I'm Wasted, You Can Taste It - chapter 5/?
Title: I’m Wasted, You Can Taste It - chapter 5
Author: lovethekirken AKA Alaska or Ale
Dedications: Everyone who has commented on this, y’all are too sweet (:
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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?
P.O.V.: Jack
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone in the story only the plot
A/N: at the bottom
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It was nearing midnight now and Alex and I were now sitting in his room, Rian having gone out to fetch Zack and probably drink a couple beers or something. Point is, I was alone. With Alex. Again.
We were listening to Fall Out Boy, talking about our music tastes and just favourite stuff in general when he randomly asked me;
“have you ever set off your own fireworks?”
I didn’t really know what to say to this because wasn’t that kind of dangerous? Playing with the fireworks by yourself? Don’t people like... burn themselves and burn their houses down? But I tried to keep my cool and just say, “nope. It’s not really my thing I guess.”
“stop playing the ‘its not my thing’ card Jack-o. It’s pathetic. You get off on not doing anything fun huh? The dangerous side is better. Let’s go get some fireworks.”
And before I could even say something in return, he was pulling me off of his bed, and tugging me out of the hall, towards the front door. The instant I had both my Nike dunks on, we were running towards his car, parked on the other side of the street and I smiled.
I didn’t smile because I’d hooked up with Blink 182’s Alex Gaskarth, but because I was feeling legitimate feelings towards him.
I was smiling because someone as amazing as Alex had brought me contentedness and that was great, knowing the feeling.
I was smiling because I felt more infinite than ever, with the wind through my hair as we cruised down the street, windows down, his hand in mine.
I was smiling because we laughed together and listened to good music together.
I was smiling because even though we had only known each other 3 days, it felt like 3 years.
I was smiling because I was truly happy, and I seriously hadn’t known that feeling in a really long time, and now I got to share the feeling with someone else.
The last thing, i knew for a fact that i was head over heels for this dude. It’s really fucking hard, trying not to fall in love with someone who’s so like yourself and so beautiful and just so...perfect. However, Alex interrupted Jack’s thoughts when he slapped his hand down onto Jacks thigh, quite harshly.
“HEY PRETTY BOY. GET OUT OF DREAMLAND. WE’RE HERE.”
I shook my head to even out my vision and looked out the window. We were in a gravel lot, surrounded by other trailers and motor homes, with a very brightly lit up trailer in front of us.
“come on. My friend John and his boyfriend Garrett own this place. They’re hippies, it’s quite a sight to see,” he smirked which made me giggle. Alex looked so beautiful under these flashing lights. I wanted to tell him that but he probably didn’t even feel the same way as I did. Our previous makeout session was probably just a ‘im horny’ thing to him. I cleared my head of those thoughts as he led me up a couple steps to the front door where he just walked in and i was automatically met by the smell of cigarette smoke. My nose scrunched and Alex must’ve noticed which is why he said,
“you could wait outside if this is too strong for you. It won’t take me long.”
I shook my head no and said,
“it’s fine. I wanna meet your hippy friends,” and smiled widely.
That made Alex grin cheekily so he just led me deeper into the trailer where we went through a kitchen and into a backroom with shelves and shelves and shelves of fireworks and different types of lighters and sparklers and all those kinds of fun stuff.
Then i heard a bang that made me jump as Alex giggled beside me, then 2 guys appeared. Gotta admit, they both were pretty attractive.
“ALEX! LONG TIME NO SEE. Well, not really but whatever! What kind you need this time, bro?” the taller one spoke. The shorter one noticed me and smiled. He walked over and introduced himself as Garrett and i introduced myself as Jack. I was pretty sure that Alex had bought at least $70 worth of fireworks which is quite a bit considering it’s fireworks but i wasn’t complaining.
We stayed for a while longer, me getting along well with these 2 dudes. They were fun, super chill. Once we were out the door, I kind of wished we had stayed longer but the other half of e was super glad because I once again had Alex to myself and he was going to be my first person to ever set fireworks off with. This was going to be beautiful.
Driving about 5 minutes down the road we used to come here, he took a wrong turn. I was about to say something about it when he interrupted me.
“we’re going somewhere different to set these off. It’s a beautiful sight, i swear,” he turned and smiled at me and i could see sparks of happiness and youth in his eyes. It was gorgeous, he was gorgeous. So i smiled back at him and just nodded, going to grab his hand so i could hold it with the wind going through my hair and the streetlamps lighting up the car and our faces every couple seconds or so. With my hand in his right one, he put his car into cruise and pressed ‘disc’ on his radio. I then heard Jay-Z’s voice for the intro of the song Thriller by Fall Out Boy.
This song was perfect for the atmosphere, and so was the band. Being this happy with Alex made me forget about how Fall Out Boy was on an almost 3 year hiatus and made me even happier how the music suited every single aspect of how i was feeling.
A couple more minutes of me being lost in my thoughts and enjoying the scenery, we came to an abrupt stop and I looked around. I saw nothing but darkness. Alex turned off the car and smiled softly at me, still holding my hand. He must’ve seen the slightly frightened look on my face, which is probably why he commented on my fear,
“come on Jacky-poo. I’ll take care of you. No need to be scared. It’s amazing, I promise.” He let go of my hand and quickly opened his door, got out, closed it, and rushed to mine, opening it for me. He got down on one knee and offered his hand, which I took smiling and commenting on how much of a gentleman he was.
I got out of the car with him and leant on the hood of his car while he jogged up to this long block of wood quite a few feet ahead of us. I watched as he placed one of his (many) firework pieces upright so that the little string you lit up was erect. He pulled the lighter out and lit it, then immediately running back to me. He came up beside me and wrapped both his arms around my waist while my arms crossed at my chest in a sort of insecure way. He rested his head on my shoulder and right at that second, the firework made a high pitched noise and shot straight up, then exploding into a million tiny color sparks. It was gorgeous, being so close to it too.
Then it was my turn. I grabbed about 8 from where our feet were and ran over, not having one fall out of my arms. I lined them all up on the long piece of wood and yelled for Alex to bring the lighter over. He tossed me one and helped me light the 8 up. We each lit 4 and then ran back to our spot on his range rover. In a matter of about 4 seconds, all 8 of the rocket like fireworks shot up in sync and it was so fucking wonderful, the fact that I was watching it with someone just as beautiful as the scenery in front of me made my experience better.
As all 8 exploded hundreds, maybe thousands, of feet in the air, I felt Alex lean his head on my shoulder so I turned my head the slightest bit to the left and craned my neck ever so slightly to kiss the top of his hair and leave my nose nuzzled there, in time for the fireworks to still be crackling and popping all the way up there, in the dark summer sky.
We did exactly that for the next hour or so, using up all of the fireworks, different types and colors and lighting them together and just watching them be set off into the sky just like rocket ships. Then I started thinking thoughts about Alex and how not one bit did I want this moment to change. Not one little aspect of it. I loved the sound of crackling and popping above our heads, the Fall Out Boy blasting from his car, us leaning on his hood as we are wrapped in each others’ limbs. That’s when I realize that this is what I want. I don’t want to stay living with my boring old aunt and uncle, living a drag of a life because my parents abandoned me. I wanted to stay happy with Alex and inspire him to write more good music.
I let my eyes slip shut, seeing the bright, bright lights behind my eye lids. Just then, Alex was shaking me awake. He was saying Jack more and more urgently each time. I didn’t know why. Wasn’t I awake with him? The moment was absolutely perfect, what seems to be ruining it? I try to ask him why he’s so worried but the words won’t come out. Then I hear a faint beeping sound. But soon after, it turns not so faint and it’s as loud as fucking live music at concerts, or so it seems. And at that second, I realize that I’m not in my safe haven like bubble with Alex beside me, I feel...softer. Like I’m in a bed. And I’m groaning.
“Jack! Jack! JACK! GET UP OR YOU’LL BE LATE AGAIN. I’m going to work, GET UP, SON!” I hear and then a door from downstairs slam.
What the fuck is happening? Where the hell did Alex go? Where am I?
I swear, I can still see the bright lights I saw with Alex just moments ago.
I crack my eyes open and reality punches me in the face. It was a dream.
‘FUCK’ I think to myself. And then I say the word louder this time, realizing that if I don’t get up soon, I’m going to have another tardy which would be my third time this week. But whatever. It’s Friday.
Only 8 hours of having to face these low life douche bags and then I’m free for the weekend. I sigh as I get up, frustrated that what I just went through was only a dream. It’s got to have been more than just a dream, I felt real feelings. My aunt or uncle did not fucking make out with me in my sleep.
The word whatever is on my mind as I walk out of my bedroom.
After I arrive at school, my best friend Rian is practically jumping at me, yelling in my face.
“JUST SCORED US BLINK TICKETS THAT AREN’T EVEN ON SALE YET, BITCHHHHH!!!”
• • • A/N: ok so hi im sorry for not updating in forever. i still need help with links :o idk if i ever got any messages about them last time i mentioned it but im mentioning again because im desperate! it's nearing 1 am and i felt like i needed to update because i felt like a shitty person for not updating. i spologize if this is confsing at all and if it doesn't meet your standards. now that it's spring break, i may be getting more time to update so i should be updating a bit more frequently! so anyone who does end up helping me with links, i lovve you and you get the prize of picking a pair for me to write a oneshot of. you choose details and such if you want. comments are appreciated, blow jobs from Alex Gaskarth for those who do (: xo