dominance immediately when he pushed his tongue against my bottom lip. I slacked my jaw, letting his tongue enter my mouth. I moaned as I felt his tongue rub against mine. I sucked it lightly. I’d never kissed someone in such a long time, and kissing him felt nice.

I pulled away, catching my breath as he stared at me. My anger and despotism towards him died away little by little. Yes, he caused me pain without doing anything to me, but they were never his intentions. He looked at me for at least a minute, expressionless. Then he spoke.

“A-Alex, I’m sorry.” He breathed out.

“Jack it’s okay.” I rested my forehead on his shoulder.

“Are you s-sure?” Jack whispered. I look back up at him and kissed him. Reassuring him that it was fine. I was flattered. He was just a nervous man who liked looking at me. Strange? Yes. But I always liked his personality, before I thought he was a creepy stalker. He was very quiet and to himself. He’d always intrigued me. I once again, wrapped my arms around him. Letting him kiss me. He pulled away and attached his lips to my neck. Light kisses pressed on my skin. He then proceed to bite me slowly. He sucked the skin, grazed his teeth, and then soothed it with his tongue.

“J-jack.” I gasped. He was turning me on. Holy fuck, it felt great.

“Mhmm.” He pulled away, locking his eyes with mine. They were darker, and his pupils even larger. I actually liked the way his eyes looked at me.

“T-take me,” I said. “Make me yours.”

He kissed me again. Then I lead him to my room. At this point, I was letting my dick do the talking for me. He made me hard, and fuck I needed him. Was it crazy that I was letting my stalker fuck me? Yes. But I was hard, and he was hot.

We made our way to my room. I grabbed him by his shirt collar and kissed him roughly. I felt him pull off his blazer and throw it on the ground. I lay myself on the bed and pull him on top of me. He kissed me just as roughly as I did. He rutted his hips forward and straddled me. God the friction he’s causing is making me harder, if that was even fucking possible. He pulls off of me and lets me take my own blazer off. I stood up and he sits on my bed. I loosened his tie and took it off of him and I began to unbutton his dress shirt. He stares at me the entire time watching every single movement I made.

I climbed on top of him and sit on his lap, letting him take my shirt off. I rubbed my hard cock against his through our pants. He moaned and fuck he sounds amazing. My shirt comes off and he starts to unbuckle my belt. He does it while looking at me the entire time. I never thought I’d actually like the way he looked at me. Desire, is what I saw now. His gaze wasn’t ominous or disturbing anymore. Lustful is what it was.

“Jack, oh fuck.” I said as he palmed me. I work on his belt too. “Too much clothes.” I got up once again to taking my pants off and my shoes, not my boxers. I was a bit nervous being fully exposed. He kicked his shoes and pants off, sitting on my bed with his boxers. I didn’t hesitate and I kneeled in front of him. Playing with the waistband of his ethika boxers. He whimpered and still watched my movements, his gaze never leaving me. I pulled his hard dick out and kissed the tip. Licking around the head. I looked up at him, his expression was shock. Had he not wanted me to do this? Or was he shocked that I was actually doing it? I sucked on tip and looked up at him innocently. He bit his lip and ran his fingers through my hair, pushing my fringe away from my forehead.

“Y-you’re beautiful.” He gasped as I sucked one more inch of him into my mouth. I could feel my cheeks burn. He was complementing me. I felt a lot more confident when I took him deeper into my mouth and he moaned again. I moaned with him, vibrating on his dick. I bobbed my head over and over. Grazing my teeth over that vein I found under his cock. He moaned louder. I loved the noises he was making. I swirled my tongue and locked our eye contact. He was flushed bright red with his mouth making an O shape. I could feel his thighs shake. He was trying hard not to thrust into my mouth. I slacked my jaw and pulled him out, stroking him and biting my lip, grinning devilishly.

“Fuck my mouth.” I said rubbing his thigh. I put the tip in and waited looking up at him, his lips quivered and he grabbed some of my hair thrusting upward, but only slightly. I knew he was holding back. He was so thoughtful, like he almost didn’t want to. He pulled out of my mouth, moaning loudly. He thrusted again, a little harder this time. I moaned showing him how much I liked it. I did like it, a lot for some reason. I thanked my throat for the lack of gag reflex when I felt his tip hit the back of throat. I tried my best to swallow. Feeling very confident when he moaned even louder. He pulled out and pushed back in again and again. I bobbed my head slightly, lowering my hands and pulling my dick out and pumped myself. He saw me and moaned.

“Oh fuck Alexander!” He yelled. Shit, that was hot. “I’m gonna-“ He came inside my mouth and I drank his orgasm, pulling his dick out and licking it as it softened.

“Mmm, you taste so good.” I said looking up at him again.

“You-you’re amazing.” He said as he pulled me up to kiss him. He tasted himself inside my mouth. I laid on top of him, then rolled to the side of the bed. I grabbed the lube I had in my night stand and squirted some in my hand. I needed him to fuck me, but he was soft. I wanted him to get hard again and fast. He liked looking at me. So I came up with a plan. I pushed my boxers all the way off and touched myself, looking at him, trying my best to make eye contact as I pumped my dick. Flicking my wrist faster and faster.

“Jack.” I moaned. Biting my lip. I saw him lick his lips and get closer to me. “Oooh fuck. Mmm Jack.” I kept saying his name. Enticing him to get hard. I saw his eyes marvel over my body, his hands hovered over me and then he turned me over. Holding onto my legs as he put them on either side of himself.

“Oh yeah Jack, fuck me.” I gasped as he looked at me. “Mmm, I want your cock.” I was dirty talking. I couldn’t help myself. I was horny and I loved doing it. Plus, my dirty talk seemed to have effect on him when I noticed his dick twitch.

“How do you want me Jack?” I asked as I spread my legs for him.

“Is th-this actually happening?” He breathed out, staring at me. He was in disbelief. Did he really think I wasn’t going to like him back or reject him? Call the cops on him and put a restraining order on him? Or course, any person with a logical mind set and morality would do so. Especially someone like me. But I did like him, a little and I slowly liked him more and more with every minute I spent with him. Was it the sex? No, I didn’t want to think it was that. It was the way he looked at me. I finally had the source of that annoying gaze in my presence, naked, lathering its hard cock with lube and pushing two wet fingers inside me.
He didn’t warn me and I gasped. Or more like I didn’t pay attention. I was busy thinking I didn’t realize how much it hurt until now. Fuck his fingers were long. He pushed them in faster and fuck. He pushed them right into my prostate.

“Fuck! Jack! There! Holy shit, Ah!” I yelled. God, that felt amazing. His eyes widen as he stared at me. He was looking right at my face. I was biting my lips and furrowing my brows together.

“Wow, you’re beautiful. I-I never thought I’d ever get to see you like this.” He bit his lip.

“J-jack,” I felt like crying somewhat because of the pain mixed with pleasure, but also his sweetness. He was complementing me. He hasn’t made any dirty or incoherent remarks. All he would do is call me beautiful and stare at my face. “Fuck me, please.” I grinded on his fingers. I felt him pull them out and then I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance. God, he wasn’t small and I’ve never taken it in the ass before.“Are you ready?” He caressed my cheek, making me look at him. I’m not going to lie, he was beautiful as well. His black hair, long and messy. His cheeks were flushed and those god damn eyes. Dark and brown, filled with lust.

“Yes, Jack, oh my god. But please go slow.” I said as he pushed inside me. I gasped. Holy fuck it hurt, I closed my eyes shut and I felt light kisses on my face, which became a lot more pleasant and calming.

“It’ll be okay.” He said as he kissed my cheek. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He breathed heavy. He was so nice, fuck I swore he was going to make me cry while fucking me.

“N-no, Jack, just g-give me a minute.” I said, trying my best to relax on him. He kissed my neck lightly. Then he whispered the sweetest things in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was and how all he wanted to do in life was make me happy and look at me. He said I was like a walking painting. A manifestation of his dream come true. How perfect I was, and how his intentions were not to hurt me.

“Oh Jack.” I gasped. “Y-you’re so sweet.” I felt a lot more at ease. “You c-can move now.” And with that I felt him pull out and push back in. I moaned softly, he fixed my head into his neck and said “Bite me if you have too. I don’t mind.” He said as he moved a lot faster. I did as he said and bit him softly then harder with the more he moved. I hooked my legs around his waist and clawed at his back. The moved my hands onto his hair. Pulling it as he pleased me. I moved away from his neck. He immediately raised his head and looked at me. I could see concern in his face which immediately turned into a soft smile when I moaned his name. I arched my back and pressed my chest against his. God, he was great. I ground my hips along with his thrust. He moaned as well, still looking at me. I rested my face against the pillow and moaned loudly. Moving my head up.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” He said kissing my jaw line.

“Ah ah Jack fuck mm. Right there! Yes yes! Fuck me, Ah!” I was moaning, speaking incoherently. The amount of pleasure he was making me feel was overwhelming. I was surprised I hadn’t come yet. He went faster, my words were making their effect on him. He abused me, I felt the tip of his dick hit my prostate. Oh god. It felt amazing.

“OH fuck! Yeah Jack! Mmm fuck me hard. Fuck me all night! Yes!” I said as he was pounding inside me.

“Does that feel good?” He mused, moaning. I could feel him easing up. He wasn’t as tense anymore. Yes, his sweet words were nice to hear. But right now, all I wanted to do is hear him talk to me.

“Yes, Jack fuck! Make me your slut.” I said as I rode him slightly.

“You like that don’t you?” He said in a lower voice. Holy fuck, he’s so god damn sexy.

“Mmm, yes. Jack I love you cock.” I gasped.

“My little slut.” He slurred. Yes, finally. Dirty talk. Just what I fucking wanted.


“All yours.” i said as he stared at me with those big brown eyes. “T-touch me.”

He snaked one of his arms down and gripped my leaking dick. Oh shit, that felt amazing. He pumped me fast and his thrusts were off beat now. Some really fast and some really slow. He was close. Shit his was moaning hard and I felt his hot breath down my neck.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he jerked me off.

“God dammit Alex.” He moaned, alliterating my name harder than whatever else he said. His sloppily kissed me. Trying his best to keep me quiet. I could tell my moans were bringing him closer to coming.

“Jack, I’m gonna come!” I yelled as I came. One of the best orgasms of my life. I clenched around his dick. His moaned my name loud as I felt him stop and come deep inside me. He pulled in and out slowly as he came. I was panting hard. Post-orgasm overwhelming my body.

“Alex,” He said as pulled out and laid beside me. Panting hard, trying his best to catch his breath. We laid there for a minute. Both out of breath, then slowly coming back to consciousness.

“Jack?” I said finally, breaking our comfortable silence.

“Leave right?” He said, I saw him turn his head around and look at me through the corner of my eye.

“Wh-what?” I questioned, shaking my head.

“I’m pretty sure you only did that to give me some kind of closure.” Jack said as he sat up. “I’m addicted to you Alex, but I don’t want to torture you anymore. I can’t imagine the inner torment you must be suffering because of me. I know you hate me.”

“J-jack,” I pulled myself up, kneeling behind him and wrapping my arms around his chest, I kissed his cheek. “Shut up.”

“Alex wh-what are you-”

“I like you Jack.” I breathed out. “Yes, you cause me inner torment and I may need to see a therapist. But I like you.”

“Are you being serious?” He turned his head to see me. I nodded happily.

“I really like you stalker!” I kissed his cheek, repeatedly. He giggled.

“I really like you too.” He sighed happily.

My stalker, who has been non-stop watching me for years and years was sitting naked in my bed as kissed him. Was I crazy? Maybe. Was this risky? Very.

But that didn’t matter, because after the span of living with my stalker for five months I came to realize how great of a person he was. How sweet and kind he could be. He never failed to kiss me good morning or good night. He never failed to remind me how beautiful I was in his eyes. He never failed to write down in his journal either. Logging down those notes that were still foreign to me.

“I love you.” I kissed him.

“I love you too.”

“Never leave me” I moaned.

“Of course I won’t” He thrusted.

“Fuck me Jack.”

“Anything for you.”

“You have no idea how much I love you.”

“Alex, you mean the world to me.”

“Jack.”

“Alex”

“Fuck yes.”

“Does that feel good?”

“It always does Jack.”

“I’m fucking you all night.”

“Please.”

“I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you too Jack”

“Forever?”

“As long as you keep looking at me.”

“I’ll never stop looking at you. You’re perfect.”

“I love you Jack.”

“I love you Alex.”

Notes

So I used my day off to write a one-shot that has been on my mind for the past month xD I think it's awkwardly written. Idk what do you guys think? I felt like writing a sequel or maybe making this two-shot. I dunno. I will if you guys want me too. c"
Title and lyrics from All Time Low's No Idea
Guys, tomorrow's my last day off of the week and I'm using that day to update my chaptered Jalex, Sometimes, The Sickness Is The Cure I had bad writer's block especially because I had this one shot bothering the fuck out of me so might as well get it out there. omf. yas. Anyway thank you for taking the time to read this!
~Olee ♥