Like We Used To (7)
Title: Like We Used To
Author: wokeupfromdream
Pairing: Jalex (who else?)
Rating: NC-17
POV: Alex
Summary: I told you, I want nothing to do with you ever again. What are you doing here?!
Disclaimer: The story is mine, the characters aren't. If this had actually happened, I'd shit myself. Title belongs to A Rocket To The Moon.
**** Cut is the lovely work of YMAS and if you didn't watch their "Loverboy" video yet, you should, because it's hot hot hot and the song is perf.
Author's Notes: Okay, so pretty PRETTY please comment if you read this and let me know what you think, because I'm feeling down and I'm having doubts about this and my other fic. By the way, sorry this took so long, my internet didn't work for a week, I wanted to kms. But anyways, I have legit 6 chapters typed and ready for you all. I love you all <3
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Two years before…
We were sitting on a hammock in Jack’s backyard talking about anything and everything. Sure we had been best friends for months, but after our last kiss, it seemed that we just wanted to learn more and more about each other.
“So, favorite song by Blink?” I asked.
“Uh…” Jack’s phone vibrated and he took it out, smiling as he read what the screen said. He typed a quick reply. “I don’t know. I love them all, but I guess, ‘Dammit’ or ‘Time To Break Up’.”
I nodded, smiling. “I agree.”
His phone vibrated again and he fumbled in his pocket for it, pulling it out. I frowned. He was spending most of the time talking to someone else and I was getting frustrated. I grabbed the phone from his hands, staring at the screen. I looked at the name: Josh. Then I stared at his picture, trying to place where I had seen him last. He had light brown hair and blue eyes that shined brightly. He was good-looking and I worried that maybe Jack liked him. I scanned the last couple of texts, my eyes growing wide.
Jack baby, I’m lonely, come make me feel better? ; )
Oh, trust me, Josh, when I’m done with you, you’ll be on cloud 9. ; )
Sounds so good baby, I want to ride you all night long.
I felt a jealous rage rush through my veins. I turned to face Jack, my face surely red by now.
“Lex, what’s wrong?” He asked, worry laced in his words.
“Who the fuck is this?! And why are you talking about riding him?” I yelled. Jack looked taken aback at first but then he chuckled lightly.
“Why are you laughing?” I screamed at him, feeling hurt at his nonchalant reaction. Feeling hurt at the whole situation, period.
“Is poor wittle Lexy jealous?” He pouted, then burst out laughing again.
I felt hot tears push past my eyelids, staining my cheeks. I stomped away, walking around the side of his house and onto the street. I heard him call my name behind me, but I kept walking. He eventually caught up to me, grabbing my arm and spinning me to face him.
“Alex, where are you going?”
“Home.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Jack, did that kiss two weeks ago mean nothing to you? Because it sure as hell meant a lot to me. I thought we had something. Something special.” I kept crying, Jack staring at me in shock.
“Baby, of course it meant a lot to me. We do have something special. I just, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to become official or something.”
“Duh!” I yelled. “So then why are you flirting with Josh?” I asked, tentatively, almost as if afraid of the answer.
“We were just kidding, I swear. Josh and I have been friends for a while. It’s not serious, god Alex, we joke all the time.”
I felt a wave of relief hit me, washing away any envy or pain.
“Maybe you should ask next time, before making assumptions and running away from me.” He added.
I nodded. “I- I guess. Sorry.”
“It’s okay boo. I like that you were jealous.” He winked. I huffed and started to turn but he grabbed me and pulled me into his chest. I lay my head on his shoulder and he kissed my hair, resting his cheek on top of my head.
“Trust me Gaskarth, that kiss meant a lot to me and I want to have many more like that, got it? You’re the only one who means anything to me. You’re my only one.”
But he lied.
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I walked briskly up the path to the large two-story house that I had grown to know so well. My gut twisted as I knocked lightly on the door, and seconds later Mrs. Barakat appeared in the doorway.
She smiled brightly when she saw me, pulling me in for a hug. “Alex sweetie! Nice to see you.”
“You too Joyce,” I smiled, trying to hide the nausea settling in my stomach.
“Jack’s right upstairs honey. Isn’t it wonderful that we got the chance to move back into our own house? Makes everything so much easier.”
“It sure does,” I agreed as she walked back into the kitchen and I made my way up the stairs. I could hear Blink blasting from his room. Typical. I walked up to the door, opening it and stepping in, slamming it behind me.
Jack was typing something on the computer but he looked up when he heard the loud noise.
“Oh,” He mumbled, surprised, as he stood up and closed his laptop. “Hey Alex. Why are you here?”
I cut to the chase, skipping any introductions or explanations. “Were you trying to make me pity you?!” I yelled, thankful that the stereo was on loud enough to block my screams from Joyce. My anger was building inside of me, making me want to hit something.
“What?” He asked, shocked at my yells and even more so at what I’d asked him.
“I read your letter; the first one you sent me. Now, my question is, were you trying to make me pity you?”
“N-no, of course not!”
“Did you think I would read about your little attempt and start to feel sorry for you? Did you actually think it would make me forgive you? Cause if you did, then goddammit, you are fucking stupid Jack.” I kicked a cardboard box, watching as it toppled over, its contents spilling onto the floor.
“No, Alex, I didn’t. I wrote it cause I figured you might want to know. That maybe, you’d c-care.”
My heart was breaking just from looking at how pitiful he was, standing in his own room, his head to the floor. This, of course, only made me want to hate him more.
“Well, baby, I don’t care. I don’t care about you, or whatever happened to you. I just don’t care!”
“Okay.” He nodded, his face pained.
I stepped closer to him, so we were only a foot apart. “I fucking hate you Jack,” I said.
He moved forward slowly, his eyes staring into mine intently, our faces only inches away when he whispered, “I hate you too Lex.”
And that’s when I closed the space between us, our lips crashing together.
Author: wokeupfromdream
Pairing: Jalex (who else?)
Rating: NC-17
POV: Alex
Summary: I told you, I want nothing to do with you ever again. What are you doing here?!
Disclaimer: The story is mine, the characters aren't. If this had actually happened, I'd shit myself. Title belongs to A Rocket To The Moon.
**** Cut is the lovely work of YMAS and if you didn't watch their "Loverboy" video yet, you should, because it's hot hot hot and the song is perf.
Author's Notes: Okay, so pretty PRETTY please comment if you read this and let me know what you think, because I'm feeling down and I'm having doubts about this and my other fic. By the way, sorry this took so long, my internet didn't work for a week, I wanted to kms. But anyways, I have legit 6 chapters typed and ready for you all. I love you all <3
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masterpost
Two years before…
We were sitting on a hammock in Jack’s backyard talking about anything and everything. Sure we had been best friends for months, but after our last kiss, it seemed that we just wanted to learn more and more about each other.
“So, favorite song by Blink?” I asked.
“Uh…” Jack’s phone vibrated and he took it out, smiling as he read what the screen said. He typed a quick reply. “I don’t know. I love them all, but I guess, ‘Dammit’ or ‘Time To Break Up’.”
I nodded, smiling. “I agree.”
His phone vibrated again and he fumbled in his pocket for it, pulling it out. I frowned. He was spending most of the time talking to someone else and I was getting frustrated. I grabbed the phone from his hands, staring at the screen. I looked at the name: Josh. Then I stared at his picture, trying to place where I had seen him last. He had light brown hair and blue eyes that shined brightly. He was good-looking and I worried that maybe Jack liked him. I scanned the last couple of texts, my eyes growing wide.
Jack baby, I’m lonely, come make me feel better? ; )
Oh, trust me, Josh, when I’m done with you, you’ll be on cloud 9. ; )
Sounds so good baby, I want to ride you all night long.
I felt a jealous rage rush through my veins. I turned to face Jack, my face surely red by now.
“Lex, what’s wrong?” He asked, worry laced in his words.
“Who the fuck is this?! And why are you talking about riding him?” I yelled. Jack looked taken aback at first but then he chuckled lightly.
“Why are you laughing?” I screamed at him, feeling hurt at his nonchalant reaction. Feeling hurt at the whole situation, period.
“Is poor wittle Lexy jealous?” He pouted, then burst out laughing again.
I felt hot tears push past my eyelids, staining my cheeks. I stomped away, walking around the side of his house and onto the street. I heard him call my name behind me, but I kept walking. He eventually caught up to me, grabbing my arm and spinning me to face him.
“Alex, where are you going?”
“Home.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Jack, did that kiss two weeks ago mean nothing to you? Because it sure as hell meant a lot to me. I thought we had something. Something special.” I kept crying, Jack staring at me in shock.
“Baby, of course it meant a lot to me. We do have something special. I just, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to become official or something.”
“Duh!” I yelled. “So then why are you flirting with Josh?” I asked, tentatively, almost as if afraid of the answer.
“We were just kidding, I swear. Josh and I have been friends for a while. It’s not serious, god Alex, we joke all the time.”
I felt a wave of relief hit me, washing away any envy or pain.
“Maybe you should ask next time, before making assumptions and running away from me.” He added.
I nodded. “I- I guess. Sorry.”
“It’s okay boo. I like that you were jealous.” He winked. I huffed and started to turn but he grabbed me and pulled me into his chest. I lay my head on his shoulder and he kissed my hair, resting his cheek on top of my head.
“Trust me Gaskarth, that kiss meant a lot to me and I want to have many more like that, got it? You’re the only one who means anything to me. You’re my only one.”
But he lied.
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I walked briskly up the path to the large two-story house that I had grown to know so well. My gut twisted as I knocked lightly on the door, and seconds later Mrs. Barakat appeared in the doorway.
She smiled brightly when she saw me, pulling me in for a hug. “Alex sweetie! Nice to see you.”
“You too Joyce,” I smiled, trying to hide the nausea settling in my stomach.
“Jack’s right upstairs honey. Isn’t it wonderful that we got the chance to move back into our own house? Makes everything so much easier.”
“It sure does,” I agreed as she walked back into the kitchen and I made my way up the stairs. I could hear Blink blasting from his room. Typical. I walked up to the door, opening it and stepping in, slamming it behind me.
Jack was typing something on the computer but he looked up when he heard the loud noise.
“Oh,” He mumbled, surprised, as he stood up and closed his laptop. “Hey Alex. Why are you here?”
I cut to the chase, skipping any introductions or explanations. “Were you trying to make me pity you?!” I yelled, thankful that the stereo was on loud enough to block my screams from Joyce. My anger was building inside of me, making me want to hit something.
“What?” He asked, shocked at my yells and even more so at what I’d asked him.
“I read your letter; the first one you sent me. Now, my question is, were you trying to make me pity you?”
“N-no, of course not!”
“Did you think I would read about your little attempt and start to feel sorry for you? Did you actually think it would make me forgive you? Cause if you did, then goddammit, you are fucking stupid Jack.” I kicked a cardboard box, watching as it toppled over, its contents spilling onto the floor.
“No, Alex, I didn’t. I wrote it cause I figured you might want to know. That maybe, you’d c-care.”
My heart was breaking just from looking at how pitiful he was, standing in his own room, his head to the floor. This, of course, only made me want to hate him more.
“Well, baby, I don’t care. I don’t care about you, or whatever happened to you. I just don’t care!”
“Okay.” He nodded, his face pained.
I stepped closer to him, so we were only a foot apart. “I fucking hate you Jack,” I said.
He moved forward slowly, his eyes staring into mine intently, our faces only inches away when he whispered, “I hate you too Lex.”
And that’s when I closed the space between us, our lips crashing together.