Fireworks. [Chapter Five]
Title: Fireworks
Rating: PG - 13
Pairing: Alex and Jack, if the kids don't believe, make them believe.
POV: Third
Summary: So it's true what they say, if you love someone, you should set them free.
Disclaimer: Totally fictional.
Credit: Title to YouMeAtSix
A/N: Please don't hate on me for this!
Masterpost.
The rest of Saturday had been spent with Alex lying against Jack, whose arm barely left the older boy’s hip.
But Alex didn’t mind, for once.
It was comfortable to settle against Jack’s chest, sinking into his t-shirt, his head perfectly slotting into the gap between the boy’s neck and shoulder. Alex seemed to be perfectly designed for Jack, their bodies fit together in every aspect.
Every touch appeared to give Alex shivers, even the gentle brushing of their arms. To feel their flesh and bones make contact, it was electrifying.
Jack knew exactly why.
Alex didn’t.
- - - -
Sunday had been spent in the same way as Saturday, except without the tears and arguing.
Well, there were a few tears...
Jack, obviously crying because Bambi’s mother died.
For once though, Alex was having fun. He could never ever picture himself with Josh tearing up over a Disney movie, or making popcorn and nearly setting fire to the kitchen, in fact, he couldn’t even picture himself sitting on the same couch as Josh.
Days with his best friend were going out and getting drunk, that was all. Maybe a light of a spliff or two would enhance the “fun” they shared.
They’d never watched a movie together, they’d never eaten together, in fact, they rarely visited each other’s houses.
So, how the fuck were they classed as best friends?
It was merely a label given, it had no true meaning.
Alex had never had a “best friend” before, not a real one.
- - - -
Today wasn’t Saturday though, nor Sunday.
It was Monday.
Alex always hated Monday’s. They were your reminder to the end of your weekend, and the beginning of school.
Alex didn’t want to go to school. In all honesty, he wanted to spend another day with Jack, but he would never admit that.
For once, the boy was on time to his registration in the morning. He was sat down before Mr. O’Loughlin had even entered the room.
“Alex?” The Irish man was certainly puzzled, “Are you feeling alright?” A little joke to make Alex groan and grit his teeth.
“I’m feeling fine. Perfect. Absolutely positively perfect.” He hissed, his fingers tapping at his desk to prevent himself from strangling the stupid man.
Thankfully, an interruption came in the form of Jack waltzing into the classroom, a large smile plastered across his face.
Taking his seat, one side of Alex, the English boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “Why’re you so happy?”
Jack shrugged his shoulders, though his teeth remained on show, “Just a good mood, that’s all.” Half true.
The American couldn’t help but to grin and smirk as the weekend played over his mind. He never imagined he’d have spent it with Alex the way he did. “Anyway, what’s up with you?” Jack noticed how Alex seemed a little tense, the boy just shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Why does something have to be “up”? I’m fine.” There he goes again, bitter as he’ll ever be.
Jack frowned, but he couldn’t be bothered to interrogate the boy, he’d wait until he was ready to talk. “Well if you say so.”
“I do. So there.”
Alex remained quiet throughout the rest of tutor period; even Josh sitting the other side him didn’t manage to get a single word from him. Alex just didn’t know what to say, what to think, he didn’t know fucking anything as per usual.
He wanted to look at Jack, though, see that boy’s smile, and he knew he’d feel okay again.
But that wasn’t how things should be.
Alex should not find another boy attractive.
A male’s smile should not choke him up.
His stomach should not be twisting and strangling itself over some stupid guy.
When Jack’s arms were wrapped around his body, it was simply a friendly hug... right?
Even as his lips brushed his hair affectionately, or his thumb stroked the bare skin of his hip.
Friends.
Alex let Jack comfort him because he was an emotional wreck. That’s what he was forcing himself to believe.
It was just for that one weekend where things had gotten too much to bear, Alex didn’t know what he was doing with himself. He wished that every word that left his mouth had been a lie.
Just another mistake, just another regret.
- - - -
The bell for first lesson rang throughout the classroom; Alex hurried to his feet, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He barged past Jack, trying his hardest to push thoughts of the boy and of the weekend out from his mind.
“Alex! Don’t we have English?” Jack called after the boy, though his words soon silenced as he saw the boy head towards the sixth formers common room. Alex didn’t plan on attending the lesson, then.
“Now what the fuck have I done?”
Jack sighed, his hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets, and he guessed he’d spend the lesson on his own.
- - - -
Josh had heard Jack’s yell, and began to laugh at the desperate boy. He shoved past him in the corridor, their shoulders slamming into one another.
“Watch it!” Jack squeaked, his camp voice causing Josh to laugh even harder.
“Oh shut up, faggot.” They paused in the middle of the hallway, annoyed year tens and elevens having to swerve them on their way into class.
“What did you just call me?”
“You heard.”
Jack guessed that this boy was where Alex had learnt his manners.
“Yeah, I did. I just didn’t think people here were so fucking rude.” Jack commented, his eyes flickering to his converses.
Josh ran a hand through his hair, laughter still escaping his lips, “Oh God, you crack me up.” He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, “Oh my, please stop, you’re killing me!” His sarcasm was beginning to wind Jack up a treat.
Josh looked either way down the corridor, checking for any signs of teachers, thankfully it was clear.
He grabbed the corners of Jack’s shirt, pinning the helpless male up against the wall, “You really are a gay boy, aren’t you?” He muttered, teeth clenched together.
Jack nodded his head shakily, “Y-yeah, I’m not going to be ashamed of my s-sexuality!” Though he was afraid, he had to stand his ground.
He just couldn’t understand why Alex would hang around with a boy like this, I mean, if only Josh knew what happened those past two days...
“I d-don’t understand why you’re being so h-homophobic when your apparent best friend, Alex, is just like me!” He yelled, wriggling beneath Josh’s grip, who only forced his thumbs into Jack’s collarbone harder.
“You fucking what?!” He growled, “Alex isn’t a fucking ponce, he’s straight. What, you trying to turn him or something?” Josh leaned closer to the boy, their noses just millimetres apart. Their eyes found each other’s, and Josh smiled. He loved the look of terror upon the American’s face. “I think I know my best friend better than some fucking new kid.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed, fear wasn’t an option anymore.
“So w-why did Alex tell me that I’m m-more than just a “friend” to him?”
Josh had had enough of the wanker.
His hands released from Jack’s shoulders, though as soon as his arms reached his sides, a fist swung back, before colliding into the boy’s stomach.
“You’re deluded. That’s for being a fucking fag.” Josh growled, his fist still sunk into Jack’s torso.
He pulled it back; Jack didn’t even have time to escape.
Another punch was swung, this time creating contact between Josh’s knuckles and Jack’s jaw.
“That’s for not knowing when to shut the fuck up.”
The boy’s hand rose to his cheek, massaging the spot where he’d been hit.
This gave Josh one more time to raise his knee into Jack’s crotch.
“And that? That’s for good luck.”
Josh walked away, not another word spoken.
The American collapsed to the floor, his pelvis aching, his jaw throbbing, his stomach eating away at itself. He knew he’d said too much, and he knew that Josh was probably going to boast about this beating to Alex.
And what would Alex say?
What could Alex say?
Nothing.
Alex was just hidden behind a mask; Jack doubted the boy would ever fully show his true colours. Though it had been a simple week, Jack knew Alex well enough to know that the boy wouldn’t stand up for him. If anything, he’d join in with Josh’s new game.
Rating: PG - 13
Pairing: Alex and Jack, if the kids don't believe, make them believe.
POV: Third
Summary: So it's true what they say, if you love someone, you should set them free.
Disclaimer: Totally fictional.
Credit: Title to YouMeAtSix
A/N: Please don't hate on me for this!
Masterpost.
The rest of Saturday had been spent with Alex lying against Jack, whose arm barely left the older boy’s hip.
But Alex didn’t mind, for once.
It was comfortable to settle against Jack’s chest, sinking into his t-shirt, his head perfectly slotting into the gap between the boy’s neck and shoulder. Alex seemed to be perfectly designed for Jack, their bodies fit together in every aspect.
Every touch appeared to give Alex shivers, even the gentle brushing of their arms. To feel their flesh and bones make contact, it was electrifying.
Jack knew exactly why.
Alex didn’t.
- - - -
Sunday had been spent in the same way as Saturday, except without the tears and arguing.
Well, there were a few tears...
Jack, obviously crying because Bambi’s mother died.
For once though, Alex was having fun. He could never ever picture himself with Josh tearing up over a Disney movie, or making popcorn and nearly setting fire to the kitchen, in fact, he couldn’t even picture himself sitting on the same couch as Josh.
Days with his best friend were going out and getting drunk, that was all. Maybe a light of a spliff or two would enhance the “fun” they shared.
They’d never watched a movie together, they’d never eaten together, in fact, they rarely visited each other’s houses.
So, how the fuck were they classed as best friends?
It was merely a label given, it had no true meaning.
Alex had never had a “best friend” before, not a real one.
- - - -
Today wasn’t Saturday though, nor Sunday.
It was Monday.
Alex always hated Monday’s. They were your reminder to the end of your weekend, and the beginning of school.
Alex didn’t want to go to school. In all honesty, he wanted to spend another day with Jack, but he would never admit that.
For once, the boy was on time to his registration in the morning. He was sat down before Mr. O’Loughlin had even entered the room.
“Alex?” The Irish man was certainly puzzled, “Are you feeling alright?” A little joke to make Alex groan and grit his teeth.
“I’m feeling fine. Perfect. Absolutely positively perfect.” He hissed, his fingers tapping at his desk to prevent himself from strangling the stupid man.
Thankfully, an interruption came in the form of Jack waltzing into the classroom, a large smile plastered across his face.
Taking his seat, one side of Alex, the English boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “Why’re you so happy?”
Jack shrugged his shoulders, though his teeth remained on show, “Just a good mood, that’s all.” Half true.
The American couldn’t help but to grin and smirk as the weekend played over his mind. He never imagined he’d have spent it with Alex the way he did. “Anyway, what’s up with you?” Jack noticed how Alex seemed a little tense, the boy just shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Why does something have to be “up”? I’m fine.” There he goes again, bitter as he’ll ever be.
Jack frowned, but he couldn’t be bothered to interrogate the boy, he’d wait until he was ready to talk. “Well if you say so.”
“I do. So there.”
Alex remained quiet throughout the rest of tutor period; even Josh sitting the other side him didn’t manage to get a single word from him. Alex just didn’t know what to say, what to think, he didn’t know fucking anything as per usual.
He wanted to look at Jack, though, see that boy’s smile, and he knew he’d feel okay again.
But that wasn’t how things should be.
Alex should not find another boy attractive.
A male’s smile should not choke him up.
His stomach should not be twisting and strangling itself over some stupid guy.
When Jack’s arms were wrapped around his body, it was simply a friendly hug... right?
Even as his lips brushed his hair affectionately, or his thumb stroked the bare skin of his hip.
Friends.
Alex let Jack comfort him because he was an emotional wreck. That’s what he was forcing himself to believe.
It was just for that one weekend where things had gotten too much to bear, Alex didn’t know what he was doing with himself. He wished that every word that left his mouth had been a lie.
Just another mistake, just another regret.
- - - -
The bell for first lesson rang throughout the classroom; Alex hurried to his feet, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He barged past Jack, trying his hardest to push thoughts of the boy and of the weekend out from his mind.
“Alex! Don’t we have English?” Jack called after the boy, though his words soon silenced as he saw the boy head towards the sixth formers common room. Alex didn’t plan on attending the lesson, then.
“Now what the fuck have I done?”
Jack sighed, his hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets, and he guessed he’d spend the lesson on his own.
- - - -
Josh had heard Jack’s yell, and began to laugh at the desperate boy. He shoved past him in the corridor, their shoulders slamming into one another.
“Watch it!” Jack squeaked, his camp voice causing Josh to laugh even harder.
“Oh shut up, faggot.” They paused in the middle of the hallway, annoyed year tens and elevens having to swerve them on their way into class.
“What did you just call me?”
“You heard.”
Jack guessed that this boy was where Alex had learnt his manners.
“Yeah, I did. I just didn’t think people here were so fucking rude.” Jack commented, his eyes flickering to his converses.
Josh ran a hand through his hair, laughter still escaping his lips, “Oh God, you crack me up.” He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, “Oh my, please stop, you’re killing me!” His sarcasm was beginning to wind Jack up a treat.
Josh looked either way down the corridor, checking for any signs of teachers, thankfully it was clear.
He grabbed the corners of Jack’s shirt, pinning the helpless male up against the wall, “You really are a gay boy, aren’t you?” He muttered, teeth clenched together.
Jack nodded his head shakily, “Y-yeah, I’m not going to be ashamed of my s-sexuality!” Though he was afraid, he had to stand his ground.
He just couldn’t understand why Alex would hang around with a boy like this, I mean, if only Josh knew what happened those past two days...
“I d-don’t understand why you’re being so h-homophobic when your apparent best friend, Alex, is just like me!” He yelled, wriggling beneath Josh’s grip, who only forced his thumbs into Jack’s collarbone harder.
“You fucking what?!” He growled, “Alex isn’t a fucking ponce, he’s straight. What, you trying to turn him or something?” Josh leaned closer to the boy, their noses just millimetres apart. Their eyes found each other’s, and Josh smiled. He loved the look of terror upon the American’s face. “I think I know my best friend better than some fucking new kid.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed, fear wasn’t an option anymore.
“So w-why did Alex tell me that I’m m-more than just a “friend” to him?”
Josh had had enough of the wanker.
His hands released from Jack’s shoulders, though as soon as his arms reached his sides, a fist swung back, before colliding into the boy’s stomach.
“You’re deluded. That’s for being a fucking fag.” Josh growled, his fist still sunk into Jack’s torso.
He pulled it back; Jack didn’t even have time to escape.
Another punch was swung, this time creating contact between Josh’s knuckles and Jack’s jaw.
“That’s for not knowing when to shut the fuck up.”
The boy’s hand rose to his cheek, massaging the spot where he’d been hit.
This gave Josh one more time to raise his knee into Jack’s crotch.
“And that? That’s for good luck.”
Josh walked away, not another word spoken.
The American collapsed to the floor, his pelvis aching, his jaw throbbing, his stomach eating away at itself. He knew he’d said too much, and he knew that Josh was probably going to boast about this beating to Alex.
And what would Alex say?
What could Alex say?
Nothing.
Alex was just hidden behind a mask; Jack doubted the boy would ever fully show his true colours. Though it had been a simple week, Jack knew Alex well enough to know that the boy wouldn’t stand up for him. If anything, he’d join in with Josh’s new game.