Living's Just a Waste of Death
Title: Living's Just a Waste of Death
Author: Alice: 23a_j10
Pairing: Alex/Jack
Rating: PG
Summary: This more like a friendship fic
Disclaimer: I don't own/know All Time Low
(A/N: I wrote this in under an hour, it's probably not the best written drabble ever but I think the emotion comes through nicely)
The front longue of the bus was buzzing with alcohol fuelled antics, the bunks were victims of heated make out sessions, but the back longue was in reserve. Alex wasn’t feeling so good, and everyone knew when Alex wasn’t feeling so good it was in his, and everyone else’s, best interests to leave him well alone. The singer was actually sat on the floor, leaning his back against the sofa in mild comfort, that didn’t matter right now, he was diving deep into his thoughts, his decisions, his life.
“Hey” A timid voice broke his concentration and he was about to tear their greeting to pieces before he looked up to see Jack wearing a saddened expression.
“Hi” Alex answered him dully, only meeting his eyes for a moment before he cast them back to the floor, chest sagging in a heavy sigh of contemplation.
“Can I stay here?” Jack asked warily, preparing himself for a nasty glare or an argument. But Alex just shrugged,
“Sure”
Jack sat down in front of the singer, legs crossed, finger’s busied with pulling at his own shoe laces. He knew what this was about, Jack was pretty sure at least. Alex was afraid he was losing himself, Alex was afraid of losing their sound, their originality, their fans. He was worrying himself sick over the new album release, the feedback so far had back taken harshly by the lyricist. He was spiralling into depression and Jack was anxious about his friend’s happiness, about the skin on his wrists.
Alex leant heavier into the sofa, staring into nowhere, drowning in his self-doubt. Jack’s heart hurt seeing Alex so deflated, the dark circles under his brown eyes, the matted mess of his dyed hair, the look of effort he put into every breathe was like watching someone dying, waiting for them to give up and succumb to lifelessness for eternity. Jack couldn’t, Jack wouldn’t let that happen.
The singer looked up at a small sound from Jack, the guitarist was shedding quiet tears. Alex sat up a little straighter and wiped away the tears making tracks on his friend’s checks.
“Don’t cry” Alex told him with a frown but Jack didn’t answer with words, his tears answered with resounding distress, refusing to stop falling.
“Jack? What’s wrong?”
“I... I just hate to see you like this” Jack barely whispers, gravely serious and Alex takes his hands in his own. Alex knows shutting himself away to left his mind torture him isn’t good for any of them, least of all himself, but seeing Jack break down was too much for him to stomach.
“I’m fine” Alex lied, with a pitiful smile which Jack scoffed at,
“You’re not. You’re not fine and I’m so scared you’re going fall back into that depression that makes me fear for your life. Alex, I know not everyone is going to like this record, we knew that from the start. People are going to like us, love us, hate us, backstab us, but you’re putting your heart into something for the world to see, and that is an outstanding thing for anyone to do. You’re a great writer, a beautiful singer and you deserve every ounce of happiness on this goddamn planet for the rest of your days because even if the world turns against the band, starts a war against you personally, you’ll always have me. And I’ll always be fighting your corner, your biggest fan because I can feel the dedication you’ve portrayed. Just... Please don’t slip away from me, from this. I need my Alex back, this one is always grumpy and doesn’t refuse me snuggles at night” Jack smiled softly with a sheepish look in eyes. Alex gulped back the emotions riding his fragile state and nodded, leaning forwards and kissed the tip of Jack’s nose tenderly.
“I’m still here. I’ll always be here for you” Alex promised squeezing Jack’s hand in his.
“We’ll take it one day at a time, yeah?” Jack asked hopefully
“Yeah” Alex nodded with a slight smile, his back straightening at the idea
“Yeah” Jack nodded in return, breaking the grip of their hands to hold Alex’s face in his. “You’re a walking travesty” He quoted sadly,
“But I’m smiling at everything.”
“Why don’t we go find you some Jager, honey” Jack titled his head to the side, trying his best to smile
“If it keeps you around then I’m down” Alex agreed and let Jack pull him to his feet. Jack sighed and turned to Alex before they left the lounge,
“It never felt right calling this just friends I’m ha-”
“Another time Jack” Alex dismissed him swiftly but grasped his friend’s hand in his tightly, ready to forget about everything.
“I’m happy, if you’re happy with yourself” Jack concluded before they left their haven. But Alex wasn’t happy with himself, and Jack wouldn’t show it but he was just as beaten down as the travesty of a frontman because of it. Arrogant boy cause a scene like you’re supposed to, they’ll fall asleep without, you’re lucky if your memory remains.
Author: Alice: 23a_j10
Pairing: Alex/Jack
Rating: PG
Summary: This more like a friendship fic
Disclaimer: I don't own/know All Time Low
(A/N: I wrote this in under an hour, it's probably not the best written drabble ever but I think the emotion comes through nicely)
The front longue of the bus was buzzing with alcohol fuelled antics, the bunks were victims of heated make out sessions, but the back longue was in reserve. Alex wasn’t feeling so good, and everyone knew when Alex wasn’t feeling so good it was in his, and everyone else’s, best interests to leave him well alone. The singer was actually sat on the floor, leaning his back against the sofa in mild comfort, that didn’t matter right now, he was diving deep into his thoughts, his decisions, his life.
“Hey” A timid voice broke his concentration and he was about to tear their greeting to pieces before he looked up to see Jack wearing a saddened expression.
“Hi” Alex answered him dully, only meeting his eyes for a moment before he cast them back to the floor, chest sagging in a heavy sigh of contemplation.
“Can I stay here?” Jack asked warily, preparing himself for a nasty glare or an argument. But Alex just shrugged,
“Sure”
Jack sat down in front of the singer, legs crossed, finger’s busied with pulling at his own shoe laces. He knew what this was about, Jack was pretty sure at least. Alex was afraid he was losing himself, Alex was afraid of losing their sound, their originality, their fans. He was worrying himself sick over the new album release, the feedback so far had back taken harshly by the lyricist. He was spiralling into depression and Jack was anxious about his friend’s happiness, about the skin on his wrists.
Alex leant heavier into the sofa, staring into nowhere, drowning in his self-doubt. Jack’s heart hurt seeing Alex so deflated, the dark circles under his brown eyes, the matted mess of his dyed hair, the look of effort he put into every breathe was like watching someone dying, waiting for them to give up and succumb to lifelessness for eternity. Jack couldn’t, Jack wouldn’t let that happen.
The singer looked up at a small sound from Jack, the guitarist was shedding quiet tears. Alex sat up a little straighter and wiped away the tears making tracks on his friend’s checks.
“Don’t cry” Alex told him with a frown but Jack didn’t answer with words, his tears answered with resounding distress, refusing to stop falling.
“Jack? What’s wrong?”
“I... I just hate to see you like this” Jack barely whispers, gravely serious and Alex takes his hands in his own. Alex knows shutting himself away to left his mind torture him isn’t good for any of them, least of all himself, but seeing Jack break down was too much for him to stomach.
“I’m fine” Alex lied, with a pitiful smile which Jack scoffed at,
“You’re not. You’re not fine and I’m so scared you’re going fall back into that depression that makes me fear for your life. Alex, I know not everyone is going to like this record, we knew that from the start. People are going to like us, love us, hate us, backstab us, but you’re putting your heart into something for the world to see, and that is an outstanding thing for anyone to do. You’re a great writer, a beautiful singer and you deserve every ounce of happiness on this goddamn planet for the rest of your days because even if the world turns against the band, starts a war against you personally, you’ll always have me. And I’ll always be fighting your corner, your biggest fan because I can feel the dedication you’ve portrayed. Just... Please don’t slip away from me, from this. I need my Alex back, this one is always grumpy and doesn’t refuse me snuggles at night” Jack smiled softly with a sheepish look in eyes. Alex gulped back the emotions riding his fragile state and nodded, leaning forwards and kissed the tip of Jack’s nose tenderly.
“I’m still here. I’ll always be here for you” Alex promised squeezing Jack’s hand in his.
“We’ll take it one day at a time, yeah?” Jack asked hopefully
“Yeah” Alex nodded with a slight smile, his back straightening at the idea
“Yeah” Jack nodded in return, breaking the grip of their hands to hold Alex’s face in his. “You’re a walking travesty” He quoted sadly,
“But I’m smiling at everything.”
“Why don’t we go find you some Jager, honey” Jack titled his head to the side, trying his best to smile
“If it keeps you around then I’m down” Alex agreed and let Jack pull him to his feet. Jack sighed and turned to Alex before they left the lounge,
“It never felt right calling this just friends I’m ha-”
“Another time Jack” Alex dismissed him swiftly but grasped his friend’s hand in his tightly, ready to forget about everything.
“I’m happy, if you’re happy with yourself” Jack concluded before they left their haven. But Alex wasn’t happy with himself, and Jack wouldn’t show it but he was just as beaten down as the travesty of a frontman because of it. Arrogant boy cause a scene like you’re supposed to, they’ll fall asleep without, you’re lucky if your memory remains.