All Pretty and Petite (Seventeen)
Title: All Pretty And Petite
Authors:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jack
Summary: “Sometimes I just, I wish I was a girl, one just his type. Then we’d be perfect together, you know?”
Disclaimer: We don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/36869.html
"Hey, Aly," I said, laying my head back on the pillow and watching her fix her hair.
"Yeah?" she asked, pulling it back in a messy bun before climbing onto the bed again with me.
"I, um," I started, biting my lip. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come to my house for dinner tonight? My mom wants to meet you."
Her eyes widened slightly, and I frowned.
"If you're not comfortable with the idea yet, you don't have to come. My mom just suggested it yesterday..."
"No, I'll come over," she said. "I just don't want her to not like me."
"She'll love you," I told her, watching her sit down on the foot of the bed. "Because I adore you."
I saw her smile and I grinned, reaching my arms out for her. She crawled towards me, laying down in my arms and sighing.
"Well, your sister likes me. Hopefully that's a good precedent to your mom liking me."
"I'm telling you, I already know she's gonna like you," I told her, kissing her forehead.
"Okay," she said, running her hand over my chest.
***
"Are you almost ready, baby?" I asked, watching Aly wrap another strand of hair around the curling iron. I set a glass of juice on the dresser in front of her, kissing her ear.
"Ah, be careful. You're gonna burn yourself," she told me, leaning away from me and hissing. "Ow, motherfucker."
"More like you're gonna burn yourself," I said, snickering as she unraveled the hair from the hot iron. I kissed the angry red mark on her neck, rubbing the small of her back.
"That was your fault," she said, pouting. She set the curling iron down, spraying the strand of hair before pushing it behind her. "Oh fuck! That left a huge mark!"
"I'm sorry," I said, kissing it again. She pushed me away, frowning.
"Damn it. And I have to go meet your mom tonight. She's probably gonna think it's a hickey and then she's gonna think I'm a whore. Such a good first impression," she sighed, picking the iron back up.
"It doesn't even look like a hickey," I told her. "This," I started, moving the fabric of her shirt down her shoulder, exposing the top of her breast, "looks like a hickey."
"Because it is a hickey," she said, pushing my hand away. "And that is also the reason I'm going to have to wear a t-shirt tonight."
I laughed, playing with the loose curls that settled onto her back.
"She can't think you're a whore," I told Aly. "We've never even had sex."
"I know! That's why I really don't want her to think I'm one!" she said, pushing me away to wrap the curling around another part.
"I'm gonna take a shower. And since I don't have any clean clothes to change into, I'm gonna borrow a pair of Alex's," I said, walking over to the closet.
"Help yourself, bro. I don't care," she said, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Thanks, babe," I said. "Glad I have your approval."
I shook off the fact that she called me "bro", unsure of how to take that. It was a little unusual. I opened up Alex's closet, taking a dark gray v-neck out. I grabbed a pair of his dark skinny jeans, setting them over my arm. I stepped back, looking around the closet and frowning. It didn't even seem emptier than it usually was. It was like he disappeared without taking anything with him.
"You okay, Jack?" Aly asked, and I looked over, eyes falling onto Alex's. I blinked rapidly, looking at them again and realizing it was Aly. She gave me a confused look. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I-um, nothing," I mumbled, shaking my head.
"Are you sure? You look upset?" she asked, setting down the curling iron and stepping closer to me.
"I'm fine," I answered, brushing her off. "I'll be right back."
I walked into the bathroom, putting the clothes on the counter. I turned the water on, stripping off my t-shirt and my boxers and leaving them on the floor. I climbed into the shower, stepping under the spray and sighing.
What the fuck was that? I looked at Aly and saw Alex. What was going on with my brain?
You were just thinking about him before you looked at her. That's all.
I sighed, grabbing the shampoo and pouring some in my hands. I rinsed the soap out of my hair, trying to push all of the thoughts out of my head for the time being.
After I was done I stepped out of the shower, drying off and dressing myself. I hung the towel on the back of the door, opening it up and walking out. I walked back in Alex's Aly's room, picking up the blow dryer.
"Are you alright, babe?" Aly asked, unplugging the curling iron.
"Yeah," I answered, giving her a quick smile. She frowned slightly, and I leaned down, kissing her lips gently. "Don't worry, babe."
"Okay," she said, stepping out of the way. I turned on the blow dryer, beginning to dry my hair off.
I looked in the mirror, watching Aly through it. She unbuttoned the button up shirt, adjusting her bra as she picked up a blue sundress. She stepped into it, pulling it up and slipping her arms into the straps. She smoothed the material over her butt, and I smiled. My girlfriend was beautiful.
"Stop watching me, you creep," she said, and I giggled, turning the blow dryer off and setting it down. I plugged her straightener in, turning it on and letting it heat up.
"Maybe if you stopped being so cute we wouldn't have that problem," I told her, and she rolled her eyes.
"You're cute and I don't watch you all the time," she stated, bumping my hip with hers to get me to move over.
"Yes you do," I said, wrapping my arms around her. "I feel your eyes on me all the time."
She sprayed her hair once more with hair spray, and I stuck my tongue out as it got in my mouth. I took my arms away from her waist, beginning to straighten my hair.
"I'm ready," she stated, and I looked down at her. My eyes met her big brown eyes, and I blinked again as I saw my best friend in her again. I shook my head, taking a deep breath. This was getting weird now. "Jack, seriously, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered. I finished straightening my hair, unplugging the straightener and styling it before spraying it. I looked into the mirror at Aly again, my eyes wandering down to hers.
She had light brown eyes, slightly darker than honey. I bit my lip, remembering the last set of eyes I had looked in that had looked like those; Alex's.
****
"Mom," I called out, leading Aly inside the house and shutting the door behind us. "We're here."
"We?" Mom asked, coming into the living room. Her eyes lit up as she saw Aly, and she smiled.
"Yes, we," I answered, squeezing Aly's hand and guiding her to where my mom was standing. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Aly. Aly, this is my beautiful mother."
"It's nice to meet you," Aly told her, extending her hand out. My mom smiled, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug.
"Hello, dear," she said, squeezing her. "Oh my, you're even more lovely than Jack described."
Aly blushed, and I grinned.
"Thank you, Mrs. Barakat," she said softy.
"Call me Joyce, sweetheart," Mom told her before letting her go. "Now come, dear. We'll get you something to drink. May and I were just finishing up dinner."
I put my hand on the small of Aly's back, leading her into the kitchen behind my mom. I guided her to one of the chairs on the island, motioning for her to sit down. May looked up at her, smiling.
"Oh, hey, Aly," she said, picking up a spoon and stirring something in a pot.
"Hey," Aly greeted, smiling.
I grinned, setting my hand on Aly's knee as May and I started talking. She turned the heat down, putting the lid back on it.
"I hope you like sloppy joes," Mom told Aly, opening a bag of buns and setting them out on a plate. "Jack loves them, so we have them at least once a week."
Aly giggled, nodding. "I love sloppy joes."
"Aly, are you and Alex related?" May asked, and my eyes widened. I looked over at Aly, who looked shock.
"Uh, n-no," Aly answered, and I frowned at May.
"Oh. I was just wondering. You guys look alike," May said, and Aly shook her head.
"She's never even met Alex," I told May, and she shrugged.
"I didn't mean anything bad by it. Alex is hot," she said, and my eyes widened even further.
"May!" I exclaimed, and I heard Aly giggle. "That's my best friend!"
"So?" she said. "There's no law that says your sister can't find your friends physically attractive."
"There should be," I grumbled, and Aly giggled again, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles.Poor Jack is getting confused ;)
Authors:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jack
Summary: “Sometimes I just, I wish I was a girl, one just his type. Then we’d be perfect together, you know?”
Disclaimer: We don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/36869.html
"Hey, Aly," I said, laying my head back on the pillow and watching her fix her hair.
"Yeah?" she asked, pulling it back in a messy bun before climbing onto the bed again with me.
"I, um," I started, biting my lip. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come to my house for dinner tonight? My mom wants to meet you."
Her eyes widened slightly, and I frowned.
"If you're not comfortable with the idea yet, you don't have to come. My mom just suggested it yesterday..."
"No, I'll come over," she said. "I just don't want her to not like me."
"She'll love you," I told her, watching her sit down on the foot of the bed. "Because I adore you."
I saw her smile and I grinned, reaching my arms out for her. She crawled towards me, laying down in my arms and sighing.
"Well, your sister likes me. Hopefully that's a good precedent to your mom liking me."
"I'm telling you, I already know she's gonna like you," I told her, kissing her forehead.
"Okay," she said, running her hand over my chest.
***
"Are you almost ready, baby?" I asked, watching Aly wrap another strand of hair around the curling iron. I set a glass of juice on the dresser in front of her, kissing her ear.
"Ah, be careful. You're gonna burn yourself," she told me, leaning away from me and hissing. "Ow, motherfucker."
"More like you're gonna burn yourself," I said, snickering as she unraveled the hair from the hot iron. I kissed the angry red mark on her neck, rubbing the small of her back.
"That was your fault," she said, pouting. She set the curling iron down, spraying the strand of hair before pushing it behind her. "Oh fuck! That left a huge mark!"
"I'm sorry," I said, kissing it again. She pushed me away, frowning.
"Damn it. And I have to go meet your mom tonight. She's probably gonna think it's a hickey and then she's gonna think I'm a whore. Such a good first impression," she sighed, picking the iron back up.
"It doesn't even look like a hickey," I told her. "This," I started, moving the fabric of her shirt down her shoulder, exposing the top of her breast, "looks like a hickey."
"Because it is a hickey," she said, pushing my hand away. "And that is also the reason I'm going to have to wear a t-shirt tonight."
I laughed, playing with the loose curls that settled onto her back.
"She can't think you're a whore," I told Aly. "We've never even had sex."
"I know! That's why I really don't want her to think I'm one!" she said, pushing me away to wrap the curling around another part.
"I'm gonna take a shower. And since I don't have any clean clothes to change into, I'm gonna borrow a pair of Alex's," I said, walking over to the closet.
"Help yourself, bro. I don't care," she said, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Thanks, babe," I said. "Glad I have your approval."
I shook off the fact that she called me "bro", unsure of how to take that. It was a little unusual. I opened up Alex's closet, taking a dark gray v-neck out. I grabbed a pair of his dark skinny jeans, setting them over my arm. I stepped back, looking around the closet and frowning. It didn't even seem emptier than it usually was. It was like he disappeared without taking anything with him.
"You okay, Jack?" Aly asked, and I looked over, eyes falling onto Alex's. I blinked rapidly, looking at them again and realizing it was Aly. She gave me a confused look. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I-um, nothing," I mumbled, shaking my head.
"Are you sure? You look upset?" she asked, setting down the curling iron and stepping closer to me.
"I'm fine," I answered, brushing her off. "I'll be right back."
I walked into the bathroom, putting the clothes on the counter. I turned the water on, stripping off my t-shirt and my boxers and leaving them on the floor. I climbed into the shower, stepping under the spray and sighing.
What the fuck was that? I looked at Aly and saw Alex. What was going on with my brain?
You were just thinking about him before you looked at her. That's all.
I sighed, grabbing the shampoo and pouring some in my hands. I rinsed the soap out of my hair, trying to push all of the thoughts out of my head for the time being.
After I was done I stepped out of the shower, drying off and dressing myself. I hung the towel on the back of the door, opening it up and walking out. I walked back in Alex's Aly's room, picking up the blow dryer.
"Are you alright, babe?" Aly asked, unplugging the curling iron.
"Yeah," I answered, giving her a quick smile. She frowned slightly, and I leaned down, kissing her lips gently. "Don't worry, babe."
"Okay," she said, stepping out of the way. I turned on the blow dryer, beginning to dry my hair off.
I looked in the mirror, watching Aly through it. She unbuttoned the button up shirt, adjusting her bra as she picked up a blue sundress. She stepped into it, pulling it up and slipping her arms into the straps. She smoothed the material over her butt, and I smiled. My girlfriend was beautiful.
"Stop watching me, you creep," she said, and I giggled, turning the blow dryer off and setting it down. I plugged her straightener in, turning it on and letting it heat up.
"Maybe if you stopped being so cute we wouldn't have that problem," I told her, and she rolled her eyes.
"You're cute and I don't watch you all the time," she stated, bumping my hip with hers to get me to move over.
"Yes you do," I said, wrapping my arms around her. "I feel your eyes on me all the time."
She sprayed her hair once more with hair spray, and I stuck my tongue out as it got in my mouth. I took my arms away from her waist, beginning to straighten my hair.
"I'm ready," she stated, and I looked down at her. My eyes met her big brown eyes, and I blinked again as I saw my best friend in her again. I shook my head, taking a deep breath. This was getting weird now. "Jack, seriously, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered. I finished straightening my hair, unplugging the straightener and styling it before spraying it. I looked into the mirror at Aly again, my eyes wandering down to hers.
She had light brown eyes, slightly darker than honey. I bit my lip, remembering the last set of eyes I had looked in that had looked like those; Alex's.
****
"Mom," I called out, leading Aly inside the house and shutting the door behind us. "We're here."
"We?" Mom asked, coming into the living room. Her eyes lit up as she saw Aly, and she smiled.
"Yes, we," I answered, squeezing Aly's hand and guiding her to where my mom was standing. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Aly. Aly, this is my beautiful mother."
"It's nice to meet you," Aly told her, extending her hand out. My mom smiled, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug.
"Hello, dear," she said, squeezing her. "Oh my, you're even more lovely than Jack described."
Aly blushed, and I grinned.
"Thank you, Mrs. Barakat," she said softy.
"Call me Joyce, sweetheart," Mom told her before letting her go. "Now come, dear. We'll get you something to drink. May and I were just finishing up dinner."
I put my hand on the small of Aly's back, leading her into the kitchen behind my mom. I guided her to one of the chairs on the island, motioning for her to sit down. May looked up at her, smiling.
"Oh, hey, Aly," she said, picking up a spoon and stirring something in a pot.
"Hey," Aly greeted, smiling.
I grinned, setting my hand on Aly's knee as May and I started talking. She turned the heat down, putting the lid back on it.
"I hope you like sloppy joes," Mom told Aly, opening a bag of buns and setting them out on a plate. "Jack loves them, so we have them at least once a week."
Aly giggled, nodding. "I love sloppy joes."
"Aly, are you and Alex related?" May asked, and my eyes widened. I looked over at Aly, who looked shock.
"Uh, n-no," Aly answered, and I frowned at May.
"Oh. I was just wondering. You guys look alike," May said, and Aly shook her head.
"She's never even met Alex," I told May, and she shrugged.
"I didn't mean anything bad by it. Alex is hot," she said, and my eyes widened even further.
"May!" I exclaimed, and I heard Aly giggle. "That's my best friend!"
"So?" she said. "There's no law that says your sister can't find your friends physically attractive."
"There should be," I grumbled, and Aly giggled again, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles.Poor Jack is getting confused ;)