Kiss and Sell

Jack had been healing quite well and ever since he started to get more mobile and was able to take care of himself Alex had been staying at his house less. He and Jack started to get tense after so long of always being around each other so going home is exactly what Alex needed before he (or Jack) said something they regretted. Sadly, Jack wasn't the only person Alex was tense with. His mother and him had (somewhat) forgave each other, but it was still awkward around them and Alex had a lot on his mind he wanted to say to his mother, but bit his tongue every time.

He could tell Peter had been around while he was gone. He could tell that soon he'd be home full time again. He saw his clothes in the laundry room that his mother was obviously washing for him, and even his work boots after school sitting by the front door like they had been waiting for him all day. He oddly never ran into his father while coming and leaving the house. Alex was kind of thankful for it. He couldn't imagine what his reaction would be if he saw his father again.

All the boxes in the house that once scattered and stacked across the living room and blocked doorways were completely gone now. Even the old clothes that Isobel had hoarded for years and stole from some kind of charity organization that had always piled high in the hall floor were gone. Alex was kind of proud of his mother. He knew how hard it must have been for her to throw out all that stuff she held dearly.

At the moment, though, Alex was playing music in his room from his small phone’s speaker while answering the occasional text when his bedroom door opened. He really only thought it was Isobel bringing in his clothes that she now did for him since she was sticking to the whole "changed" thing. She made dinner and everything now. He glanced up as he heard footsteps and saw Peter walking across the room to him. He sat up completely, fully prepared to run out of the room, and watched as Peter stopped and crossed his arms over his chest while saying, "So, you didn't die after all? Izzy said, but I had to see it for myself."

"Yeah, no thanks to you." Alex muttered as he grabbed his phone and turned off the music. He didn't know what his father wanted but he was ready to either fight back or run. His fingers fiddled with buttons on his phone as he kept his gaze down at Peter's feet. He felt so small compared to his father.

"Where have you been staying?" Peter asked. He sounded genuinely curious to what Alex had been up to. He took a step forward and Alex tensed up. Peter seemed to notice because he stopped and instead waited for Alex's answer.

Alex thought for a moment. He was unsure what he should say. His mother might have changed but he had no idea if Peter even considered doing such things. He ran his fingers through his hair stressfully, "I was just at a friend's." He decided to say -keeping it short and simple.

"But where?" Peter stressed. He obviously wanted to know exactly where and Alex was not at all going to tell him.

"What the fuck do you want? A fucking address? I was at a friend's, Dad. What do you want from me?" He snapped and almost immediately regretted it as Peter lurched forward and snatched the collar of his shirt. He yanked him out of bed to a standing position and grabbed his wrist, letting his nails sink into his skin making Alex hiss in pain.

"You were at Jack's, weren't you?" Peter hissed. Alex hadn't even really known that Peter knew his name, but somehow or another he did, and it was fucking scary hearing him say his name with such venom in his voice. Someone Alex kind of (a lot) cared for, "You little brat." Peter growled, "I'm only gonna tell you this one more fucking time -stay the fuck away from that kid or I'll kill him." He threatened, "And then I'll kill you. And this time you won’t come back." He threw Alex down on his bed, watching as he bounced on the mattress, and snarled, "Tell your mother any of this and I'll break your fucking legs."

Alex whimpered and nodded as Peter turned around and strutted out of his room. Alex didn't know what to do. He was torn between wanting to be around Jack all the time and wanting to protect him. He could feel his breathing became erratic as he curled up into a ball and wrapped his arms around his knees. Silent sobs shook his small, fragile frame as he thought of having to painfully stay away from the boy who he might (really) love. He felt heartbroken to know he would have to ignore Jack after just getting him back too. It was scary to lose Jack all together, but knowing he was safe was good enough.

His phone went off and he grabbed it while wiping his nose on his sleeve and saw it was Jack's number. He took in a shaky breath and answered the phone quietly.

"Hey, Ally Bo-Bo. What are you doing?"Jack answered. Alex could hear the smile in his voice. He didn't want to ruin his night, not when it was obviously doing so good.

"Ally Bo-Bo?" Alex giggled.

"Shut up, ass. It slipped out." Again, Alex could hear everything in Jack's voice. He was surely blushing at the moment. The way his voice trailed off in embarrassment. Alex could see him looking down at his lap and biting his lip as he nervously waited for Alex to make fun of him. He seemed to get so shy around him for some reason.

"It was cute." Alex said with a small smile crossing his face, "I like it." He added. It was silent for quite sometime before Jack was finally mumbling, "I miss you."

"We saw each other today, Jack." Alex rolled his eyes. He let his head fall back onto his pillow as he looked up at the ceiling of his room, watching as the fan slowly turned and the light bulb flickered.

"Doesn't mean I can't miss you." Jack countered. To be honest Alex kind of missed Jack too. But maybe it was because he knew he probably was never going to be able to talk to him again.

"I miss you too." Alex said, "I wanna see you."

"We saw each other today." Jack mocked in what Alex assumed was supposed to be his voice, but it just sounded like Jack was trying to talk in a really bad English accent.

"The fuck, dude." Alex laughed, "What a fuck boy’’, He rolled his eyes, "If you don't want to see me just say it, Jack Barakat."

"I don't want to see you." Jack joked.

"Jack!" Alex laughed, "Fuckin' rude!"

Jack was quiet for a moment before he asked, "What did you do today?"

"What kind of question is that?" Alex asked, turning to lay on his side as he listened to Jack scoff and say, "One that shows I'm interested in your life and what you do. The hell do you think it is?"

"So girly." Alex said as he shook his head, "You know what I did today. You were right next to me the whole time. I did nothing." Which was kind of true. He didn't do shit in school. He really kind of hated school.

"What'd ya do after that then? The time I wasn't by your side?" Jack asked.

Alex bit his lip, "Jack I need to tell you something." He sighed. He really didn't want to tell Jack, but then again he kind of had to. He didn't want to bother Jack with the worry of having to watch his back everywhere he went, but if he didn't tell him Jack would have less of an advantage if his father came looking for him.

"What is it, dimples?" Jack asked.

"Dimples?" Alex squeaked, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Its your nickname, dummy." Jack chuckled, "'Cause you got cute dimples." He reasoned.

"I hate it. Don't call me that." Alex whined, "God, you have the weirdest pet names. Just call me baby or something."

"No, I don't call anyone that. I hate that name." Jack stressed.

Alex rolled his eyes, "Whatever, just let me freakin' talk." Alex said before biting his lip and mumbling, "I talked to Peter."

"Wait, like talked to him like you saw him?" Jack asked, "What did he say? Did he hurt you again?"

"No, no. He just... He said I wasn't allowed to hang out with you anymore."

Jack was quiet for a moment before scoffing, "Well, that's not gonna happen. You gotta hang out with me. You're my best friend."

"Um, well he said he'd kill me and you if I did." Alex said before sighing, "So, like... W-we can't be friends anymore."

"Alex, shut the fuck up. You're dad can't do that. You should call the fucking cops on that prick. In fact, I'm gonna do it myself."

"Jack!" Alex cried, "Don't!"

"Why? Give me one good reason why not to, and I wont." Jack snapped and when Alex didn't say anything he muttered, "That's what I thought."

"Please don't. I just don't want to make anymore problems for myself." Alex eventually pleaded.

Jack sighed, "Then what do you want to do? Just give up? I mean... We can't even go one night without talking... how can we just... stop?"

Alex bit his lip, "I don't know, Jack... Maybe we'll figure something out, but... I don't want you getting hurt. I'm really sorry, baby." He mumbled. He hated doing this. He hated thinking about being away from Jack for long.

"How is he gonna know if we hang out, Lex? How?" Jack asked. He obviously was upset about it and Alex hated doing it do him. He really did. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain. He could physically feel his heart break.

"I don't know but I'm not taking the fucking chance... I don't want you hurt! I-I... I'm sorry." He hung up before Jack could say anything else and buried his face in his pillow. He heard his phone go off and knew it was Jack so he took the battery out and threw it across the room. He hated himself. He laid there and cried. He never cried about a person before. It felt like hell.

Notes

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