Jack

I looked over at Alex who was twiddling his thumbs. I put my hand on his leg to calm him down some. He seemed to calm underneath my touch. I shot him a smile as he was giving me directions. I sighed as he was shaking nervously, I know that this would be hard on him. I pulled into Andy's driveway and saw Alex tense again.

"Let's get this shit done," Alex muttered.

I threw the rope from my glove box to the trunk into the trunk. Don't ask why I have rope in my glove box, I think it's self explanatory. I followed Alex and watched as he knocked on the door. The black and green haired woman opened the door, wearing nothing but Andy's shirt.

"I need to grab my shit," Alex said, pushing past her.

I followed him in, not wanting to be rude. In the kitchen Andy was standing there in his boxers, drinking a mug of coffee. I could see a tear fall from Alex's cheek as he ran up the stairs. He had mentioned he would grab all of his stuff, he just wanted me to help him if there was too much.

"Who are you," Andy asked, walking into the room.

"I think you know who I am," I responded.

"Other than the rhythm guitarist of Avenged Sevenfold I mean."

"Jack, Jack Barakat."

"You know that because of you I was picking up the pieces that was Alex."

"You know, because of you I'm rebuilding the broken boy. Before you say anything about hurting me realize that you hurt him so much more than I ever could. I broke a promise and left. You cheated on him for a year, breaking him completely, tearing his heart apart. I damaged him but you fucking broke him."

I heard Alex come down the stairs. He had two bags on his back and a guitar case in one hand and a suitcase in the other. I walked over to him, taking the things from his hands. I followed Alex out of the house and out to my truck. We placed everything in the back and I tied rope over all of it to keep it safe. I opened the car door to let Alex in.

"Alex, don't cry," I said as I got in the car.

"It just hurts so fucking much," he cried.

"Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it hurts so fucking much. Like a phoenix you have to be completely destroyed before you can be rebuilt. You are free, spread your wings and fly. You're a good looking guy, you'll find someone who's actually worth a shit cause no guy you've dated so far is even worth your time."

I looked over at him, he looked kind of beautiful in the sunshine. What was I thinking, yeah he was a good looking guy but I didn't feel anything for him. I pulled into my apartment complex and helped Alex get his bags out from my trunk. We carried them up and into the spare room. It was afternoon by now; I was going to need to leave for a few more days to finish off tour, we'd be done by the end of the week.

I sat on the couch and Alex came over and sat next to me, crying into my chest. I wrapped my arms round him and pulled him into my lap to let him cry. I was stroking my hand down his back, desperate to calm the crying boy down. I pressed my lips to his head like I did five years ago. It was a last ditch effort to calm him down. There was a knock on the door and I wasn't about to throw Alex off.

"Come in," I called towards the door.

I tightened my arms around the crying boy and rocked him softly in my lap. Why did I leave? If I had never left him Andy would have never been in his life and break his heart? I didn't necessarily regret it; he just shouldn't have been hurt that bad. No one should've been hurt that bad.

"What the fuck is going on here," Rian said, taking in the scen

Notes

Rian has now entered the picture. How are they going to explain this? Do they really have no emotions? Was that a jerk move from Andy? Will I stop asking question y'all probably won't answer?

I worked 11 hours today (probably will tomorrow too) so this will probably be my only update today. I also leave town on Thursday (I'll return on Monday) and won't be able to update. Sorry :(

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- Jess