SaraBethGaskarth's Oneshots!
Dark Blue
"Next stop: Towson, Maryland!" The driver announced from the front of the bus, causing the four boys in the front lounge to cheer in unison. "Home, sweet home!" Alex cried out, looking out the window at the road signs on the highway which indicated they were only miles away from their homes. Well, miles away from Alex and Zack's homes, while Jack and Rian actually live in California technically.
Alex whipped out his phone and scrolled through his contacts as the bus moved over into an exit lane, soon to be leaving the highway.
Tonight, we lie awake
Remember how the coffee made us shake on those long drives?
One more long night...
Another seven days
Heartbeat racing
The interstate: my home tonight
For one more long night
These lyrics were brought to all four boys' minds, remembering the days when they would all be crowded into an eight-passenger van full of instruments and touring equipment, and a very loud 'Jurassic Jack' in the backseats. Well, somebody had to be the entertaining one.
Alex scrolled through his contacts, spotting the familiar name of Lisa Ruocco and pressing the call button, holding the device up to his ear. After a few rings, she picked up, and Alex could hear dogs barking in the background. His dogs. "Hey, babe," she greeted happily, and Alex couldn't help but grimace a little bit at the nickname. Alex and Lisa weren't currently a couple, but she still insisted on dog sitting for Alex because of her growing bond with Peyton and Sebastian over the years, and it was free, so Alex just couldn't turn the offer down.
"Hey, Lisa, we're going to be back in Towson in a few hours, so if you could just make sure the dogs are all fed and they've done their business outside and stuff before I pick them up, that would be great?" he said, almost as a question, although this was routine every time Alex came home for a few days during tour. "Of course, Alex! Just text me when you're almost here," she replied, to which he answered with an "of course I will." Alex said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, finding that all of the guys had dispersed, probably to grab some daily necessities from their bunks for the few days they had off.
"Welcome back to the Gaskarth residence," the bus driver called; bus grinding to a halt on the street in front of Alex's home. "Thanks so much," Alex said, pulling his bags off of the bus with Jack close behind, also carrying his own bags. Since Jack's house was on the other side of the country, Alex had immediately agreed to let his best friend spend the next few days with him. How could he possibly say no? The dark-haired man had been excited for this, of course, because Jack may or may not have some kind of feelings towards Alex that may or may not feel like more than 'best friend feelings'. Little did Jack know: Alex felt the same way.
After Alex and Jack had unloaded all of their bags into the house, Alex realized that two things were missing from the house. Two little furry things: Sebastian and Peyton. “I’m going to go get the dogs,” Alex said, picking up his keys. “You can come with if you want.” Jack just laughed at this statement. “And have unnecessary ‘Lisa Time’? Haha, noooo, thank you.” Jack replied. Alex just rolled his eyes and left for his dogs that were living with his ex-girlfriend.
You see, Jack never liked Lisa, as you can assume. Jack was actually pretty jealous of Lisa, actually. This is going to sound extremely high school of Jack, but he was jealous of Lisa Ruocco because she almost always had the one thing in life that Jack wanted: Alex’s full romantic attention. Jack could almost guarantee that even though Alex and Lisa weren’t currently an item, Lisa would receive at least a kiss on the cheek as a thank you for looking after the dogs. And how often did Alex kiss Jack? Well, besides the times on stage when it was all just a joke, never. Jack wanted to be Lisa.
Jack sighed in defeat and made his way to the kitchen where he found that there was no food in the house, as expected. After whipping out his phone and sending a text message to Alex explaining his absence when he returns, Jack got into his car that he left parked at Alex’s house on tour and made his way to the closest grocery store as he blasted Blink-182 songs and sang along off key.
“We’re home, kids!” Alex declared as he let Sebastian and Peyton off of the leash and into the house to run around and explore like they did every time they came home. They excitedly jumped on all the furniture and got their noses into everything, which was pretty routine. We waited for about an hour for Jack to return from the grocery store, when usually Jack buys as much food as he can stuff into a cart in about 20 minutes, and there was still no sign of him. I called his cell phone and got no answer.
After calling a few times and receiving no answer, I decided that maybe I should drive to the store and make sure he wasn’t getting himself into some kind of trouble. As I was slipping on my shoes and grabbing my keys, though, my cell phone finally rang. I didn’t even check if it was Jack before answering quickly. “Hello?” I said into the speaker, exasperated because of my lack of communication with the younger boy.
*Switch from 3rd person to Alex’s POV*
(I didn’t even mean to do that I’m just not used to writing in 3rd person so this somehow happened)
“Hello, is this Alexander Gaskarth?” a man with an unrecognizable voice asked. “Yes it is,” I replied confusedly. “I’m calling from the Baltimore City Hospital to inform you that Jack Barakat is currently checked into the ICU. He had you listed first in his emergency contact card from when Baltimore used to be his residence…you were listed above his mother?” I had no time to smile at the fact that Jack found me more important than his mother if he was in the hospital because oh my god, Jack is in the ICU.
“J-Jack is in the ICU?” I confirmed, grabbing my keys and sprinting to my car, phone pressed tightly to the side of my face. “Yes,” the man confirmed. “He was in an almost-fatal car crash. We’re not sure if he’ll survive the night.” I choked out a sob. Jack may not make it through the night. “I’m already on my way,” I said quietly, suddenly losing my voice as tears streamed from my eyes like waterfalls. “I’ll call his mother and let her know what’s going on.”
“Thank you, Mr. Gaskarth,” the man said, and we said our goodbyes and hung up as I drove probably about 20 miles per hour over the speed limit. I don’t even care. I need my Jack.
It wasn’t soon enough when my car skidded to a stop in the first available parking space of the hospital and I was running towards the front doors. I needed to get to him as fast as possible. What if this was the last time I ever saw him? No, Alex, I thought. Jack is strong. He will make it.
“I need to see Jack Barakat,” I declared to the secretary as she slowly typed in his name in the computer to look up his room number for me. “Now!” I emphasized, causing the old woman to type a little bit faster. “407B” she told me, and I thanked her profusely before running towards the elevators down the hall. It couldn’t come fast enough, but eventually I was running towards room 407B where doctors and nurses were rushing in and out.
“I need to see him!” I shouted, trying to fight my way through the doors into the room. “You must be Alex,” one of the nurses said, casually looking down at her clipboard. “Yes, and I need to see Jack right now!” I cried out, trying to make my way inside again, and this time I was successful. After stumbling inside and regaining my bearings, I surveyed the room and could have broken down crying on the spot. Jack lay lifeless in the bed, machines being hooked up to him by the doctors surrounding him, his head wrapped in gauze and ace bandages along with the majority of his arms and his right leg was already plastered into a cast. “Jack,” I whimpered, and his eyes opened and flickered over to me. “You’re alive!” I cried out, and the doctors looked at me like who is this kid?
Eventually, I was pushed out into the waiting room because technically I wasn’t supposed to be there, and they assured me that Jack “seems like a very strong young man and he should be okay”. So I’ve gone from getting “hey may not make it through the night,” to “he should be okay”. Yes, thank you doctors, for causing me a whirlwind of confusing emotions. I just want my best friend to be okay. A nurse came out into the waiting area to explain to me, in case I wasn’t already informed, that Jack had been involved in a head-on collision on his way home from presumably the grocery store judging from the bags strewn about in the back seat, and the accident was already ruled as the other victim’s fault when his cell phone was found on the floor with a text message partially typed. He was in better condition than Jack was, but he still had to come to the hospital to be checked out, and then visit the police station when he is well. I thanked the nurse and she returned to Jack’s room.
A few minutes later, Jack’s bed was wheeled out of the room and brought down the hall in the direction of the OR. I waved goodbye to Jack who was unable to move his arm, so he just wiggled his fingers and smiled sadly. I waited hours, and eventually an unconscious Jack Barakat was escorted back into his room, but this time I was allowed to stay with him until he woke up. “We normally wouldn’t let people stay in the ICU with the patients, but I can see that you two have some kind of unusual, unbreakable bond,” a nurse told me, and I just smiled and thanked her because the more I think about that one sentence – the more I realize it’s true.
Jack’s mother showed up around 6 pm, and by her attire she had obviously just rushed out of work and fought her way through rush-hour traffic. “Where’s my Jack?” she cried out, her Lebanese accent thick with worry. “Shh, he’s sleeping,” I informed her, and she rushed to his bedside anyway, heels clacking away on the tile floor. “Jack,” she whimpered, touching his cheek and sitting in a chair next to his bedside that I had occupied before I became too anxious to sit down. All of his vitals looked normal – he should be waking up soon, right?
“He-he just needs time to wake up from his surgery…” I said, more trying to convince myself than his mother I think. “He may not make it through the night,” was all I could think about. “He’ll be okay,” I whispered. I stood at his bedside, holding his right hand in mine and sighing deeply, and then I began to sing quietly.
Sing me to sleep
I’ll see you in my dreams
Waiting to say
I miss you I’m so sorry…
Joyce’s eyes flooded with tears and I stopped singing, realizing that I was also crying myself. This was not a good song to sing in this situation. I started to think about all of Jack’s favorite songs that he would listen to. Jack’s Mannequin came to mind.
I have you breathing down my neck
I don’t know what you could possibly expect under this condition so
I’ll wait for the ambulance to come
Pick us up off the floor
What did you possibly expect under this condition so
Slow down…this night’s a perfect shade of
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I’m here with you,
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I’m here with you
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue
Still holding Jack’s hand, I thought I could feel him squeeze mine a little bit, but perhaps it was just my imagination because moments later one of his monitors started beeping and nurses were rushing in to check on him. “His heartbeat suddenly went way up,” one of them explained to me before going back to check on Jack’s. His face was slowly starting to regain its color, too. Actually, his cheeks were almost a little more red than the rest of his body.
“It looks like he’s blushing,” one of the nurses observed, winking at me. “I heard you singing to him,” she declared, “and perhaps he heard you and is trying to wake up.” I couldn’t believe that my attempt to get Jack up might have actually helped. “Sing again!” the nurse exclaimed, checking over his vital signs as I began to sing again.
All the, small things
Truth care, truth bring
I’ll take one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always I know you’ll be at my show
Watching, waiting
Commiserating
Say it ain’t so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Jack’s heartbeat sped up as I sang quietly, gradually getting louder as I tried to wake Jack faster. Just as he seemed like he was about to wake up, though, his body went back into its state of unconscious rest that Jack had been in for the past few hours.
The nurses dispersed back through the hospital, telling me to let them know if I saw any changes in Jack. I sighed deeply as I took a seat next to his mother, who had been very quiet through the whole ordeal. “I’m going down to the cafeteria,” she announced before standing and putting a hand on my shoulder. “Do you want anything?” I shook my head no, and Joyce slowly walked from the room, taking one last glance back at Jack before closing the door.
“Jack,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “You can wake up now, if you want. I’m the only one in here, I know how shy you get…” I said, hoping that maybe this was all some kind of joke. You know Jack – classic prankster. “Please?” my voice cracked as I whispered that last word. No changes in Jack so far.
“Jack…you don’t know just how much you mean to me. Ever since we met in 7th grade, and we just became best friends right away. It was always Alex and Jack; Jack and Alex; if you only had one, then the other was pretty close behind. I don’t know how I could ever live without you. I don’t think I could. The doctors are saying that you may not make it through the night…that’s not true though, right? That can’t be true, you’re my rock, and I remember when we promised all those years ago that we would never leave each other’s sides. Please Jack…” By this time, I was practically sobbing.
I took a deep breath, remembering what one of the nurses had told me earlier. ““We normally wouldn’t let people stay in the ICU with the patients, but I can see that you two have some kind of unusual, unbreakable bond.” Alex thought over all of his memories with Jack – there were a lot – and considered how he felt when he looked at the younger boy.
“I love you, Jack Bassam Barakat. I know, I’ve told you that before, but I thought that it was only in a friendly way. And now, thinking about how I might lose you, I’m finally realizing that I really, really do love you. As in, like, a romantic way…” I trailed off, praying that Jack would never hear that statement which took me years to get off my chest. “I think I always knew how much I loved you, every time I look at you I get this warm fuzzy feeling and I just want to be around you all the time, you’re like my rock. I can never bear to lose you, I love you too much.”
That’s when the corners of Jack’s lips tugged upwards slightly into a small smile, his eyelids fluttering and suddenly, those deep brown eyes I had come to love were staring back at me. “JACK!” I exclaimed, hugging him as tight as I possibly could.
“I heard all of that,” he smirked, and I looked down, blushing.
“Jack, I-“ “Don’t be sorry.” Jack cut me off. “I love you too, Alexander William Gaskarth.”
I grabbed Jack’s face, pulling him in close and whispering “I wish it didn’t take this to notice,” against his lips before going in for a deep, passionate kiss, unlike the short ones we had shared on stage or during drunken nights like so many times in the past. I heard the beeps of his heart rate monitor speed up, and we both laughed into the kiss.
A nurse behind me cleared her throat, causing me to turn around and blush once again. “I see you’re awake, Mr. Barakat,” she observed, smiling. “I also see that this experience has finally made you realize how you feel.” The nurse winked at me and walked out, muttering something about getting Jack’s charts and clipboard, causing me to stand there dumbfounded because was it really that obvious?
Alex whipped out his phone and scrolled through his contacts as the bus moved over into an exit lane, soon to be leaving the highway.
Tonight, we lie awake
Remember how the coffee made us shake on those long drives?
One more long night...
Another seven days
Heartbeat racing
The interstate: my home tonight
For one more long night
These lyrics were brought to all four boys' minds, remembering the days when they would all be crowded into an eight-passenger van full of instruments and touring equipment, and a very loud 'Jurassic Jack' in the backseats. Well, somebody had to be the entertaining one.
Alex scrolled through his contacts, spotting the familiar name of Lisa Ruocco and pressing the call button, holding the device up to his ear. After a few rings, she picked up, and Alex could hear dogs barking in the background. His dogs. "Hey, babe," she greeted happily, and Alex couldn't help but grimace a little bit at the nickname. Alex and Lisa weren't currently a couple, but she still insisted on dog sitting for Alex because of her growing bond with Peyton and Sebastian over the years, and it was free, so Alex just couldn't turn the offer down.
"Hey, Lisa, we're going to be back in Towson in a few hours, so if you could just make sure the dogs are all fed and they've done their business outside and stuff before I pick them up, that would be great?" he said, almost as a question, although this was routine every time Alex came home for a few days during tour. "Of course, Alex! Just text me when you're almost here," she replied, to which he answered with an "of course I will." Alex said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, finding that all of the guys had dispersed, probably to grab some daily necessities from their bunks for the few days they had off.
"Welcome back to the Gaskarth residence," the bus driver called; bus grinding to a halt on the street in front of Alex's home. "Thanks so much," Alex said, pulling his bags off of the bus with Jack close behind, also carrying his own bags. Since Jack's house was on the other side of the country, Alex had immediately agreed to let his best friend spend the next few days with him. How could he possibly say no? The dark-haired man had been excited for this, of course, because Jack may or may not have some kind of feelings towards Alex that may or may not feel like more than 'best friend feelings'. Little did Jack know: Alex felt the same way.
After Alex and Jack had unloaded all of their bags into the house, Alex realized that two things were missing from the house. Two little furry things: Sebastian and Peyton. “I’m going to go get the dogs,” Alex said, picking up his keys. “You can come with if you want.” Jack just laughed at this statement. “And have unnecessary ‘Lisa Time’? Haha, noooo, thank you.” Jack replied. Alex just rolled his eyes and left for his dogs that were living with his ex-girlfriend.
You see, Jack never liked Lisa, as you can assume. Jack was actually pretty jealous of Lisa, actually. This is going to sound extremely high school of Jack, but he was jealous of Lisa Ruocco because she almost always had the one thing in life that Jack wanted: Alex’s full romantic attention. Jack could almost guarantee that even though Alex and Lisa weren’t currently an item, Lisa would receive at least a kiss on the cheek as a thank you for looking after the dogs. And how often did Alex kiss Jack? Well, besides the times on stage when it was all just a joke, never. Jack wanted to be Lisa.
Jack sighed in defeat and made his way to the kitchen where he found that there was no food in the house, as expected. After whipping out his phone and sending a text message to Alex explaining his absence when he returns, Jack got into his car that he left parked at Alex’s house on tour and made his way to the closest grocery store as he blasted Blink-182 songs and sang along off key.
“We’re home, kids!” Alex declared as he let Sebastian and Peyton off of the leash and into the house to run around and explore like they did every time they came home. They excitedly jumped on all the furniture and got their noses into everything, which was pretty routine. We waited for about an hour for Jack to return from the grocery store, when usually Jack buys as much food as he can stuff into a cart in about 20 minutes, and there was still no sign of him. I called his cell phone and got no answer.
After calling a few times and receiving no answer, I decided that maybe I should drive to the store and make sure he wasn’t getting himself into some kind of trouble. As I was slipping on my shoes and grabbing my keys, though, my cell phone finally rang. I didn’t even check if it was Jack before answering quickly. “Hello?” I said into the speaker, exasperated because of my lack of communication with the younger boy.
*Switch from 3rd person to Alex’s POV*
(I didn’t even mean to do that I’m just not used to writing in 3rd person so this somehow happened)
“Hello, is this Alexander Gaskarth?” a man with an unrecognizable voice asked. “Yes it is,” I replied confusedly. “I’m calling from the Baltimore City Hospital to inform you that Jack Barakat is currently checked into the ICU. He had you listed first in his emergency contact card from when Baltimore used to be his residence…you were listed above his mother?” I had no time to smile at the fact that Jack found me more important than his mother if he was in the hospital because oh my god, Jack is in the ICU.
“J-Jack is in the ICU?” I confirmed, grabbing my keys and sprinting to my car, phone pressed tightly to the side of my face. “Yes,” the man confirmed. “He was in an almost-fatal car crash. We’re not sure if he’ll survive the night.” I choked out a sob. Jack may not make it through the night. “I’m already on my way,” I said quietly, suddenly losing my voice as tears streamed from my eyes like waterfalls. “I’ll call his mother and let her know what’s going on.”
“Thank you, Mr. Gaskarth,” the man said, and we said our goodbyes and hung up as I drove probably about 20 miles per hour over the speed limit. I don’t even care. I need my Jack.
It wasn’t soon enough when my car skidded to a stop in the first available parking space of the hospital and I was running towards the front doors. I needed to get to him as fast as possible. What if this was the last time I ever saw him? No, Alex, I thought. Jack is strong. He will make it.
“I need to see Jack Barakat,” I declared to the secretary as she slowly typed in his name in the computer to look up his room number for me. “Now!” I emphasized, causing the old woman to type a little bit faster. “407B” she told me, and I thanked her profusely before running towards the elevators down the hall. It couldn’t come fast enough, but eventually I was running towards room 407B where doctors and nurses were rushing in and out.
“I need to see him!” I shouted, trying to fight my way through the doors into the room. “You must be Alex,” one of the nurses said, casually looking down at her clipboard. “Yes, and I need to see Jack right now!” I cried out, trying to make my way inside again, and this time I was successful. After stumbling inside and regaining my bearings, I surveyed the room and could have broken down crying on the spot. Jack lay lifeless in the bed, machines being hooked up to him by the doctors surrounding him, his head wrapped in gauze and ace bandages along with the majority of his arms and his right leg was already plastered into a cast. “Jack,” I whimpered, and his eyes opened and flickered over to me. “You’re alive!” I cried out, and the doctors looked at me like who is this kid?
Eventually, I was pushed out into the waiting room because technically I wasn’t supposed to be there, and they assured me that Jack “seems like a very strong young man and he should be okay”. So I’ve gone from getting “hey may not make it through the night,” to “he should be okay”. Yes, thank you doctors, for causing me a whirlwind of confusing emotions. I just want my best friend to be okay. A nurse came out into the waiting area to explain to me, in case I wasn’t already informed, that Jack had been involved in a head-on collision on his way home from presumably the grocery store judging from the bags strewn about in the back seat, and the accident was already ruled as the other victim’s fault when his cell phone was found on the floor with a text message partially typed. He was in better condition than Jack was, but he still had to come to the hospital to be checked out, and then visit the police station when he is well. I thanked the nurse and she returned to Jack’s room.
A few minutes later, Jack’s bed was wheeled out of the room and brought down the hall in the direction of the OR. I waved goodbye to Jack who was unable to move his arm, so he just wiggled his fingers and smiled sadly. I waited hours, and eventually an unconscious Jack Barakat was escorted back into his room, but this time I was allowed to stay with him until he woke up. “We normally wouldn’t let people stay in the ICU with the patients, but I can see that you two have some kind of unusual, unbreakable bond,” a nurse told me, and I just smiled and thanked her because the more I think about that one sentence – the more I realize it’s true.
Jack’s mother showed up around 6 pm, and by her attire she had obviously just rushed out of work and fought her way through rush-hour traffic. “Where’s my Jack?” she cried out, her Lebanese accent thick with worry. “Shh, he’s sleeping,” I informed her, and she rushed to his bedside anyway, heels clacking away on the tile floor. “Jack,” she whimpered, touching his cheek and sitting in a chair next to his bedside that I had occupied before I became too anxious to sit down. All of his vitals looked normal – he should be waking up soon, right?
“He-he just needs time to wake up from his surgery…” I said, more trying to convince myself than his mother I think. “He may not make it through the night,” was all I could think about. “He’ll be okay,” I whispered. I stood at his bedside, holding his right hand in mine and sighing deeply, and then I began to sing quietly.
Sing me to sleep
I’ll see you in my dreams
Waiting to say
I miss you I’m so sorry…
Joyce’s eyes flooded with tears and I stopped singing, realizing that I was also crying myself. This was not a good song to sing in this situation. I started to think about all of Jack’s favorite songs that he would listen to. Jack’s Mannequin came to mind.
I have you breathing down my neck
I don’t know what you could possibly expect under this condition so
I’ll wait for the ambulance to come
Pick us up off the floor
What did you possibly expect under this condition so
Slow down…this night’s a perfect shade of
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I’m here with you,
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I’m here with you
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue
Still holding Jack’s hand, I thought I could feel him squeeze mine a little bit, but perhaps it was just my imagination because moments later one of his monitors started beeping and nurses were rushing in to check on him. “His heartbeat suddenly went way up,” one of them explained to me before going back to check on Jack’s. His face was slowly starting to regain its color, too. Actually, his cheeks were almost a little more red than the rest of his body.
“It looks like he’s blushing,” one of the nurses observed, winking at me. “I heard you singing to him,” she declared, “and perhaps he heard you and is trying to wake up.” I couldn’t believe that my attempt to get Jack up might have actually helped. “Sing again!” the nurse exclaimed, checking over his vital signs as I began to sing again.
All the, small things
Truth care, truth bring
I’ll take one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always I know you’ll be at my show
Watching, waiting
Commiserating
Say it ain’t so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Jack’s heartbeat sped up as I sang quietly, gradually getting louder as I tried to wake Jack faster. Just as he seemed like he was about to wake up, though, his body went back into its state of unconscious rest that Jack had been in for the past few hours.
The nurses dispersed back through the hospital, telling me to let them know if I saw any changes in Jack. I sighed deeply as I took a seat next to his mother, who had been very quiet through the whole ordeal. “I’m going down to the cafeteria,” she announced before standing and putting a hand on my shoulder. “Do you want anything?” I shook my head no, and Joyce slowly walked from the room, taking one last glance back at Jack before closing the door.
“Jack,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “You can wake up now, if you want. I’m the only one in here, I know how shy you get…” I said, hoping that maybe this was all some kind of joke. You know Jack – classic prankster. “Please?” my voice cracked as I whispered that last word. No changes in Jack so far.
“Jack…you don’t know just how much you mean to me. Ever since we met in 7th grade, and we just became best friends right away. It was always Alex and Jack; Jack and Alex; if you only had one, then the other was pretty close behind. I don’t know how I could ever live without you. I don’t think I could. The doctors are saying that you may not make it through the night…that’s not true though, right? That can’t be true, you’re my rock, and I remember when we promised all those years ago that we would never leave each other’s sides. Please Jack…” By this time, I was practically sobbing.
I took a deep breath, remembering what one of the nurses had told me earlier. ““We normally wouldn’t let people stay in the ICU with the patients, but I can see that you two have some kind of unusual, unbreakable bond.” Alex thought over all of his memories with Jack – there were a lot – and considered how he felt when he looked at the younger boy.
“I love you, Jack Bassam Barakat. I know, I’ve told you that before, but I thought that it was only in a friendly way. And now, thinking about how I might lose you, I’m finally realizing that I really, really do love you. As in, like, a romantic way…” I trailed off, praying that Jack would never hear that statement which took me years to get off my chest. “I think I always knew how much I loved you, every time I look at you I get this warm fuzzy feeling and I just want to be around you all the time, you’re like my rock. I can never bear to lose you, I love you too much.”
That’s when the corners of Jack’s lips tugged upwards slightly into a small smile, his eyelids fluttering and suddenly, those deep brown eyes I had come to love were staring back at me. “JACK!” I exclaimed, hugging him as tight as I possibly could.
“I heard all of that,” he smirked, and I looked down, blushing.
“Jack, I-“ “Don’t be sorry.” Jack cut me off. “I love you too, Alexander William Gaskarth.”
I grabbed Jack’s face, pulling him in close and whispering “I wish it didn’t take this to notice,” against his lips before going in for a deep, passionate kiss, unlike the short ones we had shared on stage or during drunken nights like so many times in the past. I heard the beeps of his heart rate monitor speed up, and we both laughed into the kiss.
A nurse behind me cleared her throat, causing me to turn around and blush once again. “I see you’re awake, Mr. Barakat,” she observed, smiling. “I also see that this experience has finally made you realize how you feel.” The nurse winked at me and walked out, muttering something about getting Jack’s charts and clipboard, causing me to stand there dumbfounded because was it really that obvious?
Notes
Hope you liked itI've been working on this instead of Letters To Jack and Coffee Shop Soundtrack, sorry D;
Those and the requests for this should be updated sometime that is somewhat soon and hopefully this weekend?
So yeah
Enjoy <3
PS: Sorry it switches from 3rd person to Alex's POV and vice versa a few times, I wrote this in multiple sittings oops
10/31/13