I'm Wasted, You Can Taste It - chapter 2
Title: I’m Wasted, You Can Taste It - Chapter 2
Author: lovethekirken , aka Alaska or Ale
Rating: PG-14 (each chapter will individually be rated)
P.O.V.: Jack
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 anyone L title cred to margot and the nuclear so and so’s, cut to panic!
A/N: at the end of the chapter! J
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I don’t know why I do this, but I do. I keep the letters my dad sends me 3 times a month. Being the person I am and going through 18 years of what he’s done to me, I should have quickly skimmed through it and then ripped it up after receiving the first one. It was the second Thursday of the month and I just received the second letter this month from my dad. I stare at the crumply envelope with the many stamps on it as it lies on my kitchen table and debate on whether I should leave it there and ignore it or read it. Even though I don’t fully want to, I decide on the latter and reach for the letter opener. It reads;
Jack,
Hello. It’s good to be writing to you again this month.
That’s bullshit. He starts every fucking letter like that.
I just wanted to tell you that I hope you think about me as often as I think of you. I'm so sorry for leaving you when you were just so young. I was young too! Only 17. Your mother and I couldn’t afford to take care of you.
As I read that part, I wonder to myself. I wonder how much bullshit I intake in 1 day. Because there’s so much at school, so much with my aunt and uncle, now with my dad in this stupid fucking letter I don’t even want to be reading.
Even though I barely knew you, I miss you and just wish I could stop by. I'm sorry this letter was so short; I’ll just have you know that I love you.
-dad
I do a double take. He’s never said anything like that. That he missed me or loved me or wished he could stop by and see me.
I run the letter up into my room, stow it away into the drawer that I keep all the other 46 letters (not that I counted them..) he’s sent me, then wander out onto my porch before stepping off of it to take a walk.
I walk down the sidewalk without yelling goodbye to my guardians because I know they won’t even acknowledge me. I take a seat on the bench in front of the park about 5 minutes from where I live. I watch as a dad and his daughter walk by. She looks about 7 or 8.
“how’s school? Your friends, are they nice to you?”
“daddy! Why do you always ask me that! Every week, it’s annoying!”
The girl’s dad checks his watch. This guy must be a weekend dad. Be thankful that at least yours comes around, kid. Don’t take it for granted, he’ll stop one day. And they keep walking. As I watch them walk away, this weird feeling bubbles up inside of me. It feels like...a longing. Maybe I’m longing to see my dad. But I just can’t and it hurts a lot, knowing I have no one there for me. If my dad loved me, he’d come and take me away. He’s gotta have enough money to just take me away from here. I never thought I’d say this, or think it, but even though I haven’t met him or don’t know an ounce of information about him, I miss him. A lot.
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I walk into the noisy cafeteria the following Monday. I fucking hate Mondays. Tuesdays too.
“JACK!” I hear. I turn my head in that direction and see Zack, Rian, and our little posse waving me over.
“hey,” I breathe as I take a seat next to Andy. John and Garrett sit at the corner of the table making out while the baby of our group, Blake, carefully places his salami in Zack’s hair and laughs quietly then high fives Rian.
“BROSEPH. DID YOU GET THE BLINK TICKETS!?!??!??!?!?” Rian yells into my face. “YES!” I reply just as loudly. He then rambles on about how he’s going to California for 5 days and how he’s leaving the day before Blink comes here and how I'm going to have to record the entire concert for him. Obviously, I say yes.
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P.O.V. ALEX
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
Its like I forgot how to breathe. This. All of this is breathtaking. I turn my head from the crowd in front of me and smile at Mark. We just played the last couple chords of the last song we’ve played in Belgium. I can’t even begin to think about how fucking lucky we got as a band, to get this far.
The crowd cheers as us 4 guys walk off the stage, Tom, Mark, and I throwing a couple of our guitar picks into the roaring sea of people up against the stage, and Travis skilfully tossing in 2 of his drumsticks.
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After about 7 games of beer pong, drunkenly walking in on one of the dudes from the other bands fingering some slut, and tripping over several of Matt’s mickey figurines, I finally found my way to my bunk. I practically ripped the curtain of my bunk while too swiftly trying to close it. I grabbed my laptop from underneath my pillow and opened up several documents, trying to find the one that contained Jack’s phone number in it.
“YES!” I shrieked like a fucking 6 year old girl who’d gotten her first build-a-bear as I finally found it. I dialled it into my phone and saved ‘Jack’ as a contact. I have no clue as to why I'm getting to fucking attached to this kid. I mean, for all I actually knew, he could be a 69 year old pedophile. But there was something in my gut telling me to just meet him at the show. Something about his dedication towards the band I played in. That and something else was what I felt compelling me towards the kid. But I couldn’t put my finger on the ‘something else’. I want to find out pretty badly though. I guess I’ll just have to wait 2 more days.
The next day
‘1 more fucking day’ I think to myself. I just woke up from my afternoon nap after taking my painkillers to murder my hangover headache. That was a fucking meatpounder. I also almost forgot. It’s break day! We’ve arrived in Baltimore a couple hours ago and tomorrow is when we play the show. And here comes that feeling, that feeling where I'm just so anxious to meet Jack. Jeeze, this needs to stop.
“damn, youre fucking lonely, huh? Probably jerking off in your bunk every 20 minutes.” My curtain is torn open by Mark. A slightly intoxicated Mark.
“shut up Mark. Youre drunk.” I shoot back. It’s not a good comeback, but it’s all I’ve got when I don’t know what I'm fucking feeling right now. I'm confused, angry, anxious, pissed off, and lonely, so fucking lonely, all at once. But not lonely in the way that Mark is letting on. I just want someone to be there for me. I want a ‘significant other’ as they say. I want someone to care about me, because I haven’t had one of those in the longest time. I want it to be a guy so all our dates can be 100 times more casual that they’d probably be with a girl and since I'm gay. Gayer than a.......i don’t know. Point is, I just want to find someone to love and that’ll love me for who I am and just be so perfect in my eyes that the world stops spinning and the music I listen to sounds 10395803985 times better.
“go get laid over this break, pussy. I’ll be getting laid by my wife, Tom by his, and I have no clue what Travis is doing. I don’t care.” Is what he finishes with as he walks out of the bunk area, leaving my curtain wide open, to probably go and find Tom to give him a blowjob or something. I hate how rude Mark can get when he’s drunk. Even the slightest bit and if a girl rejects him, or Tom, he gets all rude and nasty and takes all that out on me. What a douchebag, huh?
Suddenly, the bus lurches and comes to a stop. Travis then comes in, drops all my bags beside my bunk and says,
“out. Your stop. I wanna get home to my family.”
I grab my bags and step off the bus, watching as it drives into the distance. The sun is just setting over the horizon line and it looks gorgeous. The bus I lived on for 2 months with 3 guys that act like pre teen girls on their period, and it’s just wonderful. I unlock my front door (I'm so surprised I haven’t lost my lanyard of keys) and am immediately greeted with my mom yelling my name and appearing in front of me with my father, and my 2 dogs jumping up at my legs. I smile, because I really have missed this.
About an hour later, after being intensely interrogated by my parents about tour, stuffing myself with the pastries my mom baked especially for me, and giving my 2 wonderful dogs dinner, I finally head off to the washroom to take a proper shower. It takes me 45 minutes and it feels fucking amazing. I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my lower half. I then walk over my drawers, pull out an amazingly clean pair of boxers, put them on, briefly towel dry my hair, and then settle down into my bed. All in a matter of 4 minutes. That’s when I hear my phone beep. I unlock my phone, eager to see who the text was from, hoping it was from one of my friends here at home.
But it’s not. And I don’t know if I'm surprised or ecstatic about who it was.
I bet you’re guessing who it was. You probably have it right.
Jack.
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P.O.V.: JACK
I’ve been lying in bed for hours. Ok, maybe not hours, but it sure felt like it! It felt like I’d been lying in my comfy bed for 7 hours. But it’d only been 1 and a half. I got home at 6:15 from football practice and finally mustered up the courage to text him. I don’t know what it was, but something about how he spoke typed what he typed to me. To anyone, it’d be nothing. But to me, it was definitely something. I can’t pinpoint it though. And it sucks. So, I go through my wallet and finally find the tiny, crumpled up piece of paper. The one that contains Alex Gaskarth’s cell number. And I text him. I don’t care too much about the long distant fees.
So I text him. A plain and extremely simple
‘hey.’
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A/N: im sorry for this late update! i was so lost, i didnt know where i wanted the story to head and i just lost a family member and i feel awful. anyways, IM SEEING ALL TIME LOW AND SIMPLE PLAN AND MARIANAS TRENCH IN 13 DAYS. and the girl im supposed to go with has been a complete bitch lately so im probably gonna give her her money back and take a better person, theres no way in hell im letting some douche fuck this night up for me.
and i apologize for the awful-ness of this chapter, it's kind of a filler since nothing really happens....but idk. i just don;t like it very much but felt the need to put something up since i had promised some amazing readers that i'd have something up by the end of the week. and this is 'something'
comments are very much appreciated!
xoxo