Still Painting Flowers (Chapter 1~!!!)
Title: Still Painting Flowers (1/?)
Author: chasingxrabbits
Pairing: Jalex, Implied Gabilliam, Past pairings for both Jack and Alex
Rating:Uhm...PG- 13 with a mention of porn. (Over all NC-17)
Dedications: My favorite person in the WHOLE world, beside Alex Gaskarth, Lydia (altuni )
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the sexy boys beneath the cut. Just the story
Summary: Jack's life sucks. Alex comes along and sucks in a different way ;D
Authors Notes: Oh deary. Please don't be mad if it sucks. (Keep in mind I'm only 15 please ^^'') This is like my first post EVER. Comments are UBER loved.
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The boring day always drags on, especially when you have no one to talk to. Sure, soon enough I'd be able to just go home, leaving this shithole I learn in behind, but it's never really soon enough. Ever.
"Jack, focus."
A voice I knew all too well snapped me back from my little daydream. He was too short, and much too annoying to be a teacher. Wait, no scratch that - he made a perfect, stereotypical teacher. He'd even come complete with a teacher's pet. William Beckett, one of my best friends.
"Maybe the reason that you only got a 'B' on the last test is because you never really listen to me. Shakespeare is like God! How can you people not find this interesting?!" he exclaimed, turning back around to the large, but very much unnecessary diagram of Shakespeare's work.
"Maybe because you're teaching it," I mumbled, much too low for him to have heard. Maybe if there was someone that sat next to me in the annoyingly lonesome slate table, then they would have laughed. Or maybe not. Either way, I resumed my position, head resting on the desk in front of me, and shut my eyes.
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"God, I'm just ready for this shit to be over." Rian spoke through clenched teeth and shot his eyes across the grassy school courtyard to his giggling girlfriend from hell.
"What's up this time?" I asked, feeling like he was expecting me to, although I didn't care fully. If he'd stop dating the trashiest things he found, he wouldn't have problems. Or, he could just stop dating, period. Like me. I decided that most girls around here are just gross and none of the guys are anything special either. From what I can tell, most are douche bags.
"Jack, are you listening?" Rian asked, looking a bit annoyed with my attention span.
"Yeah, you've been uber spacey lately, bro," Zack chimed in, taking a bite of his disgusting school provided lunch.
"Woe is the life of a little Jack Bar-a-kitten," William giggled and snuggled closer to me, his chestnut locks resting on my shoulder. He hadn't even touched his plate of salad that he'd packed, neatly into a little brown bag, from home. That must be why I liked him so much. He's damn smart and superbly cute.
"Oh, shut it, Bilvy. I'm just tired. I didn't sleep at. Fucking. All. Last night," I groaned, feeling a bit pathetic, and set my head down.
"Well, at least it's Friday and you can sleep all day tomorrow." William smiled and patted my back, making my face mash more into the gross lunch table.
"No way! He's doing a movie with us tomorrow," Zack stated, taking an obnoxiously noisy bite from his burger.
"Give him a break, Merrick! He's a sweepy wittle Bar-a-kitten," William defended and hugged into my side. Okay, maybe that's why I loved him so much.
He was an all around great friend.
"He's right guys; I'm going to have to bail on the movie." I sat up and shrugged. My eyes shifted to the school in front of us, mainly at the office.
"Actually, I think I'm going to go right now. I'm not feeling well." And it was no lie. I felt like shit.
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After the office lady released me to go home, I got in my car and drove. Not home, just drove around town, hoping maybe I'd just get so tired that I'd have no other choice than to go home and crash. I glanced at the clock. No way that my mom was off work yet and she wouldn't be until way later.
Finally, I made it to the street, where my middle class house was planted and parked my car in front of it. I proceeded to the front door until something caught my eye.
There was a car in front of the previously empty house next to mine and there was a tall, skinny lady with her head in the trunk of it.
I glanced to the front window of the house...it didn't look empty. It had curtains and even a bottle of soap in front of what I assumed to be the kitchen sink.
In my attempt to spy on my new neighbors, I didn't even notice that the lady had a box in her hand and was looking at me.
"Hi, there! You must be our neighbors. We just moved in." She grinned widely, her age showing a bit more as the slight wrinkles in her face creased.
I half smiled back at her. "Yeah, I'm Jack. Jack...Barakat."
I felt a little awkward as she looked me up and down.
"Say, how old are you?" she asked from across the strip of grass that separated us.
"...Seventeen." I was severely wondering why she was asking. Maybe she was a serial rapist.
She smiled and nodded. "Well, it's nice meeting you, Jack." Then she walked into the house.
I did the same as quickly as I could, plopping down across the living room couch as soon as I was inside and my backpack was on the floor.
With the TV turned on for background noise, I closed my eyes.
Fifteen dark minutes later, I opened them again, having not slept a bit. "God damnit." I groaned and glanced over at the TV.
There wasn't even anything good on. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can find some porn and just jerk off until I fall asleep.
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