journey
best friends??
A/n: This is terrible I understand but I'm bored and writing is fun. I honestly don't even ship jalex irl but its fun to write these. I don't even know what I am meant to say so enjoy this I guess
Jack's POV
It wasn't rare for us to be sat awake in the early hours of the morning I thought to myself as I glanced at the clock noticing it 4:38am, sat talking about anything we could think of. Alex was rather involved in his rant about a girl that had gotten his order wrong at Starbucks. I swear he is the most basic person you'd ever meet.
The problem, however, is that: he is also the best person that I've ever met. The way his hair messily lays on top of his head and across his forehead, the way his smile could brighten up even the worst days. I'm even in love with his stupid eyebrows and ugly scarves. Alex had a strange personality, he's the sweetest person I know but his confidence has been chipped away at or so many years that he can't look in the mirror without his mood drastically dropping. That's my goal: to prove to Alex Gaskarth that he is, in fact, the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on
I suppose a little back story would be helpful. I met Alex when we were 13, he'd recently moved from England. That thought that because he didn't talk that he was broken, they were wrong. I guess the thought that I would help break him down and maybe my loudness would rub off on him. This wasn't wrong and I had him talking a fairly decent amount by the first week even if it was just to Rian, Zack and me.
I guess you could say we were the outcasts but we weren't exactly unpopular, we just enjoyed staying in our own lane. Zack is polite and quiet to most people excluding Zack, Alex and me, especially Rian. Those two are weirdly close if catch my drift. Most people say the same about me and Alex, were practically joined at the hip, so much that if I am off sick Alex will come over so were not apart for the school day. The longest were away from each other is when Alex goes home to see his family and grab more clothes. He practically lives at my house.
My family is well off I guess you could say. My dad is the owner of a very popular guitar brand so he brings in a large majority of the money and my mom is a nanny. She doesn't need to work but I don't think she could live with herself if she didn't, I don't really know morals I guess. Our house is pretty huge but also very empty. I begged my parents to let me Alex sleep over when they were gone and now it's just a habit. It's fine they embrace it, they even bought him a bed in my room so he'd be comfortable. Little do they know that when he gets cold or lonely he just comes and lays with me to sleep. I wouldn't mind if we were just best friends but I also had the biggest crush on him. Kinda sad, kinda cliché. Who wouldn't love a 17 year that's had a crush on his best friend since he was 13? The thing is I've come to terms with the fact he's straight. If someone could ask 14 years old me if it affected me I'd probably cry and tell you it's the reason I can't look him in the eye. Those feelings luckily only lasted a year or so.
That's probably a good enough back story but what's happening now is affecting me pretty badly right now
'She's in my Spanish class and occasionally comes into my drama room' Alex rambled on about a girl called day. She was nice but that's only from my very few conversations I've had with her.
'I mean she's really hot' he continued as I felt a sudden pang of jealousy 'I'd probably date her if I wasn't gay'
I froze, I couldn't believe what I'd heard, my heart was beating as fast as it could without me dying. I looked over at him. He was pale and clearly hyperventilating, I couldn't move properly to help calm him but by the look that he'd given me before he ran away I'm guessing, it was a blessing.
Alex's POV
'I mean she's really hot' I continued 'I'd probably date her if I wasn't gay'
I messed up. He hates me now. He just stared at me as though I'm some kind of freak. What am I supposed to do now? I did the only thing I can think of. I ran away like the coward I am. But let's picture this: a 17-year-old boy crying and hyperventilating sitting on some park swings. The truth was I loved jack, I've loved him since the day at the lake the day he was sat alone playing his guitar. I sat and sang along to the music until he realized that it was me and the sparkle in his eye melted my heart. That was 2 years ago and it only got gayer. I'd use the excuse of being lonely or sad to sleep next to him, I'm surprised he hasn't seen right through it.
Now I'm sat at the oak that wave shared so many memories in. it's useless to cry over him but it was also useless to run away so I'm playing it that way.
Jack's POV
It wasn't rare for us to be sat awake in the early hours of the morning I thought to myself as I glanced at the clock noticing it 4:38am, sat talking about anything we could think of. Alex was rather involved in his rant about a girl that had gotten his order wrong at Starbucks. I swear he is the most basic person you'd ever meet.
The problem, however, is that: he is also the best person that I've ever met. The way his hair messily lays on top of his head and across his forehead, the way his smile could brighten up even the worst days. I'm even in love with his stupid eyebrows and ugly scarves. Alex had a strange personality, he's the sweetest person I know but his confidence has been chipped away at or so many years that he can't look in the mirror without his mood drastically dropping. That's my goal: to prove to Alex Gaskarth that he is, in fact, the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on
I suppose a little back story would be helpful. I met Alex when we were 13, he'd recently moved from England. That thought that because he didn't talk that he was broken, they were wrong. I guess the thought that I would help break him down and maybe my loudness would rub off on him. This wasn't wrong and I had him talking a fairly decent amount by the first week even if it was just to Rian, Zack and me.
I guess you could say we were the outcasts but we weren't exactly unpopular, we just enjoyed staying in our own lane. Zack is polite and quiet to most people excluding Zack, Alex and me, especially Rian. Those two are weirdly close if catch my drift. Most people say the same about me and Alex, were practically joined at the hip, so much that if I am off sick Alex will come over so were not apart for the school day. The longest were away from each other is when Alex goes home to see his family and grab more clothes. He practically lives at my house.
My family is well off I guess you could say. My dad is the owner of a very popular guitar brand so he brings in a large majority of the money and my mom is a nanny. She doesn't need to work but I don't think she could live with herself if she didn't, I don't really know morals I guess. Our house is pretty huge but also very empty. I begged my parents to let me Alex sleep over when they were gone and now it's just a habit. It's fine they embrace it, they even bought him a bed in my room so he'd be comfortable. Little do they know that when he gets cold or lonely he just comes and lays with me to sleep. I wouldn't mind if we were just best friends but I also had the biggest crush on him. Kinda sad, kinda cliché. Who wouldn't love a 17 year that's had a crush on his best friend since he was 13? The thing is I've come to terms with the fact he's straight. If someone could ask 14 years old me if it affected me I'd probably cry and tell you it's the reason I can't look him in the eye. Those feelings luckily only lasted a year or so.
That's probably a good enough back story but what's happening now is affecting me pretty badly right now
'She's in my Spanish class and occasionally comes into my drama room' Alex rambled on about a girl called day. She was nice but that's only from my very few conversations I've had with her.
'I mean she's really hot' he continued as I felt a sudden pang of jealousy 'I'd probably date her if I wasn't gay'
I froze, I couldn't believe what I'd heard, my heart was beating as fast as it could without me dying. I looked over at him. He was pale and clearly hyperventilating, I couldn't move properly to help calm him but by the look that he'd given me before he ran away I'm guessing, it was a blessing.
Alex's POV
'I mean she's really hot' I continued 'I'd probably date her if I wasn't gay'
I messed up. He hates me now. He just stared at me as though I'm some kind of freak. What am I supposed to do now? I did the only thing I can think of. I ran away like the coward I am. But let's picture this: a 17-year-old boy crying and hyperventilating sitting on some park swings. The truth was I loved jack, I've loved him since the day at the lake the day he was sat alone playing his guitar. I sat and sang along to the music until he realized that it was me and the sparkle in his eye melted my heart. That was 2 years ago and it only got gayer. I'd use the excuse of being lonely or sad to sleep next to him, I'm surprised he hasn't seen right through it.
Now I'm sat at the oak that wave shared so many memories in. it's useless to cry over him but it was also useless to run away so I'm playing it that way.