Press Rewind. 1/?
“Hey Alex, what’s up with you today? You seem so stressed out.”
“I’m just… Had a rough night, I guess.”
“Dude, what up? Never seen you this nervous before”.
“I’m not nervous. Just… I’m fine.”
“Aaaaaalex! I really, really, really need your he- Are you okay?”
“YES! I AM ALRIGHT! Can everybody please stop annoying me? THANK YOU!”
He didn’t mean to yell at Martin. But he just couldn’t control himself, everybody asking if he was okay really bothered him and made him even more nervous than he was already was. When he stomped away from a very confused looking Martin, he actually felt bad. He would apologize to him after the night. After he got the weight lifted off his shoulders.
At home, while doing his homework, Alex’s phone rang. First he was afraid, that Jack might wanted to cancel their meet this night, but when he picked up, he heard Martin’s voice quietly say “Hey Alex.”
“Awh, hey Martin. Dude, listen, I’m sorry for this afternoon. I was just kind of outta my mind. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“It’s alright. We all have our bad times, I guess.” Martin let out a small, girly-ish chuckle.
“Uhm, before I yelled at you, you wanted to talk to me, I think? What was it?”
“Uhm. That’s kind of a… uhm… weird thing, I guess.”
“I like weird things. Come on, tell me. I am thankful for every reason to get a break from doing homework.”
“Alright. Like… But don’t judge me, okay? I haven’t told this anyone yet. And, if you could keep it to yourself for now, I’d be very thankful.”
“Wow. Sounds pretty serious. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“It’s like… Well… I think. IgotacrushonJack”, he violently blurted out. “There we go. I said it. Wasn’t that hard. I’m gay. Not a big deal. Right? It’s not like my parents are pretty much homophobic or anything. Fuck, Alex. I don’t know what to do. My parents are totally gonna hate me. And I’ll have to live on the streets, ‘cause they won’t want a homo-kid as their son. Fuck.... I’m so screwed.”
“Whoa. This was kind of unexpected.” Did Martin really say that he loved Jack? Martin Johnson loved Jack Barakat? The one Jack Barakat that Alex wanted to confess his love to tonight?
“I know… I didn’t really… kind of… ever thought I’d be into guys… like, ever. And that’s what my parents think and I’m so screwed. For real.”
“Listen, your parents won’t kick you out. Just like, give them time to understand and deal with the situation. They’re gonna accept you, no matter who you’re in love with. You’re still their son.” Alex's almost-monotone voice and frequent pauses were beginning to make him sound like a robot.
Why did Martin have to fall in love with JACK?
Out of all the good-looking guys at school and in town, he had to choose the guy that Alex was madly crushing on? And he had to come to Alex and tell him about it?
The conversation went on for about 15 minutes, in which Alex tried to convince Martin that his parents would accept him the way he was, while Martin preferred to ramble on about how he would have to live on the streets and become a bum.
Finally, Martin came to the conclusion, that he’d tell his parents, when the moment was right.
“Listen, just in case things get really bad over at your place, you can stay with me until your parents calmed down, alright?”
Alex promised Martin and Martin thanked Alex effusively before hanging up.
Alex’s parents left around 6 pm for a 5-day vacation in some hills which Alex had never heard of.
The hours passed until it was finally 8 pm and Jack knocked on the door. Alex opened immediately, facing a typically, very happy Jack with a lot of beer in his arms.
Time went by. Jack seemed to have a great time and didn’t really notice that Alex wasn’t paying too much attention to the TV and twiddled with a hole in his pants.
“Eva Green is such a babe!” blurted Jack out, while staring at the TV screen. Alex didn’t respond. “Hey? Are you listening? Alex?”
“Uhm. Sorry. Wh-What were you saying?” Alex stuttered.
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me you’re alright, because I know you aren’t.” Jack switched off the TV and now - instead of staring at the screen - he stared at Alex.
This is so fucked up. Totally cliché-fucked up. For real. Totally like one of these chick-flicks, where the main characters are like inches away from each other and instead of talking, they just start to make out. Fucking cliché.
“Uhm. There’s uhm... Something I g-gotta tell you.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Uhm. I think... Well... You k-know, like-”
“No, I don’t.” Jack looked at his best friend with a confused expression on his face. Alex lost himself in Jack’s brown eyes. For a few seconds he just glared at these gorgeous eyes that belonged to this gorgeous boy that was sitting on Alex’s couch. Jack’s expression got more and more confused during the awkward silence. Then Alex finally realized what was going on.
“Alex?”
"Uhm. You know, it's like... I think... Martinhasacrushonyou."
“I’m just… Had a rough night, I guess.”
“Dude, what up? Never seen you this nervous before”.
“I’m not nervous. Just… I’m fine.”
“Aaaaaalex! I really, really, really need your he- Are you okay?”
“YES! I AM ALRIGHT! Can everybody please stop annoying me? THANK YOU!”
He didn’t mean to yell at Martin. But he just couldn’t control himself, everybody asking if he was okay really bothered him and made him even more nervous than he was already was. When he stomped away from a very confused looking Martin, he actually felt bad. He would apologize to him after the night. After he got the weight lifted off his shoulders.
At home, while doing his homework, Alex’s phone rang. First he was afraid, that Jack might wanted to cancel their meet this night, but when he picked up, he heard Martin’s voice quietly say “Hey Alex.”
“Awh, hey Martin. Dude, listen, I’m sorry for this afternoon. I was just kind of outta my mind. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“It’s alright. We all have our bad times, I guess.” Martin let out a small, girly-ish chuckle.
“Uhm, before I yelled at you, you wanted to talk to me, I think? What was it?”
“Uhm. That’s kind of a… uhm… weird thing, I guess.”
“I like weird things. Come on, tell me. I am thankful for every reason to get a break from doing homework.”
“Alright. Like… But don’t judge me, okay? I haven’t told this anyone yet. And, if you could keep it to yourself for now, I’d be very thankful.”
“Wow. Sounds pretty serious. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“It’s like… Well… I think. IgotacrushonJack”, he violently blurted out. “There we go. I said it. Wasn’t that hard. I’m gay. Not a big deal. Right? It’s not like my parents are pretty much homophobic or anything. Fuck, Alex. I don’t know what to do. My parents are totally gonna hate me. And I’ll have to live on the streets, ‘cause they won’t want a homo-kid as their son. Fuck.... I’m so screwed.”
“Whoa. This was kind of unexpected.” Did Martin really say that he loved Jack? Martin Johnson loved Jack Barakat? The one Jack Barakat that Alex wanted to confess his love to tonight?
“I know… I didn’t really… kind of… ever thought I’d be into guys… like, ever. And that’s what my parents think and I’m so screwed. For real.”
“Listen, your parents won’t kick you out. Just like, give them time to understand and deal with the situation. They’re gonna accept you, no matter who you’re in love with. You’re still their son.” Alex's almost-monotone voice and frequent pauses were beginning to make him sound like a robot.
Why did Martin have to fall in love with JACK?
Out of all the good-looking guys at school and in town, he had to choose the guy that Alex was madly crushing on? And he had to come to Alex and tell him about it?
The conversation went on for about 15 minutes, in which Alex tried to convince Martin that his parents would accept him the way he was, while Martin preferred to ramble on about how he would have to live on the streets and become a bum.
Finally, Martin came to the conclusion, that he’d tell his parents, when the moment was right.
“Listen, just in case things get really bad over at your place, you can stay with me until your parents calmed down, alright?”
Alex promised Martin and Martin thanked Alex effusively before hanging up.
Alex’s parents left around 6 pm for a 5-day vacation in some hills which Alex had never heard of.
The hours passed until it was finally 8 pm and Jack knocked on the door. Alex opened immediately, facing a typically, very happy Jack with a lot of beer in his arms.
Time went by. Jack seemed to have a great time and didn’t really notice that Alex wasn’t paying too much attention to the TV and twiddled with a hole in his pants.
“Eva Green is such a babe!” blurted Jack out, while staring at the TV screen. Alex didn’t respond. “Hey? Are you listening? Alex?”
“Uhm. Sorry. Wh-What were you saying?” Alex stuttered.
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me you’re alright, because I know you aren’t.” Jack switched off the TV and now - instead of staring at the screen - he stared at Alex.
This is so fucked up. Totally cliché-fucked up. For real. Totally like one of these chick-flicks, where the main characters are like inches away from each other and instead of talking, they just start to make out. Fucking cliché.
“Uhm. There’s uhm... Something I g-gotta tell you.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Uhm. I think... Well... You k-know, like-”
“No, I don’t.” Jack looked at his best friend with a confused expression on his face. Alex lost himself in Jack’s brown eyes. For a few seconds he just glared at these gorgeous eyes that belonged to this gorgeous boy that was sitting on Alex’s couch. Jack’s expression got more and more confused during the awkward silence. Then Alex finally realized what was going on.
“Alex?”
"Uhm. You know, it's like... I think... Martinhasacrushonyou."