Break Your Little Heart - S/A
Title: Break Your Little Heart - S/A
Author: Me, earthtocleo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth
Summary: "I thought so. We're done, Jack. Finished."
Warnings: Cursing. Angst.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, do you really think I'd be writing stories?! Title credit to All Time Low.
A/N: o m g HI GUISE! I have returned! yeah lol sort of realised I have a livejournal and maybe I should use it more… yeah so this is just an angst-y oneshot, and i hope y'all like it! hopeful I'll be writing more soon (or maybe not 'cause i'm lazy yh)! oh and this hasn't been beta-ed, so sorry if it sucks!
The harsh ocean breeze blew Alex's hair around relentlessly as he leant against the railings. He let out a sigh that was stolen by the wind, and ran a hand down his face in anguish. He seemed to be the only one at the beach not having fun. There were a group of boys on the stretch of sand in front of him playing volley ball, laughing and joking without a care in the world. Yes, there were some slightly panicked mothers holding onto their child's hand tightly as they entered the water, but the fright was soon washed away when they saw the overjoyed expression on their kid's sweet little face.
Alex pulled his hoodie sleeves over his hands and stared up at the beautiful cerulean sky. It was clear, no clouds, and it reminded him of how he felt at that moment: empty.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Jack, if course. No one else would want to text him. It was probably another apology message. Like Alex would fall for that again. Jack had broken his heart one too many times. Scratch that; he had ripped it out, threw it to the floor and trodden on it one too many times.
A solitary tear fell from Alex's cheek to the concrete below. He wiped his face with his sleeve, and closed his eyes. He took in the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the seagulls screaming in the sky, and the wind roaring in his ears. He swallowed the lump in his throat before opening his eyes to the world again.
It was then when he heard wild footsteps approaching him, and he took a deep breath in. The person skidded to a halt, panting.
"How did you know I was here?" Alex questioned. He tried to sound calm, but there was a quiver of nerves buried in his speech.
"The beach is practically you're home, Alex. You always come here when I've- when something's up," the man said, wheezing slightly as his heart rate began to return to normal. "I-I'm sorry."
Alex sighed, slowly getting more and more agitated, his hands balling into fists. "You're sorry, Jack? You're fucking sorry?" He span around, lips curled up in a snarl as he leant his back against the railings that separated the beach from the concrete walkway to it's side. "How many times have you said that to me? How many more times will I have to hear it, Jack?"
"A-Alex, baby, please…"
"Baby? Don't bring out the pet names, Jack, 'cause I really don't wanna hear them." There was a short pause before Alex spoke again. "Was he better than me?"
"Alex, I didn't sleep with-"
"Oh, you didn't sleep with him? Well was that I walked in on, then? A fucking teddy bear's picnic? I wasn't born yesterday, Jack!" His body began to shake uncontrollably, unshed tears shining in his eyes. "You have no idea how much this hurts me inside."
"Alex, people are starting to look at us. Maybe we should go somewhere more private…" Jack reached out for Alex's arm, but Alex pulled away, like he'd been burnt.
"Don't fucking touch me," he growled. "You've cheated on me one too many times, Jack Barakat, and I can't do this anymore. Every time it happens, you say sorry, and I come crawling back into your arms. You don't understand that I love you! I'm fucking hooked on you and I can't get enough, but you abuse that every single day to no end."
"I-I love you too-"
Jack was cut off. "Oh, really? Well why do you feel it necessary to sleep with anything with a pulse if you love me?"
Jack was shaking his head now, tears streaming down his cheeks as he stared with a blank expression at Alex.
"I thought so. We're done, Jack. Finished."
Alex turned away from his love, and walked away, trying to dodge holiday makers through his blurry vision. He felt a sense of achievement, that he was leaving his past behind, and moving towards his future. But he knew in the back of his mind that after a few days of sleeping at Zack's house, he'd go crawling back to Jack, crying and whispering apologies over and over again as Jack kissed his hair. Then Jack would cheat on him, and the cycle would just repeat.
It's just how they fit.