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Title: Don't Blink [Intro - Part 1/2]
Author: ohyeahmary
Rating: NC-17 [for cursing and possible sex]
Pairing: Jalex / Merrikat
Summary: The disappearance of Alex Gaskarth
Disclaimer: Alex Gaskarth belongs to Gabe, Forever and ever, Amen. But Jack Barakat and Zack Merrick belong to me. It's the hard truth, But deal with it.
“…newly invested business locations all around the city, Alex, son of southern business owner, Peter Gaskarth, is said to be able to take over the companies once he’s of age. Alex, being 17 and almost legal, has stated that he doesn’t want to have any part in his father’s business because he thinks he won’t be able to keep charge of it. And, before he knows, it could be spiraling out of control.
“It’s a lot to handle,” Alex says. “And I don’t want to ruin this for my father, because he’s becoming very successful. We’ve received a lot of money from this business, and I don’t want to mess anything up.” Zack slams the newspaper down on the table and curses under his breath.
“Jack, get in here!” He yells through the house.
“What do you want now, you fuck?” Jack groans, entering the kitchen without a shirt and a pair of loose pajama bottoms hung at his hips.
“I think I’ve found our guy.” Zack points at the newspaper on the table and Zack leans in to take a glance at the large font on the front page of the paper.
“What about it?” Jack yawns, scanning through the article nonchalantly.
“Did you read it? This is our chance!” Zack declares and stands from the table triumphantly.
“You’re not saying…” Jack eyes the burlier male and Zack nods.
“We’ve found our guy.” Zack states lowly and grins.
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They’d plastered the house walls, laid new flooring, and covered all the windows with thick boards that took at least an hour to finish trimming. Standing back to look at their new masterpiece, Zack smiled brightly and turned to Jack.
“I’ll finish putting the foam on the walls. Go get the van ready.” Zack tells the younger boy and Jack takes a minute, looking at Zack for remorse in their plan, but Zack’s gaze is not faultered.
It was time.
Author: ohyeahmary
Rating: NC-17 [for cursing and possible sex]
Pairing: Jalex / Merrikat
Summary: The disappearance of Alex Gaskarth
Disclaimer: Alex Gaskarth belongs to Gabe, Forever and ever, Amen. But Jack Barakat and Zack Merrick belong to me. It's the hard truth, But deal with it.
“…newly invested business locations all around the city, Alex, son of southern business owner, Peter Gaskarth, is said to be able to take over the companies once he’s of age. Alex, being 17 and almost legal, has stated that he doesn’t want to have any part in his father’s business because he thinks he won’t be able to keep charge of it. And, before he knows, it could be spiraling out of control.
“It’s a lot to handle,” Alex says. “And I don’t want to ruin this for my father, because he’s becoming very successful. We’ve received a lot of money from this business, and I don’t want to mess anything up.” Zack slams the newspaper down on the table and curses under his breath.
“Jack, get in here!” He yells through the house.
“What do you want now, you fuck?” Jack groans, entering the kitchen without a shirt and a pair of loose pajama bottoms hung at his hips.
“I think I’ve found our guy.” Zack points at the newspaper on the table and Zack leans in to take a glance at the large font on the front page of the paper.
“What about it?” Jack yawns, scanning through the article nonchalantly.
“Did you read it? This is our chance!” Zack declares and stands from the table triumphantly.
“You’re not saying…” Jack eyes the burlier male and Zack nods.
“We’ve found our guy.” Zack states lowly and grins.
-
They’d plastered the house walls, laid new flooring, and covered all the windows with thick boards that took at least an hour to finish trimming. Standing back to look at their new masterpiece, Zack smiled brightly and turned to Jack.
“I’ll finish putting the foam on the walls. Go get the van ready.” Zack tells the younger boy and Jack takes a minute, looking at Zack for remorse in their plan, but Zack’s gaze is not faultered.
It was time.