Christmas 5/100
Title: Christmas
Prompt: #92
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat (All Time Low)
Rating: Teen
Summary: They were fighting again.
Warnings: Motels, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and Cell Phones
Dedication: This is for whoever out there wants it. :)
Beta: havah24601
Disclaimer: If I owned the people mentioned in here...damn, I wouldn't be writing about them.
Author Notes: Uh, yeah...I've subjected myself to this fun thing where I will write one-hundred oneshits involving All Time Low. This is going to be an interesting fall...
If you want a prompt dedicated to you, go to the main post which is located here and post a comment saying the prompt and a preferable pairing. You will get the dedication, but I cannot completely promise on the pairing, seeing as my brain likes to malfunction often.
Otherwise, enjoy!
They were fighting again.
It was a typical thing for Jack and Alex to fight, especially since the two both had such unusual types of energy and emotions that it made it almost impossible for bursts of anger and hyperactivity to not emerge between their day to day life, although it usually didn’t lead to fights this bad.
Now, Alex was banned from the house; why though, he didn’t know. Jack had kicked him out and tossed the suitcase that was always packed but never used at him, the one that Alex would often threaten to leave with when they were fighting. It had never happened before this though, they had never, ever had an argument this bad.
It was Christmas Eve, and the brunet was curled up in a ball on an itchy, uncomfortable motel bed, staring blankly at the television as it showed a kaleidoscope of images and movies relating to Christmas while cheerful, slightly chaotic tunes whirled around in his mind, attempting but failing to cheer up the melancholy mood that he had slipped into.
Moving slightly, Alex pushed himself into a sitting position, wrapping the covers tightly around his body as he tried to keep warm in the drafty, rundown motel. It was disgusting and full of flaws, but it was a cheap place to stay and a horrid way to spend the night before one of his favorite holidays. He had tried to spend the night with Zack and Rian, but the couple had had to decline him due to visiting family and no room to put them, let alone their falling apart friend. The rest of his friends were out of town or full up for the holiday as well, so he had retreated to this hellhole.
The Christmas feast that was taunting Alex on the television set caused his stomach to emit a loud, low-sounding rumble. He hadn’t eaten since that morning, since before the fight happened, and after it had taken its place, the last thing on his mind was food. Now it was too late, the clock was close to midnight and anywhere halfway decent was closed, while the places that Alex didn’t want to go near, the ones that were full of class D meat and disgusting, lukewarm sodas were too far of a walk in the bitter cold that was storming through their city.
A shiver ripped through Alex’s spine and he closed his eyes, thinking back to the fight while a jingle advertising Christmas pancakes at IHOP came on the TV. He couldn’t remember much of it, to be honest, mostly because he had been too distracted by the ridiculously loud noises of the television that Jack had blared in a failed attempt to get Alex to shut up. To be honest, he couldn’t really even remember the reason that they had started fighting in the first place, but for whatever reason, it had managed to escalate to Jack screaming ‘I hate you!’ at Alex and kicking him out without so much as a farewell, just a slam of the front door in his face.
Alex opened his eyes and he stared blankly at the TV while his hand slowly made its way across the bed, searching blindly for his cell phone. He could have just checked the time on the harshly glowing clock that was sitting on the bedside table, but he didn’t want to stare at the luminescent red numbers. He wanted to stare at his phone, at the picture of him and Jack as his wallpaper. He wanted to let his imagination take himself away from the damp-smelling, freezing cold room that he was spending a miserable Christmas Eve in and pretend that for just a moment, he was back home, curled up next to Jack as they watched A Christmas Story for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day.
Nimble fingers wrapped around the phone and Alex’s eyes unglued themselves from the Christmas special that was currently on ABC Family, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, so that he could look at his phone. The picture was there, as beautiful as ever, and the numbers on the phone were telling him that it was just a few minutes until midnight. He waited patiently, watching as the clock took its time to switch to a new number. Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine. Midnight.
Alex hit the send button, knowing exactly where the phone call that he was about to place was going. He pressed the tiny electronic device to his ear and listened as it began to ring, knowing that the person on the other end of the line wouldn’t answer it. The loud sounds of the ringing in his ear drove Alex mad, and he was tempted to just hang up and give up, submit himself to the rock solid bed and the scratchy blanket that was making him colder rather than warming him up, but he didn’t stop listening to the repeating lack of hope.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the phone clicked and the familiar, warm voice that Alex knew and loved began to speak, giving instructions on how to leave a voicemail before the stupid faceless voicemail machine girl spoke in her boring, slightly harsh voice. Alex sighed.
“Hey, it’s me,” he said in a small, meek voice into the phone. “I know that you’re probably still really pissed off at me, and I know I deserve it, but I want to apologize. I’m so sorry. I never meant for that stupid fight to happen, and I never meant to say what I did to you. If…if you can, if you want to, please forgive me. I can’t imagine spending Christmas without you by my side. I miss you, and I love you, and I’m sorry. Merry Christmas, Jack.”
He hung up the phone and dropped it down onto the bed, settling into the dark, empty oblivion of scratchy sheets and unknown television shows, his eyes drooping slightly as he kept a hand on the phone, hoping that it would ring. The characters on TV began to blur, everything got dark, and Alex fell asleep.
“Hey, wake up.” Slowly, sleep covered eyelids opened and a tired, surprised smile appeared on the sleeping man’s face as he found himself staring at a beautiful face, one that he was sure he wasn’t going to see on this special day.
“Jack,” Alex breathed out as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “When did you get here? How did you get here?” He was confused and a multitude of questions were rushing through his head. “How did you get into this room?”
Jack came over to the bed and he sat down next to Alex, wasting no time in pulling the man into a tight hug. “The guy at the desk gave me a copy after I told him I got locked out. I was thinking about what happened and I felt so bad about what I did. I never meant to kick you out and I never meant to tell you I hate you. I could never hate you baby. Forgive me?”
“Only if you forgive me,” Alex told him as he bit down on his lip. “The things I said to you, the words I used…I’m so sorry, Jack.” Jack flashed a forgiving smile at Alex and he pressed a kiss to the boy’s temple.
“Forgiven,” Jack whispered. “We both said things that we didn’t mean. We both made mistakes baby, but we’re fixing it, and that’s what matters.” Alex nodded in agreement and he buried himself in Jack’s warmth, feeling safer and happier than he had felt in a long time. It was almost like the cold motel room that they were in wasn’t a cold motel room, that it was their bedroom. Everything was so warm and comfortable and it was all thanks to just being in Jack’s arms.
The silence wafted away as Jack whispered in his ear. “Come on,” he said as he got up off of the bed and held a hand out to Alex, smiling gently. “Let’s go home and see what Santa left us.” Alex grinned as he got up off of the bed, taking Jack’s hand and holding to it tightly. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Alex’s smile faded as he blinked, jolting slightly as his hand pushed away from Jack’s. He looked around the damp, freezing room. It had all been a dream, and it would have all kept being a dream if his buzzing phone hadn’t woken him up.
With tired eyes, he flipped open his phone, swallowing hard as he stared at the name that was currently showing who his new text message was from. Jack.
‘Dont come home 4 xmas. Merry Xmas. I could care less.’
Alex closed his phone, his eyes beginning to sting slightly as he shoved the device beneath one of the firm pillows. One of the worst things he could ever imagine was not being with Jack on Christmas, and now his biggest fear was just coming to life. He was doomed to spend his favorite holiday on his own, away from the only person he’d ever said ‘I love you’ to all because of a stupid fight.
As the first broken sob escaped Alex’s lips, he buried his face into the pillow that he had shoved his phone underneath, admitting defeat to his broken heart.
Prompt: #92
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat (All Time Low)
Rating: Teen
Summary: They were fighting again.
Warnings: Motels, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and Cell Phones
Dedication: This is for whoever out there wants it. :)
Beta: havah24601
Disclaimer: If I owned the people mentioned in here...damn, I wouldn't be writing about them.
Author Notes: Uh, yeah...I've subjected myself to this fun thing where I will write one-hundred oneshits involving All Time Low. This is going to be an interesting fall...
If you want a prompt dedicated to you, go to the main post which is located here and post a comment saying the prompt and a preferable pairing. You will get the dedication, but I cannot completely promise on the pairing, seeing as my brain likes to malfunction often.
Otherwise, enjoy!
They were fighting again.
It was a typical thing for Jack and Alex to fight, especially since the two both had such unusual types of energy and emotions that it made it almost impossible for bursts of anger and hyperactivity to not emerge between their day to day life, although it usually didn’t lead to fights this bad.
Now, Alex was banned from the house; why though, he didn’t know. Jack had kicked him out and tossed the suitcase that was always packed but never used at him, the one that Alex would often threaten to leave with when they were fighting. It had never happened before this though, they had never, ever had an argument this bad.
It was Christmas Eve, and the brunet was curled up in a ball on an itchy, uncomfortable motel bed, staring blankly at the television as it showed a kaleidoscope of images and movies relating to Christmas while cheerful, slightly chaotic tunes whirled around in his mind, attempting but failing to cheer up the melancholy mood that he had slipped into.
Moving slightly, Alex pushed himself into a sitting position, wrapping the covers tightly around his body as he tried to keep warm in the drafty, rundown motel. It was disgusting and full of flaws, but it was a cheap place to stay and a horrid way to spend the night before one of his favorite holidays. He had tried to spend the night with Zack and Rian, but the couple had had to decline him due to visiting family and no room to put them, let alone their falling apart friend. The rest of his friends were out of town or full up for the holiday as well, so he had retreated to this hellhole.
The Christmas feast that was taunting Alex on the television set caused his stomach to emit a loud, low-sounding rumble. He hadn’t eaten since that morning, since before the fight happened, and after it had taken its place, the last thing on his mind was food. Now it was too late, the clock was close to midnight and anywhere halfway decent was closed, while the places that Alex didn’t want to go near, the ones that were full of class D meat and disgusting, lukewarm sodas were too far of a walk in the bitter cold that was storming through their city.
A shiver ripped through Alex’s spine and he closed his eyes, thinking back to the fight while a jingle advertising Christmas pancakes at IHOP came on the TV. He couldn’t remember much of it, to be honest, mostly because he had been too distracted by the ridiculously loud noises of the television that Jack had blared in a failed attempt to get Alex to shut up. To be honest, he couldn’t really even remember the reason that they had started fighting in the first place, but for whatever reason, it had managed to escalate to Jack screaming ‘I hate you!’ at Alex and kicking him out without so much as a farewell, just a slam of the front door in his face.
Alex opened his eyes and he stared blankly at the TV while his hand slowly made its way across the bed, searching blindly for his cell phone. He could have just checked the time on the harshly glowing clock that was sitting on the bedside table, but he didn’t want to stare at the luminescent red numbers. He wanted to stare at his phone, at the picture of him and Jack as his wallpaper. He wanted to let his imagination take himself away from the damp-smelling, freezing cold room that he was spending a miserable Christmas Eve in and pretend that for just a moment, he was back home, curled up next to Jack as they watched A Christmas Story for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day.
Nimble fingers wrapped around the phone and Alex’s eyes unglued themselves from the Christmas special that was currently on ABC Family, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, so that he could look at his phone. The picture was there, as beautiful as ever, and the numbers on the phone were telling him that it was just a few minutes until midnight. He waited patiently, watching as the clock took its time to switch to a new number. Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine. Midnight.
Alex hit the send button, knowing exactly where the phone call that he was about to place was going. He pressed the tiny electronic device to his ear and listened as it began to ring, knowing that the person on the other end of the line wouldn’t answer it. The loud sounds of the ringing in his ear drove Alex mad, and he was tempted to just hang up and give up, submit himself to the rock solid bed and the scratchy blanket that was making him colder rather than warming him up, but he didn’t stop listening to the repeating lack of hope.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the phone clicked and the familiar, warm voice that Alex knew and loved began to speak, giving instructions on how to leave a voicemail before the stupid faceless voicemail machine girl spoke in her boring, slightly harsh voice. Alex sighed.
“Hey, it’s me,” he said in a small, meek voice into the phone. “I know that you’re probably still really pissed off at me, and I know I deserve it, but I want to apologize. I’m so sorry. I never meant for that stupid fight to happen, and I never meant to say what I did to you. If…if you can, if you want to, please forgive me. I can’t imagine spending Christmas without you by my side. I miss you, and I love you, and I’m sorry. Merry Christmas, Jack.”
He hung up the phone and dropped it down onto the bed, settling into the dark, empty oblivion of scratchy sheets and unknown television shows, his eyes drooping slightly as he kept a hand on the phone, hoping that it would ring. The characters on TV began to blur, everything got dark, and Alex fell asleep.
“Hey, wake up.” Slowly, sleep covered eyelids opened and a tired, surprised smile appeared on the sleeping man’s face as he found himself staring at a beautiful face, one that he was sure he wasn’t going to see on this special day.
“Jack,” Alex breathed out as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “When did you get here? How did you get here?” He was confused and a multitude of questions were rushing through his head. “How did you get into this room?”
Jack came over to the bed and he sat down next to Alex, wasting no time in pulling the man into a tight hug. “The guy at the desk gave me a copy after I told him I got locked out. I was thinking about what happened and I felt so bad about what I did. I never meant to kick you out and I never meant to tell you I hate you. I could never hate you baby. Forgive me?”
“Only if you forgive me,” Alex told him as he bit down on his lip. “The things I said to you, the words I used…I’m so sorry, Jack.” Jack flashed a forgiving smile at Alex and he pressed a kiss to the boy’s temple.
“Forgiven,” Jack whispered. “We both said things that we didn’t mean. We both made mistakes baby, but we’re fixing it, and that’s what matters.” Alex nodded in agreement and he buried himself in Jack’s warmth, feeling safer and happier than he had felt in a long time. It was almost like the cold motel room that they were in wasn’t a cold motel room, that it was their bedroom. Everything was so warm and comfortable and it was all thanks to just being in Jack’s arms.
The silence wafted away as Jack whispered in his ear. “Come on,” he said as he got up off of the bed and held a hand out to Alex, smiling gently. “Let’s go home and see what Santa left us.” Alex grinned as he got up off of the bed, taking Jack’s hand and holding to it tightly. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Alex’s smile faded as he blinked, jolting slightly as his hand pushed away from Jack’s. He looked around the damp, freezing room. It had all been a dream, and it would have all kept being a dream if his buzzing phone hadn’t woken him up.
With tired eyes, he flipped open his phone, swallowing hard as he stared at the name that was currently showing who his new text message was from. Jack.
‘Dont come home 4 xmas. Merry Xmas. I could care less.’
Alex closed his phone, his eyes beginning to sting slightly as he shoved the device beneath one of the firm pillows. One of the worst things he could ever imagine was not being with Jack on Christmas, and now his biggest fear was just coming to life. He was doomed to spend his favorite holiday on his own, away from the only person he’d ever said ‘I love you’ to all because of a stupid fight.
As the first broken sob escaped Alex’s lips, he buried his face into the pillow that he had shoved his phone underneath, admitting defeat to his broken heart.