Fireworks. [Chapter Seven]
Title: Fireworks
Rating: PG - 13
Pairing: Alex and Jack, if the kids don't believe, make them believe.
POV: Third, focused on Alex
Summary: So it's true what they say, if you love someone, you should set them free.
Disclaimer: Totally fictional, soz.
Credit: Title to YouMeAtSix
A/N: Ugh, I'm so sorry, this probably makes little to no sense whatsoever. My weekend's been pretty hectic, so I haven't been able to focus properly. I know it's not an excuse, but I hope you understand <3
Masterpost.
Alex hadn’t spoke to Josh since the incident, he didn’t believe the pathetic male to be worth his breath, not anymore. For the past four days, every time Josh attempted a conversation, Alex would turn his back to him, ignoring every single word. Obviously, Josh disapproved, he began to be suspicious of Alex’s behaviour, and to make matters worse, Jack was nearly always by his side.
Alex had first tried to shove him away like he’d done previously, he didn’t want Josh jumping to the wrong conclusions, but in all honesty, he was bound to do that anyway. Eventually, Alex accepted Jack in his life.
He appeared to be an even better substitute for Josh, because Alex had now made it quite clear he didn’t want to have anything to do with the stupid mother fucker.
Sure, Jack was an annoying little fuck, Alex wouldn’t be one to deny that accusation, but the younger boy didn’t deserve a beating, for god’s sake, especially not over something like his sexuality. Alex was strong to his opinion that gender should not matter, but it didn’t stop him from acting a little awkward around the camp male, though.
However, guilt still pumped throughout Alex’s body every time he glanced at the boy. Though Jack’s lip looked perfectly normal now, the bruising on his cheek had almost disappeared, and the male didn’t have to wince every time he bent over, Alex knew he felt pain on the inside.
He pretended not to notice the sad smiles as Jack’s heartbeat raced in his chest every time he looked at Alex. He tried to avoid catching eye contact, he hated finding Jack lost, searching for his non-existent, denied emotions.
It was obvious that Jack was beginning to like him, in that deeper way.
And it was all Alex’s fault.
If Alex never helped the boy on his first day, he’d have never started an on-off friendship with him.
If Alex never started and on-off friendship with him, he’d have never accepted the invite over to Jack’s house.
If Alex never accepted the invite over to Jack’s house, he’d never have cried on the boy’s shoulder.
If Alex never cried on the boy’s shoulder, he’d never have said those nine stupid, misleading words.
“I think you’re more than just a friend, Jack.”
Sure, it was partly Jack’s fault for taking it the wrong way, but Alex shouldn’t have ever said it.
‘Being upset’ was not a good enough excuse anymore.
- - - -
As Alex lie on his bed, eight thirty in the morning, face down in his pillow, he screamed.
Confusion was slowly beginning to kill him, so he believed.
The English boy was a typical, ‘everything happens for a reason’, person. It wasn’t a coincidence that Jack walked into his life, it was something that was simply supposed to happen, Alex was perfectly capable of understanding that. Fate perhaps wanted them to find each other, but the thing that Alex just couldn’t get his head around, was why?
Patience seemed to be the only option he had left. Waiting to find out, because he knew eventually it would all become clear, and he’d look back on days like this thinking to himself, “How could I have been so oblivious?!” but right now, he was far from patient.
“God damnit Jack, I’ve been mindfucked ever since you got your American arse here.”
- - - -
Rolling over onto his stomach, Alex’s eyes flickered to the bedside alarm clock.
Eight forty, he should be leaving for school now.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he swished his fringe, only for it to fall back into place again. He sighed, his stomach making those strange noises and beginning to twist and turn again. That always happened when he stressed over Jack.
He felt ill, so that was a good enough excuse to skip his lessons for the day. Who cares if it was Friday and he only had two lessons, a day off was a day off, and he wasn’t in the mood for AS History and Sociology.
It wasn’t as if he legally had to be there, either.
Sinking back into his mattress, he tugged his duvet up to his chin, wrapping it around his almost naked body to keep him warm. He closed his eyes, maybe falling asleep again would be better than lying restless, thinking about things that Alex knew he simply couldn’t answer.
However, the sound of the doorbell distracted him entirely.
- - - -
“Jeez, calm it! I’m coming.” Alex growled as he trudged down the stairs, his face showing a scowl. Whoever was at the door was taking the fucking piss, the bell had been pressed on repeat, the ringing sound was beginning to drive Alex mental. “I swear to God if you don’t take your finger off that fucking bell, I’m going to shove it up your fucking ar-“
Alex opened the door mid-sentence, pausing as the cheesy smirk of Jack gazed down at him.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“I hate you.”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
Alex stepped aside; glad to shut the door behind Jack. It was September, but the morning air was freezing, and dressed in a pair of boxers wasn’t the most sensible attire.
“Why are you here?” Alex walked into the kitchen, Jack following behind him. The boy had never been in his house before, only ever walked past it when they walked home together. Jack looked like a child in a sweet shop, amused by all the little trinkets, his eyes were glinting with joy.
“I was running late, and I didn’t want to walk into school on my own.” Jack admitted, “I knew you’d still be here, anyway, you’re always late.” He shrugged, taking a seat at the kitchen table, his eyes fixed on Alex’s bare torso.
“Eyes to yourself,” Alex murmured, Jack’s cheeks flushing scarlet as he glanced away. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as Alex expected though, maybe even a little part of him was thrilled that Jack found his body to be attractive. It had been awhile since somebody had appreciated his appearance. “I’m not always fucking late, so shut up.” He whined, flicking the switch of the kettle. “Anyway, I feel sick, so I’m not going in today.” He sighed; his tummy was still playing tricks on him.
“N’aw, bless,” Jack cooed, standing to his feet to wrap his arms around Alex’s body. He held the boy against his chest, Alex’s fingers gripping into the cotton t-shirt. He breathed in Jack’s scent; the boy’s aftershave was beautiful.
He felt better already, and he wanted to kick himself.
Wriggling from Jack’s grip, he didn’t want to get too comfortable. He coughed, focusing his attention on the cup of tea he was pouring from the kettle. “D’you want one?” He huffed, Jack muttering an annoyed, “Sure.” He didn’t like Alex’s changing personalities. He knew too well Alex felt safe in his arms; he wished the boy wasn’t in denial.
Alex handed a mug to Jack who leant against the sideboard, “So...” Alex could see Jack wasn’t impressed, but neither was himself. He wanted to be able to hug Jack without thinking back to Jack’s accusations of him being gay. That was something that had been tearing him apart, too. He couldn’t be gay, surely not.
But why did Jack make him feel so fucking good?
“I should probably go, actually,” Jack sighed, placing the untouched mug of tea by the sink.
Alex started to nod, he knew it was the best idea, but to be honest, he didn’t want to spend the day alone, either.
“Wait...” It was his turn to wrap himself around the boy. “Don’t go, please,” He sighed, glad that both parents were out of the house. “You make me feel better, I s’pose.”
Jack smirked, loosening his grip around the male so he was able to look down on him. Alex’s lips looked kissable, but he was well aware that this time wasn’t the right time.
“I’ve never skipped school before.” He was smiling like an idiot, Alex knew what he was going to do already.
“There’s a first for everything.” Alex nuzzled his head into Jack’s neck, “We need to talk, anyway.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, his thumb gently rubbing Alex’s warm back, “About what?”
Alex looked toward the kitchen tiles, “I think you have answers to questions I need to ask.”
Jack was Alex’s last hope at getting his head sorted, and if this failed, then patience it was.
He wasn’t too sure how he’d word himself.
“Why is it I act myself, only around you?”
“Why do I feel as though I can trust you?”
“Why do you make me feel woozy when I look at you?”
"Why are you the only thing that ever crosses my mind?"
In the back of his mind, the answers were crystal clear, but they were pushed so far back he could barely understand them. He didn’t want to understand them, he wanted Jack to prove them to wrong.
Rating: PG - 13
Pairing: Alex and Jack, if the kids don't believe, make them believe.
POV: Third, focused on Alex
Summary: So it's true what they say, if you love someone, you should set them free.
Disclaimer: Totally fictional, soz.
Credit: Title to YouMeAtSix
A/N: Ugh, I'm so sorry, this probably makes little to no sense whatsoever. My weekend's been pretty hectic, so I haven't been able to focus properly. I know it's not an excuse, but I hope you understand <3
Masterpost.
Alex hadn’t spoke to Josh since the incident, he didn’t believe the pathetic male to be worth his breath, not anymore. For the past four days, every time Josh attempted a conversation, Alex would turn his back to him, ignoring every single word. Obviously, Josh disapproved, he began to be suspicious of Alex’s behaviour, and to make matters worse, Jack was nearly always by his side.
Alex had first tried to shove him away like he’d done previously, he didn’t want Josh jumping to the wrong conclusions, but in all honesty, he was bound to do that anyway. Eventually, Alex accepted Jack in his life.
He appeared to be an even better substitute for Josh, because Alex had now made it quite clear he didn’t want to have anything to do with the stupid mother fucker.
Sure, Jack was an annoying little fuck, Alex wouldn’t be one to deny that accusation, but the younger boy didn’t deserve a beating, for god’s sake, especially not over something like his sexuality. Alex was strong to his opinion that gender should not matter, but it didn’t stop him from acting a little awkward around the camp male, though.
However, guilt still pumped throughout Alex’s body every time he glanced at the boy. Though Jack’s lip looked perfectly normal now, the bruising on his cheek had almost disappeared, and the male didn’t have to wince every time he bent over, Alex knew he felt pain on the inside.
He pretended not to notice the sad smiles as Jack’s heartbeat raced in his chest every time he looked at Alex. He tried to avoid catching eye contact, he hated finding Jack lost, searching for his non-existent, denied emotions.
It was obvious that Jack was beginning to like him, in that deeper way.
And it was all Alex’s fault.
If Alex never helped the boy on his first day, he’d have never started an on-off friendship with him.
If Alex never started and on-off friendship with him, he’d have never accepted the invite over to Jack’s house.
If Alex never accepted the invite over to Jack’s house, he’d never have cried on the boy’s shoulder.
If Alex never cried on the boy’s shoulder, he’d never have said those nine stupid, misleading words.
“I think you’re more than just a friend, Jack.”
Sure, it was partly Jack’s fault for taking it the wrong way, but Alex shouldn’t have ever said it.
‘Being upset’ was not a good enough excuse anymore.
- - - -
As Alex lie on his bed, eight thirty in the morning, face down in his pillow, he screamed.
Confusion was slowly beginning to kill him, so he believed.
The English boy was a typical, ‘everything happens for a reason’, person. It wasn’t a coincidence that Jack walked into his life, it was something that was simply supposed to happen, Alex was perfectly capable of understanding that. Fate perhaps wanted them to find each other, but the thing that Alex just couldn’t get his head around, was why?
Patience seemed to be the only option he had left. Waiting to find out, because he knew eventually it would all become clear, and he’d look back on days like this thinking to himself, “How could I have been so oblivious?!” but right now, he was far from patient.
“God damnit Jack, I’ve been mindfucked ever since you got your American arse here.”
- - - -
Rolling over onto his stomach, Alex’s eyes flickered to the bedside alarm clock.
Eight forty, he should be leaving for school now.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he swished his fringe, only for it to fall back into place again. He sighed, his stomach making those strange noises and beginning to twist and turn again. That always happened when he stressed over Jack.
He felt ill, so that was a good enough excuse to skip his lessons for the day. Who cares if it was Friday and he only had two lessons, a day off was a day off, and he wasn’t in the mood for AS History and Sociology.
It wasn’t as if he legally had to be there, either.
Sinking back into his mattress, he tugged his duvet up to his chin, wrapping it around his almost naked body to keep him warm. He closed his eyes, maybe falling asleep again would be better than lying restless, thinking about things that Alex knew he simply couldn’t answer.
However, the sound of the doorbell distracted him entirely.
- - - -
“Jeez, calm it! I’m coming.” Alex growled as he trudged down the stairs, his face showing a scowl. Whoever was at the door was taking the fucking piss, the bell had been pressed on repeat, the ringing sound was beginning to drive Alex mental. “I swear to God if you don’t take your finger off that fucking bell, I’m going to shove it up your fucking ar-“
Alex opened the door mid-sentence, pausing as the cheesy smirk of Jack gazed down at him.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“I hate you.”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
Alex stepped aside; glad to shut the door behind Jack. It was September, but the morning air was freezing, and dressed in a pair of boxers wasn’t the most sensible attire.
“Why are you here?” Alex walked into the kitchen, Jack following behind him. The boy had never been in his house before, only ever walked past it when they walked home together. Jack looked like a child in a sweet shop, amused by all the little trinkets, his eyes were glinting with joy.
“I was running late, and I didn’t want to walk into school on my own.” Jack admitted, “I knew you’d still be here, anyway, you’re always late.” He shrugged, taking a seat at the kitchen table, his eyes fixed on Alex’s bare torso.
“Eyes to yourself,” Alex murmured, Jack’s cheeks flushing scarlet as he glanced away. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as Alex expected though, maybe even a little part of him was thrilled that Jack found his body to be attractive. It had been awhile since somebody had appreciated his appearance. “I’m not always fucking late, so shut up.” He whined, flicking the switch of the kettle. “Anyway, I feel sick, so I’m not going in today.” He sighed; his tummy was still playing tricks on him.
“N’aw, bless,” Jack cooed, standing to his feet to wrap his arms around Alex’s body. He held the boy against his chest, Alex’s fingers gripping into the cotton t-shirt. He breathed in Jack’s scent; the boy’s aftershave was beautiful.
He felt better already, and he wanted to kick himself.
Wriggling from Jack’s grip, he didn’t want to get too comfortable. He coughed, focusing his attention on the cup of tea he was pouring from the kettle. “D’you want one?” He huffed, Jack muttering an annoyed, “Sure.” He didn’t like Alex’s changing personalities. He knew too well Alex felt safe in his arms; he wished the boy wasn’t in denial.
Alex handed a mug to Jack who leant against the sideboard, “So...” Alex could see Jack wasn’t impressed, but neither was himself. He wanted to be able to hug Jack without thinking back to Jack’s accusations of him being gay. That was something that had been tearing him apart, too. He couldn’t be gay, surely not.
But why did Jack make him feel so fucking good?
“I should probably go, actually,” Jack sighed, placing the untouched mug of tea by the sink.
Alex started to nod, he knew it was the best idea, but to be honest, he didn’t want to spend the day alone, either.
“Wait...” It was his turn to wrap himself around the boy. “Don’t go, please,” He sighed, glad that both parents were out of the house. “You make me feel better, I s’pose.”
Jack smirked, loosening his grip around the male so he was able to look down on him. Alex’s lips looked kissable, but he was well aware that this time wasn’t the right time.
“I’ve never skipped school before.” He was smiling like an idiot, Alex knew what he was going to do already.
“There’s a first for everything.” Alex nuzzled his head into Jack’s neck, “We need to talk, anyway.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, his thumb gently rubbing Alex’s warm back, “About what?”
Alex looked toward the kitchen tiles, “I think you have answers to questions I need to ask.”
Jack was Alex’s last hope at getting his head sorted, and if this failed, then patience it was.
He wasn’t too sure how he’d word himself.
“Why is it I act myself, only around you?”
“Why do I feel as though I can trust you?”
“Why do you make me feel woozy when I look at you?”
"Why are you the only thing that ever crosses my mind?"
In the back of his mind, the answers were crystal clear, but they were pushed so far back he could barely understand them. He didn’t want to understand them, he wanted Jack to prove them to wrong.