The Fugitive (3/?)
Title: The Fugitive
Author: justcici and fuck_damn
Pairing: Jalex (eventually).
Rating: PG-13 (each chapter will be rated individually).
Summary: Jack Barakat is a rich, bitter, mean man who has everything. Alex Gaskarth is a convict on the run with nothing on his hands. What will happen when their worlds collide?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. The plot is ours.
A/N: At the bottom.
Alex realised he probably looked like a fish out of water at the moment; it was pure shock, mainly. Why was someone letting him, of all people, go back to their house and live with them? Don't get him wrong, he's not complaining but he can't help but feel that there's something behind the help that the dark haired male is giving him.
Alex felt his head being pushed down and heard the seemingly younger of the two, hiss, "keep your head down until we get to the car, got it?"
Alex nodded his head, what else could he do? He didn't want to do something to annoy him and get shoved back to the grasps of the law. He bit his lip and ducked behind his greasy tawny brown hair, his honey coloured eyes watching the man's converse slap onto the pavement.
"Get in," instructs his saviour, shoving him at a door of some car. "Now."
Without thinking, he sat down. His body hurt. His arm, from where that guy had grabbed him to stop him from running and his side from being shoved against the car. Was this really better than street-life? Being shoved and basically abused when they weren’t even at their destination? Taken somewhere by a stranger without even knowing his name. It wasn’t as if he had anything to lose, but still… this guy could be a fucking serial killer and he wouldn’t know. Anyways, it was probably too late now. The brown-haired man had already started the engine and started driving down the street. Both of them just staring straight forward on the street through the windshield the silence got not only awkward but almost deadly. “Well, erm… since I’m going to live with you, as it seems, you’d maybe like to tell me your name?” “It’s Jack. Jack Barakat.” “Okay then… I’m Alex.” “I know. How else would I have known why you were running?!” “Okay…”
The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. And not even less awkward than before. If possible, it was even more deafening and oppressive.
When the car pulled up at a house Alex stared at it with his honey eyes wider than normal, the house was bloody huge and that was not him exaggerating.
"Close you mouth, douche," mumbled the dark haired boy with a snarl curling the top of his lip. He opened the door for Alex and still shoved his head down as he pushed him into his house.
"S-sorry," Alex stumbled. His fingers lifted up to rub the area where Jack had pushed his neck a little roughly.
"Follow me," Jack sighed, grabbing Alex's wrist instead and leading him up a flight of stairs that are covered in a dark purple carpet. He leads him into a little room.
A/N: Well, thank you all for reading this, and again, we're terribly sorry this is so late, but it's only my (Cally) fault because I had so much going on lately that I just couldn't write, it's at no point fuck-damn's fault.
Anyways, we hope you liked it. Reviews are always appreciated!