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journey

I'm doing it, I'm calling him

Jack's POV
Alex ran off last night. He was predictable, to me anyway. I knew that he'd be at the park and I knew that he'd be sat vulnerable and propped up against the tree we'd shared many late-night conversations. I wasn't going to walk up to him and expect everything to be all fine and dandy. I knew that I had to wait, wait until my best friend could look me in the eye without expecting me to shout at him. The boy was broken, I understood that, but I just want my best friend back. See I know full well that the news of his sexuality means nothing to me, in fact, I'm overjoyed with this news. I don't expect him to be in love with me at all, but knowing that I can get this boy to fall for me even slightly brings me an overwhelming feeling of completion. I don't plan on ruining him whatsoever, I just plan on making him see that he has been missing me all of these years. Allow my occasional obsessive thoughts, I'm not completely trusting of my own mentality here. All I want is to call him and hear his angelic voice, even if the crack in his voice isn't happiness, I'm in too deep for this kid.
Alex's POV
I'm still in shock. Last night I'd spent crying at the oak tree remembering all of the memories that we'd had. Jack came to the park to see if I was okay. He didn't talk to me nor did he come close to me. I could tell, I could sense the panic ridden boy that I'd called my best friend stare at me. There was no anger in his presence simply sorrow. I wondered if he'd ever forgive me, or maybe he would tell the others. Zack and Rian were amazing friends but I wasn't even prepared for my best friend to find out I'm not too fond of the idea of them knowing.
I'd gotten home at just gone 3 am. It was strange to be home but I was going to have to get used to it. My parents were sleeping, oblivious to the unfortunate events their son had just endured. I ached to call jack, he was my coping mechanism, the answer to my problems only this time he was my problem. I didn't have any other fix. My best bet was to sleep so that's exactly what I did.
I'm doing it I'm calling him.
Yes I'm very aware this is short but I have plans for this. Thanks for reading.

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