Take Me With You [Prologue]
Title: Take Me With You, (Individual chapter names will be here. I think that's cute, but I'm kind of a loser.)
Author: Chris; alltime_panic
Rating: PG-13 (Ratings will depend on the chapter... obviously.)
Paring: Jalex
POV: 3rd omniscient
Summary: I'll think of something cleaver later.
Disclaimer: This is fke. All Time Low never went to college. I don't own them, but Jack and Alex own each other so it's all good.
Criedit: Title goes to Secondhand Serenade.
A/N: When's a better day to post a story than your half birthday? Well, there's 364. But here it is!This will not be updated regularly.
Jack Barakat hated no one more than Alexander Gaskarth.
That kid thought he had it all. Yeah, he was cute, Jack would give him that. And maybe he did have a perfect, round ass. Plus he had nice clothes, too. But that was the problem.
Jack worked hard to get into a good college, and he was damn proud of being accepted into Yale. He had to pay for it himself. Yes, it was more than likely he would spend his next 50 years paying off his student loans, but he was okay with that. Because Jack Barakat didn't get things handed to him in life.
Alex Gaskarth on the other hand, did. Every thing he's ever known had been handed to him on a platter. His family was very wealthy, and even if he didn't act like it, it was painfully obvious. And it wasn't like he didn't not act like it. He talked about nice things that no one else had as if it was common, like having ketchup in your house. Everyone has ketchup in their house. Most likely, more than one bottle. It was a staple.
Alex Gaskarth's great great great once removed great adopted great transexual uncle, or something incredibly stupid like that, happened to be the founder of Yale. So Alex pranced in from his preppy little private school and took the spot that had been waiting for him since the day he was born. He immediately befriended all the other pretty boys who walked as if they had a stick shoved up their ass. And if they didn't, Jack would gladly shove one up there.
Or shove his dick up there.
Jack shook his head. No, no, no, he cannot be thinking that way. Jack hated Alex. Always has, always will. And he definitely does not want to fuck Alex.
You see, Jack had gone to the same preppy private Catholic unisex school as Alex. Except, Jack, having pride and dignity, had attended the school on an academic and partial music scholarship. His uniform may have not been as clean, and his slacks may have not had pleats in them, but Jack earned his spot at that school. Where Alex, being an illiterate, immature dickface, did not. His parents paid his way through, donating a few thousand here and there to make sure their precious little son got exactly what they thought he deserved.
Jack was in all honors, and Alex had only honors English (Jack thinks his parents probably paid for him to be put in that class) but the lord was with him on that period and they didn't have the same class. And it was pretty much like that for the entire four years at Notre Dame High.
And of course, of-fucking-course, Alex was popular. Jack had friends, don't get him wrong, but Alex had friends for his friends. He had so many friends, that's probably the reason Facebook has a 5,000 friend limit. Hell, Alex was so popular, Myspace probably became "so yesterday" because Alex made a Facebook and everyone else had to add him.
What really bugged the living hell out of him, was that his friends were all so gay for Alex. He was one in a group of four, three gay, one straight, and Jack even questioned the straight one's sexuality when it came to Alex. Everyone simply loved him. Jack never understood why, or how, for the matter. Jack had trouble even looking at the boy. Okay, maybe not, he was some sugar-coated eye candy, but all the same he made Jack want to puke.
Now, being in college, he got to see how Alex dressed outside of his blazer and loafers. He dressed like a queer. (Jack felt like he could say gay slang terms, being gay himself.) He wore v-necks and really, really tight pants. And don't get Jack started with those beanies. The kid was seriously obsessed with his hair. Touch it and you lose a finger. But touch his beanie? You lose your fucking fingers, hand, and arm. Possibly even shoulder.
Jack wanted to say Alex dressed bad, but Jack dressed fairly the same. Maybe his ass wasn't as firm, and he wasn't as well built as the elder, but looking crappy next to Alex and having something in common with the boy wasn't enough to make him change his style. And it was quite possible Jack was happy with how tight Alex's clothes were.
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Zack Marrick knew from the first day of freshman year that he was madly in love with Jack Barakat. Okay, maybe not madly in love, but he definitely liked him. You know, like liked him.
That kid was perfect in every way, shape, and form possible. He thought the skunk look was cute. You know, the bleached strands that ran through his dark brown hair.
But Zack couldn't have helped the bulge in his pants the day Jack walked on the college campus with dyed raven hair. It was just so… hot. It was shiny, and looked so soft. Zack just wanted to get up the nerve to ask him what conditioner he used.
Maybe that was just an excuse to talk to him; maybe he actually did want to know the brand. Zack was always confident. He walked the walk, he talked the talk, but when it came to Jack, he had no choice but to run for the hills. Looking at the boy just made his mouth run dry and his hands sweat.
Zack never told anyone about his liking for Jack. He never came out as gay. The closet was a beautifully safe place, walls made of mattresses and floor made of styrofoam peanuts. A fall for him never left a scratch. Nothing could hurt him.
Except looking at Jack, knowing he could nerve have the boy to himself. See, Zack was popular at their high school. And the popular boys were not gay. Except, his best friend did happen to tell him once when drunk he was gay.
His best friend being Alex Gaskarth.
Alex, who had no idea Jack Barakat even existed. But he knew the cute guy who worked at the Starbucks on campus. Correction- he knew of him. With the raven hair, and as of today, his Blink-182 shirt which was the same color black as his skinny jeans. Alex was loving today, every day before school he'd come in to "order coffee" and check out the coffee boy, and he'd get especially excited when he saw he was wearing all black. It just looked so good with him, and his dark eyes to match his hair.
He knew he was being ridiculous, he didn't even know his name for Christ's sake. He's never even seen him until Monday of last week, the everyone moved into their dorms. The second he saw the raven haired boy he knew he wanted him, that he just had to have him. The most he's ever said to him was, "I'll have a venti skinny mocha chai tea with foam.", and then "Alex," whenever his name was written onto his cup.
But if everything goes as Alex plans, that's going to chance.
A/N: Tell me what you think because if everyone hates it I'll cry in a corner and continue to block myself out from the world.