I stayed up all night, worried about how Jack was going to take things in the morning. Holly was coming to watch our show, and he hasn't quite let that sink in yet. Two hours of sleep isn't a good thing for a rockstar. So I was much less energetic today.
Jack was still asleep, and I decided to leave him alone. If I woke him up, and he relized what he did yesterday, it may start a fight. I had alot of time to think, so I pulled out my notebook and pen, convinced I'd write a new song right now. Lisa came to mind pretty quickly, and the pen ran across the page.

Thanks to you, I'm moving on
Chasing out my skeletons and the troubles they have caused
And all thanks to you
I'm turning over the pages in this book of revelations about self-medication
But there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?)
As the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you, I'm not myself
I'm all strung out, that much is clear
And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat
Thanks to you
All thanks to you

Thanks to you, I've lost my touch
I struggle to find the sense in making sense
And giving a semblance of a fuck

And thanks to you, for all the nightmares
There's not a night that I sleep quiet and complacent without my medication
'Cause there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?)
As the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you, I'm not myself
I'm all strung out, that much is clear
And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat
Thanks to you
All thanks to you

But there's this ringing in my head, as the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you, I'm not myself
I'm all strung out, that much is clear
And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat

Thanks to you
Thanks to you
Thanks to you
Thanks to you



Within another hour I wrote the guitar for it, and figured out the tune. Standing up, I got a face-full of someones chest, and fell to the ground. "Owww.." I rubbed my head, looking at the guy above me. Jack Barakat, looking like shit. Still beautiful though. "Dude what the fuck happened yesterday? I drank alot last night and it's like everything was a blur." A lump formed in my throat, tears stinging my eyes. "N-nothing really. Lisa called. She made me feel like shit and you helped me through it." I turned around, making a dash for the bus. Jack couldn't see the tears running down my face.
He didn't remeber.






~Jack~

Alex ran off, leaving me with so many questions. What did Lisa say? How'd I help him? Why was he on the verge of tears? And last, why does he think he can hide all of this from me? I groaned out loud, falling to the grass, sheilding my eyes from the sun. What could be bothering him so much? The last time I'd ever seen him so uncomfortable was when he was scared to tell Lisa he loved her. That's a pretty big milestone for the boy. Realizing he may be really upset, I got up to walk to the bus. Nobody was on, except for a person sobbing in the back. Is Alex crying?
Obviously I was worried, he is my bestfriend. I ran to the back of the bus, ripping the curtain sideways, to reveal the broken boy. "A-alex?" His head snapped towards me, and fear filled his eyes. "Go away. I don't want to talk." I tugged a hand through my hair. "You may not want to, but I'm pretty sure you need to." Alex looked at me, tears falling down his face as I slid next to him into his bunk.
"This has been going on for weeks. Can you just tell me whats wrong?" Alex looked down, saying a phrase I thought he'd never say. Alex, the ladies man. Alex, the one who always gets the girl. Alex, my bestfriend just told me he's in love with me.
"No. No you're not.." Denial washed over me. He was bluffing. "Jack I'm not lying! I love you okay! I've loved you for ten years now. Yesterday, me and you did something stupid. We had sex okay? And you seemed to like it. But now I realize you were drunk! And it just made me so fucki-" I cut him off with my lips pressed to his, butterflies filling my gut. Maybe this was right. "WHAT THE HELL" A girl screeched. Me and Alex looked up, seeing Holly. A very pissed Holly. "Oh my god..." I mumbled looking at the both of them. Alex had a sad look on his face. "Jack Barakat, you FAGGOT!" She ran out of the bus, me running after her.

~Alex~


The fact that Jack ran out on me for her, yea it hurt. But I kind of expected to to happen... I sat down, crying again. He kissed me, and ran after a blonde whore. Not what I was expecting. My limbs felt heavy, eyes were sore from crying, and my heart felt so beat up. All I could think about was his lips on mine, and my worries washing away as I fell asleep. I really needed it before the show anyway.

Notes

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I had friends over this weekend so, I was late on updating. ;-; Hope you like ^^