All Pretty and Petite (Four)
Title: All Pretty And Petite
Authors:
raimzi
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: 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.
I woke up to the smell of martini barf. Of course. You know how they say when you've smelled something so long you get used to it and don't smell it anymore? That's not the case right now.
Groaning, I rolled to my side, grabbing my phone from the bedside table.
One missed call.
Hopefully that's Alex. I really want to know where he ran off to last night. And he wasn't even with a hot girl! I mean, seriously? He was with Cassadee. Not that Cassadee isn't hot, but...that's Rian's property.
I clicked the 'Check Now' button to see the call was from miss Cassadee herself. She has this habit of not leaving voicemails though, so I'd have to call her back later. Right now, I have to go power-wash my house to get this smell out.
As I tromped down the stairs, I sent out a text to Cass just asking why she called, and apologizing for not answering when she did. It's not like, "Why the fuck would you call me when I have a girl over?!" or something, but like...I'm curious, okay? God dammit. I'm not rude. I'm just curious. If someone called you around eight in the morning after a night of partying and knowing you took a girl home, you'd wonder what was so important too.
When I stepped into the living room, I saw that Tiffany was still on my couch. And the towels were still laying next to her, untouched. Shit.
"Hey, wake up," I mumbled, using my knuckles to gently shake her. I probably looked like I was prodding an alien with a stick or something.
She whined and curled up into a ball, letting her platinum blonde hair fall into her face. It was kind of weird how her makeup hadn't rubbed off on my couch overnight. But I don't know, I've never worn makeup, so I don't know how long it lasts. Or whatever.
"Hey," I said again, a bit louder. I poked her harder with my knuckles.
This time she stirred, and her eyes opened slightly. "Where am I?" she murmured, her pretty face screwing up into confusion.
"Gregg's place," I joked, almost laughing at it myself. She probably wouldn't get it, but whatever.
"Who's Gregg?" she questioned, turning her face to me and opening her eyes completely.
I chuckled to myself. "Never mind. But uh, hey, you kind of have to go." Wow, that didn't sound rude at all.
She frowned momentarily, then sighed and sat up, her heels clicking on the floor. Oh yeah, she never took those off. We kind of rushed in here.
"Um...call me, Gregg," she hummed before standing and straightening her dress, then shuffling out of the house. I bit back a laugh at how she called me Gregg. Hoo-rah for British comedies that Alex talks about once in a while. On another note, it was surprisingly easy to get her out.
A few moments after the door closed, I glanced towards the towels on the floor. Looks like I'm going to have to clean that up.
I grabbed the towels, cringing as I applied some pressure and wiped up the martini-vomit mixture, then quickly picked them up and ran to the laundry room to throw them in the washer. No matter how many times drunk girls barf all over, it's never not gross.
My phone rang as I tossed the mass of towels into the washer. I closed the lid and pulled my phone out of my pocket, seeing it was a text from Cassadee.
From: Cass
I want you to meet someone!
Received: Sat, April 30, 5:37 pm
Probably one of her girlfriends that she wants to try to set me up with. She knows how bad that goes though. I mean, it's not that the people she's set me up with before have been ugly or terrible or something. It's just that it's kind of awkward dating one of her friends. Understandable, right? Maybe? Awkward friendships, yeah.
To: Cass
Can i get the smell of sweaty boobs off me first??
Sent: Sat, April 30, 5:42 pm
I walked to my room to grab a decent outfit before going to the bathroom and turning on the shower. The water started pouring down, ice cold, so I waited for it to heat up. Cassadee replied.
From: Cass
Ohmygod, gross. Take a shower. Then get your butt over here! Hurry up ((:
Received: Sat, April 30, 5:44 pm
Chuckling, I set my phone down and held my hand under the stream of water. It was warm enough now, so I hopped in, immediately soaking my hair.
I wonder who she wants me to meet so bad?
Authors:
raimzi
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: 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.
I woke up to the smell of martini barf. Of course. You know how they say when you've smelled something so long you get used to it and don't smell it anymore? That's not the case right now.
Groaning, I rolled to my side, grabbing my phone from the bedside table.
One missed call.
Hopefully that's Alex. I really want to know where he ran off to last night. And he wasn't even with a hot girl! I mean, seriously? He was with Cassadee. Not that Cassadee isn't hot, but...that's Rian's property.
I clicked the 'Check Now' button to see the call was from miss Cassadee herself. She has this habit of not leaving voicemails though, so I'd have to call her back later. Right now, I have to go power-wash my house to get this smell out.
As I tromped down the stairs, I sent out a text to Cass just asking why she called, and apologizing for not answering when she did. It's not like, "Why the fuck would you call me when I have a girl over?!" or something, but like...I'm curious, okay? God dammit. I'm not rude. I'm just curious. If someone called you around eight in the morning after a night of partying and knowing you took a girl home, you'd wonder what was so important too.
When I stepped into the living room, I saw that Tiffany was still on my couch. And the towels were still laying next to her, untouched. Shit.
"Hey, wake up," I mumbled, using my knuckles to gently shake her. I probably looked like I was prodding an alien with a stick or something.
She whined and curled up into a ball, letting her platinum blonde hair fall into her face. It was kind of weird how her makeup hadn't rubbed off on my couch overnight. But I don't know, I've never worn makeup, so I don't know how long it lasts. Or whatever.
"Hey," I said again, a bit louder. I poked her harder with my knuckles.
This time she stirred, and her eyes opened slightly. "Where am I?" she murmured, her pretty face screwing up into confusion.
"Gregg's place," I joked, almost laughing at it myself. She probably wouldn't get it, but whatever.
"Who's Gregg?" she questioned, turning her face to me and opening her eyes completely.
I chuckled to myself. "Never mind. But uh, hey, you kind of have to go." Wow, that didn't sound rude at all.
She frowned momentarily, then sighed and sat up, her heels clicking on the floor. Oh yeah, she never took those off. We kind of rushed in here.
"Um...call me, Gregg," she hummed before standing and straightening her dress, then shuffling out of the house. I bit back a laugh at how she called me Gregg. Hoo-rah for British comedies that Alex talks about once in a while. On another note, it was surprisingly easy to get her out.
A few moments after the door closed, I glanced towards the towels on the floor. Looks like I'm going to have to clean that up.
I grabbed the towels, cringing as I applied some pressure and wiped up the martini-vomit mixture, then quickly picked them up and ran to the laundry room to throw them in the washer. No matter how many times drunk girls barf all over, it's never not gross.
My phone rang as I tossed the mass of towels into the washer. I closed the lid and pulled my phone out of my pocket, seeing it was a text from Cassadee.
From: Cass
I want you to meet someone!
Received: Sat, April 30, 5:37 pm
Probably one of her girlfriends that she wants to try to set me up with. She knows how bad that goes though. I mean, it's not that the people she's set me up with before have been ugly or terrible or something. It's just that it's kind of awkward dating one of her friends. Understandable, right? Maybe? Awkward friendships, yeah.
To: Cass
Can i get the smell of sweaty boobs off me first??
Sent: Sat, April 30, 5:42 pm
I walked to my room to grab a decent outfit before going to the bathroom and turning on the shower. The water started pouring down, ice cold, so I waited for it to heat up. Cassadee replied.
From: Cass
Ohmygod, gross. Take a shower. Then get your butt over here! Hurry up ((:
Received: Sat, April 30, 5:44 pm
Chuckling, I set my phone down and held my hand under the stream of water. It was warm enough now, so I hopped in, immediately soaking my hair.
I wonder who she wants me to meet so bad?