Welcome Home [6 part2/?]
Title: Welcome Home [6 part2/?]
Author: veebeeseesyou
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Jalex, durrrrr
Summary: Alex is on his way home from a trip. Jack waits impatiently.
Disclaimer: THIS IS LIES. LIES AND SLANDER. The people are real though, obvs.
Dedication: socornball because I love her writing <3
A/N: Sorry it’s so short. I didn’t really know how to make this part last longer. (tws/hs) - Also, sorry for all the one-line paragraphs. It’s sort of how I wanted his train of thought to run this chapter. He’s hungover and sluggish, you can’t think much that way. Also, it makes it more intense. Read A/N 2 & 3 after the story if you're confused at all.<3
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Jack's POV
My head was throbbing. That’s all I knew. I didn’t know what time it was, where I was, how the hell I got here, or what the fuck happened last night. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow beneath my head. I was in a bed. Cool. Making progress. I opened one eye and scanned the area around me.
I was in Rian’s room.
Why the FUCK was I in Rian’s room?
I sat up, leaning my weight on my elbows and looked around his room. I spotted my clothes form last night strewn haphazardly across the floor and looked down at my body. I was wearing nothing but boxers. …and they weren’t even my boxers. What the hell did I do last night?
And then I remembered.
The events of last night came flooding back to me, making my head pound harder.
I remembered arriving at the party. I remembered having a panic attack. Recovering. I remembered seeing Alex -my Alex - shoving his tongue down some slut’s throat. I remembered finding some drink. Getting smashed. I remembered the hands. Ending up here. In the dark. With some random boy. I remembered… FUCK.
I'd had sex.
And I had no idea who with.
I stumbled groggily out of Rian's bed, tripping as my feet tangled in his bedsheets. I caught myself on his dresser and cursed the world. After a few moments of steadying myself, I quickly pulled on my clothes before exiting.
I opened the door and almost fell over someone passed out in front of me. I grumbled a sarcastic "Nice" before making my way to the kitchen. As I entered, I saw Rian standing by the stove humming and cooking something.
"What smells so good?" I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hand and yawning. Rian turned around to see me and smiled.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He snorted, obviously referring to my muddled appearance. Zack chuckled from his seat at the table as I tried to pat down my messy hair with no avail. I mumbled a lazy hello and joined Zack at the table. He seemed way too chipper for... What time was it? I leaned back in my chair to look at the clock on the microwave. 9:23am. Yea. Too chipper for 9:23. No one should be alive this early. That's probably why they do executions at 6am. No one wants to live at 6am. They day should start at noon.
"How did you sleep?" Zack asked, his eyes twinkling in the morning sunlight. I groaned and dropped my head onto the table with a loud thunk. He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, his golden curls bouncing right back into place. "That good huh?"
"So good that I had to sleep on the couch." Rian stated, his tone more playful than annoyed. He placed a few plates of pancakes in front of me and Zack. I lifted my head and gave him a confused look. "You were taking up my entire bed when I finally wanted to crash." He continued. "Sprawled out like a starfish. I ended up just sleeping on my futon."
"Yea... Sorry about that bro." I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. He patted me on the back and shrugged.
"It's no big deal, really." He walked over to the fridge, returning with a carton of milk and three cups. "By the way, Jack. Yours are chocolate ship." He grinned as he poured some milk into each glass. My eyes lit up and I squealed, grabbing my silverware and attacking my pancakes eagerly. I let out a delighted sigh as I stuffed my face. They tasted like heaven. Fluffly, chocolately, buttery heaven.
"So good!" I cried happily around a mouthful of food.
"Poor things..." Zack shook his head sadly.
"Never even stood a chance." Rian laughed and joined us at the table, his own plate in hand. He raised his cup of milk and smiled at us.
"To partying like we're still in high school." He raised our glasses with him.
"And to hangovers like we still are too." I added jokingly. They laughed and we brought our glasses together with a clink.
"Cheers to that." Zack finished and we all chugged the contents of our glasses before setting to devouring the rest of the pancakes. After a few minutes, my gaze fell on the fourth chair at the table. It was empty.
"Where's Alex?" I asked, furrowing my brow and frowning. How could I not have noticed his absence earlier?
"Dunno." Rian shrugged, chasing a mouthful of pancake with some more milk. "He was leaving when I woke up. He looked a mess." I scrunched up my face and put my hand into the pocket of my jeans, feeling around for my phone. I pulled it out and slid my finger across the unlock button. I tapped the mail icon and waited for it to load.
2 New Messages.
Fuck. I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair, getting stuck on a few knots here and there. I closed my eyes and sighed, slouching down in my chair before returning my attention to my phone.
2 New Messages.
1 from Unknown.
1 from Alex.
I read Unknown's first, fearing anything Alex had to say to me right now.
"Thanks for last night. Glad I met you. x"
Fuck.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.
What the fuck had I done? How is it physically possible to be this stupid?
I read Alex's next. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes started to sting. I brought my hand up to my mouth as I gasped. "Oh my Hoppus..." This drew Zack and Rian's attention. The looked at me, confusion painted in their expressions.
Oh Delonge... What have I done?
This was it. This one moment.
This was what I've been waiting for since I was sixteen.
Since the day we first met.
Since our eyes first made contact.
And I've fucked it up before it even happened.
I read the text again to make sure.
But there's no way I misread that.
One word.
One fucking word.
One word to change my entire world.
"Yes."
A/N p2: Like the image? It took and hour, so you better like it. xD
Also... is that unknown text from the Faceless Fuck? ...or was it Deanna?
Hahaha I'm such a bitch. xD
A/N p3: Apparently it wasn't clear what "Yes" meant. Well, back in chapter 5 part 1, Jack is talking a bit about how Alex has never given him an answer whenever he asked him out, and if he just said "Yes", then everything would be okay and Alex would be his.
Author: veebeeseesyou
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Jalex, durrrrr
Summary: Alex is on his way home from a trip. Jack waits impatiently.
Disclaimer: THIS IS LIES. LIES AND SLANDER. The people are real though, obvs.
Dedication: socornball because I love her writing <3
A/N: Sorry it’s so short. I didn’t really know how to make this part last longer. (tws/hs) - Also, sorry for all the one-line paragraphs. It’s sort of how I wanted his train of thought to run this chapter. He’s hungover and sluggish, you can’t think much that way. Also, it makes it more intense. Read A/N 2 & 3 after the story if you're confused at all.<3
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Jack's POV
My head was throbbing. That’s all I knew. I didn’t know what time it was, where I was, how the hell I got here, or what the fuck happened last night. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow beneath my head. I was in a bed. Cool. Making progress. I opened one eye and scanned the area around me.
I was in Rian’s room.
Why the FUCK was I in Rian’s room?
I sat up, leaning my weight on my elbows and looked around his room. I spotted my clothes form last night strewn haphazardly across the floor and looked down at my body. I was wearing nothing but boxers. …and they weren’t even my boxers. What the hell did I do last night?
And then I remembered.
The events of last night came flooding back to me, making my head pound harder.
I remembered arriving at the party. I remembered having a panic attack. Recovering. I remembered seeing Alex -my Alex - shoving his tongue down some slut’s throat. I remembered finding some drink. Getting smashed. I remembered the hands. Ending up here. In the dark. With some random boy. I remembered… FUCK.
I'd had sex.
And I had no idea who with.
I stumbled groggily out of Rian's bed, tripping as my feet tangled in his bedsheets. I caught myself on his dresser and cursed the world. After a few moments of steadying myself, I quickly pulled on my clothes before exiting.
I opened the door and almost fell over someone passed out in front of me. I grumbled a sarcastic "Nice" before making my way to the kitchen. As I entered, I saw Rian standing by the stove humming and cooking something.
"What smells so good?" I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hand and yawning. Rian turned around to see me and smiled.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He snorted, obviously referring to my muddled appearance. Zack chuckled from his seat at the table as I tried to pat down my messy hair with no avail. I mumbled a lazy hello and joined Zack at the table. He seemed way too chipper for... What time was it? I leaned back in my chair to look at the clock on the microwave. 9:23am. Yea. Too chipper for 9:23. No one should be alive this early. That's probably why they do executions at 6am. No one wants to live at 6am. They day should start at noon.
"How did you sleep?" Zack asked, his eyes twinkling in the morning sunlight. I groaned and dropped my head onto the table with a loud thunk. He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, his golden curls bouncing right back into place. "That good huh?"
"So good that I had to sleep on the couch." Rian stated, his tone more playful than annoyed. He placed a few plates of pancakes in front of me and Zack. I lifted my head and gave him a confused look. "You were taking up my entire bed when I finally wanted to crash." He continued. "Sprawled out like a starfish. I ended up just sleeping on my futon."
"Yea... Sorry about that bro." I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. He patted me on the back and shrugged.
"It's no big deal, really." He walked over to the fridge, returning with a carton of milk and three cups. "By the way, Jack. Yours are chocolate ship." He grinned as he poured some milk into each glass. My eyes lit up and I squealed, grabbing my silverware and attacking my pancakes eagerly. I let out a delighted sigh as I stuffed my face. They tasted like heaven. Fluffly, chocolately, buttery heaven.
"So good!" I cried happily around a mouthful of food.
"Poor things..." Zack shook his head sadly.
"Never even stood a chance." Rian laughed and joined us at the table, his own plate in hand. He raised his cup of milk and smiled at us.
"To partying like we're still in high school." He raised our glasses with him.
"And to hangovers like we still are too." I added jokingly. They laughed and we brought our glasses together with a clink.
"Cheers to that." Zack finished and we all chugged the contents of our glasses before setting to devouring the rest of the pancakes. After a few minutes, my gaze fell on the fourth chair at the table. It was empty.
"Where's Alex?" I asked, furrowing my brow and frowning. How could I not have noticed his absence earlier?
"Dunno." Rian shrugged, chasing a mouthful of pancake with some more milk. "He was leaving when I woke up. He looked a mess." I scrunched up my face and put my hand into the pocket of my jeans, feeling around for my phone. I pulled it out and slid my finger across the unlock button. I tapped the mail icon and waited for it to load.
2 New Messages.
Fuck. I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair, getting stuck on a few knots here and there. I closed my eyes and sighed, slouching down in my chair before returning my attention to my phone.
2 New Messages.
1 from Unknown.
1 from Alex.
I read Unknown's first, fearing anything Alex had to say to me right now.
"Thanks for last night. Glad I met you. x"
Fuck.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.
What the fuck had I done? How is it physically possible to be this stupid?
I read Alex's next. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes started to sting. I brought my hand up to my mouth as I gasped. "Oh my Hoppus..." This drew Zack and Rian's attention. The looked at me, confusion painted in their expressions.
Oh Delonge... What have I done?
This was it. This one moment.
This was what I've been waiting for since I was sixteen.
Since the day we first met.
Since our eyes first made contact.
And I've fucked it up before it even happened.
I read the text again to make sure.
But there's no way I misread that.
One word.
One fucking word.
One word to change my entire world.
"Yes."
A/N p2: Like the image? It took and hour, so you better like it. xD
Also... is that unknown text from the Faceless Fuck? ...or was it Deanna?
Hahaha I'm such a bitch. xD
A/N p3: Apparently it wasn't clear what "Yes" meant. Well, back in chapter 5 part 1, Jack is talking a bit about how Alex has never given him an answer whenever he asked him out, and if he just said "Yes", then everything would be okay and Alex would be his.