I'm Wasted, You Can Taste It
Title: I’m Wasted, You Can Taste It - Chapter 1
Author: lovethekirken
Rating: PG-14 (each chapter will individually be rated)
P.O.V.: changes in this chapter between Jack and Alex. (1st)
Summary: Jack, the school slut, will do anything to meet his favourite band, Blink 182, consisting of Travis Barker, Mark Hoppus, Tom Delonge, and Alex Gaskarth. He’d rebel his way into jail, whore his way out, even risk his whole life for them. All in hopes that once he does meet them, Alex will love him the way he loves Alex. But does Jack really know what love is? And if he doesn’t, will he stay to let Alex teach him what it is, or run from this person like he’s used to doing?
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of them but if you considered Alex looking me in the eye for a legitimate 9 seconds counts as owning, then my previous statement is false. Title cred to Broadripple Is Burning by Margot & the Nuclear So & So’s, cut to With Or Without You by U2
A/N: at the end of the chapter!! J
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It was 11:28 pm and I was waiting. Waiting. And waiting some more.
“Damnit,” I thought aloud to myself. “When was midnight gonna get their ass over here!? I need the fucking tickets!” I practically yell. Shit, I thought more quietly to myself. The walls in this house were paper thin and what if my scary relatives came in to yell at me? Shitfuckshitfuckshitfuck.
6 minutes passed and I heard nothing as I stayed quiet in my tiny ass room. Thank god. 25 more fucking minutes until I could use the stolen credit card to get my hands on the tickets that will hold the best seats at the venue. Or maybe second best since I think best would be backstage wrapped up in Alex Gaskarth’s arms sloppily but lovingly mak- NO. I can’t think about him that way. Last time I got attached to someone in that way ended awfully.
“Oh god,” gasps Leanna as she walks in on me making out with this other slut in the dirty bar washroom. One I’d met at the bar earlier that night. I swiftly pull away from this peroxide blonde and dash across the washroom towards Leanna. She ducks away from me as I try to hold her hand while the blonde, I believe her name was Hannah, or Alana, something like that, inwardly grunted and pranced out of the washroom looking both pissed off and amused.
“Leanna, babe,” I start but she cuts me off.
“How could you, Jack?! I thought you loved me! I thought I loved you! I thought we were right for each other.” She quiets down as she says the last part of the sentence as she starts to sob quietly and then quickly walks out of the washroom. I run a hand through my hair and think about what I just did.
I shudder at the memory. I blew it with the girl I could have spent forever with. But probably wouldn’t have. She was the first girl I’ve met that genuinely gave a fuck about my cold soul. But whatever. She’s long gone and probably moved halfway across the country already for university. I brush all thoughts of my ex-girlfriend away as I glance at the clock again.
11:36 pm it reads as I sigh for what seems like the millionth time. I'm fucking bored and horny right now, too so I scroll through my contacts list to find a slut to sext since I can’t sneak out because I think it’s too fucking cold and no one can come over since it’ll end awfully. I let out yet another sigh as I think that I’ve had sex with each girl at least once this week so I decide it’d be fine to settle for giving attention to my dick with my left hand. But another idea strikes me just as I start to unbuckle my pants.
I open my laptop and type in omegle.com as I unbutton my pants and pull them down to my ankles along with my thin cotton boxers. I click ‘chat’ as I sit there, achingly hard already.
Stranger: Hi, asl?
You: Hey. 18, male, Baltimore. You?
Stranger: 24, male, Illinois.
As I read the word ‘Illinois’, I can’t help but think about how Blink 182 is in that state right now. 3 states away. And in 4 days, I’ll see them live. I hear a little noise coming from my laptop, symbolizing that this guy messaged me again.
Stranger: my name’s Alex. What’s yours?
Oh god. What if this was Alex Gaskarth? It was past 11 so they were obviously done the show by now. I shake that thought. There are hundreds of Alex’s in Illinois.
You: Jack. Stranger: sexy. So what’re you up to at this time of night, Jacky?
You: waiting on buying tickets to see my favourite band, Blink in 4 days. What about you, Lexy?
I could feel buy dick crying for attention. I just wanted to get off already.
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P.O.V. - ALEX
Stranger: waiting on buying tickets to see my favourite band, Blink in 4 days. What about you, Lexy?
I consider this for a moment. I’m Alex Gaskarth. He’s a kid in Baltimore waiting to see me. That is what I’d call a form of dedication. Waiting who knows how long until midnight to buy tickets to see a band you irrevocably love so much. If only I could give this kid free meet and greets.....
You: that’s sick. I fucking love Blink as well!! Alex is hot shit ;)
Is what I reply in order to not blow my cover.
“Alex!” Mark yells from the bunk area. I turn my head slightly to the left and see him standing there, looking distraught and tired and wasted. “Turn the fucking lights off! I wanna get to fucking sleep! We need to be up in less than 12 hours for soundcheck so say goodbye to whatever horny loser you’re talking to and get your ass into your friggin bunk.”
“Shut up Mark, as if you’ll be up in time anyway,” i mumble beneath my breath as he gives me that look saying if you mess with my right now I'm going to whip your fucking ass. So i turn off the front lounge light knowing that Mark is right and planning my goodbye to Jack which probably sounded stupid since for all i do know, he’s a 76 year old man who’s never even heard of my band.
You: so....what’s up now, Jackyyyy?
Stranger: still waiting on those tickets...
You: look, you seem pretty cool and since we both have an irrevocable love towards Blink, I'm coming to Baltimore in 4 days to see my girlfriend. Maybe you’d want to meet up?
P.O.V. - JACK
Stranger: look, you seem pretty cool and since we both have an irrevocable love towards Blink, I’m coming to Baltimore in 4 days to see my girlfriend. Maybe you’d want to meet up?
I read that. I consider it. This guy seems chill but what if he rapes me.. whatever, i think again. My ass is probably loose enough it wont even hurt from all the times i’ve bottomed. So i reply,
You: sure. That’d be cool..but i kind of have the concert that day, so 7 pm - 12 am wouldn’t be good and i get home from school at 6 pm because of football practice.
Stranger: no big deal. I can meet you at the concert. My girlfriend and i were thinking of going anyway!
Wow. I just wanted this guy to be Alex.
You: sounds good.
Stranger: so just contact me at this number and text me when you get there and we’ll figure it out from there J
I write the number down, slip it into my wallet before briefly saying goodbye and disconnecting. I glance at the clock. 12:00 am. FUCK YEAH, i think internally. I go onto ticketmaster.com and buy the tickets with 1 thought running through my head. Or 2. 1 being this guy i met and wondering if he’s just covering himself up and actually being Alex Gaskarth. Jesus. I wanna know so badly! And 2, my hand wandering down to my achingly hard penis as i start to jerk my hand up and down quickly with pictures of Alex Gaskarth running through my head.
A/N: i appreciate all of your guys' comments! they're all beautiful, like you! <3