Organized Chaos (Six)
Title: Organized Chaos
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jack Barakat/ OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Yes. You're scared. And, I mean, you should be. I'm telling you that I'm going to be forcing you to face your fears. And that's fucking scary. But what I'm also saying is that I'm going to help you through it. So it's going to be fucking scary, but I'm going to be right there with you helping you through it...okay?” Jack felt calm and relaxed. He regularly felt that way around Wyatt, especially in the wee hours of the morning. “So?” Jack asked. “You up for it?”
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Sunny and I do own all members of Hyperinflated Illuminations. Thank you.
Warnings: Obsessive compulsive disorder, eating disorders, alcoholism
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/57389.html
"You two are absolutely pestiferous," Matt stated, talking to the singer and the guitar player as he stepped on the bus. "And you, especially so." He pointed at Jack, who nodded, stroking his chin and blinking at the older man curiously.
"I have no idea what you just called me, but it didn't sound very polite," Jack informed him, making the singer laugh.
"Evidently, Flyzik has been spending his free time reading a thesaurus to find out more than one way to talk shit about you, Jack," Alex informed him, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"What did he say about me?" Jack questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"He called you an asshole," Alex stated. "And arrogant."
"If I wanted to say that to anyone, I would be speaking to you," Matt corrected. "Now don't use your wide-range vocabulary against Jack and tell him the truth."
"So I have to use small words while speaking to him?" Alex asked, and Matt nodded. "I don't know why. Jack and I graduated from the same high school. He should know the same amount of vocab as I do."
Jack was sitting patiently, looking at the singer and waiting for him to explain. Alex sat up, looking him in the eye.
"Okay, so basically he called you a pain in the ass and he said that he doesn't like us," Alex said, and Jack frowned.
"Oh, yeah? Well, well, you're ugly!" Jack yelled at him, picking up a pillow and launching it at Matt's head.
"You're a genius," Matt said, rolling his eyes. "Go to bed. I'm tired of hearing your ass."
"I slept on the plane. Therefore, I am not tired," Jack countered.
"Well I am. So good night. And do not come back to the bunks acting like an asshole, or I will have them pull over and we will leave your ass on the streets," Matt warned before walking away.
"You want to go play video games with Rian and Zack?" Alex asked the younger boy, who straddled his hips and pushed his wrists back. Alex raised a dark eyebrow at the boy, looking up at him curiously.
"We could do that. Or we could have sex," Jack said, and Alex burst into laughter. "Mad, hot, crazy sex."
"Jack, when in the nine years of you knowing me have I ever accepted your offer for sex?" Alex questioned the younger, who sighed.
"Never," he pouted.
"And yet you continue to ask why?"
"Because I know that one day you won't be able to deny me anymore. And we will have mind-blowing sex and you will never touch another vagina again," Jack explained, making Alex laugh again.
"Good luck with that, bro. I rather like the vagina. Not a fan of cock," Alex said, wrinkling his nose.
"That's because you've never had my cock," Jack told him, letting his wrists go so he could pull the elder's beanie off his head. He ran his fingers through the soft strands, sighing softly. Jack had adored Alex for as long as he had known him. Since Alex had stepped foot into Jack's school, Jack had found the boy impossibly attractive, and he knew he had to have him. But his plan had never really worked, considering Alex was amazingly straight. It was somewhat of an underlying joke between them. They would kid around about it, and Alex knew all about the younger's crush on him, but it was only a one way attraction, no matter the amount of guilt he harbored over breaking Jack's heart.
Wyatt carefully took out the sheets he had folded neatly into his bag. He placed the sheet onto the bunk, smoothing it out so there was no wrinkles in it after he had it all attached to the mattress. He laid out a second sheet, smoothing that out, and then laid down a blanket. He made sure the corners of the blanket and the corners of the sheets matched together perfectly before smoothing them out. He fluffled up his pillow, laying it at the top end of his bunk. He stood back, admiring his work and making sure the curtain was pulled back tightly, the rungs all lining up together. He turned around, smoothing his shirt out before going to the front of the bus.
He noticed Vina sitting inside her own bunk, a beat up journal laid out in front of her. He stopped, looking down at it and seeing the date written across the top.
"How many did you count today, Vi?" he questioned, watching her lick her lips.
"756," she answered, and the man frowned.
"For the entire day? That's not nearly enough, Vina," he said. "Hold on, I want you to eat something else."
"I'm not hungry, Wyatt," she spoke up, and he frowned.
"That isn't even half of the amount of calories a woman should have in a day. Please just eat one more thing for me," he pleaded, and she sighed.
"Fine," she mumbled.
Wyatt moved out of the bunks and into the kitchenette, opening up the fridge and taking out a container of cantaloupe. He cut it into small squares, placing four onto a small plate. He put the lid back on the fruit before putting it back inside the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of apple juice, taking the food back to Vina's bunk.
"Here," he said, placing the plate next to her. She picked up a square of the fruit, taking a bite and chewing it slowly. As she chewed she wrote down more in her notebook, finishing off the piece and glancing up at Wyatt before grabbing another. "Thank you."
She opened the bottle, taking a sip to help wash down the fruit. She figured in the bottle of fruit also, laying her pencil down after doing so.
"Don't add it up yet.You know you won't eat it all if you do," Wyatt told her, and she nodded.
She finished off the pieces of cantaloupe, sliding the plate over to Wyatt.
"Do you want more?" he asked her, and she shook her head. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," she answered, sighing as she took a sip of the drink. She put it down, grabbing her phone and adding the rest of the food to the total she had already put down. "1,046."
"That's much better!" Wyatt said excitedly, grinning and standing up to take the plate away. "I'm very proud of you, Vina."
She gave him a half-hearted smile, pushing the juice bottle away from her after he was out of sight. The thought of the liquid made her feel sick, and she knew if she took another sip it would gag her.
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jack Barakat/ OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Yes. You're scared. And, I mean, you should be. I'm telling you that I'm going to be forcing you to face your fears. And that's fucking scary. But what I'm also saying is that I'm going to help you through it. So it's going to be fucking scary, but I'm going to be right there with you helping you through it...okay?” Jack felt calm and relaxed. He regularly felt that way around Wyatt, especially in the wee hours of the morning. “So?” Jack asked. “You up for it?”
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Sunny and I do own all members of Hyperinflated Illuminations. Thank you.
Warnings: Obsessive compulsive disorder, eating disorders, alcoholism
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/57389.html
"You two are absolutely pestiferous," Matt stated, talking to the singer and the guitar player as he stepped on the bus. "And you, especially so." He pointed at Jack, who nodded, stroking his chin and blinking at the older man curiously.
"I have no idea what you just called me, but it didn't sound very polite," Jack informed him, making the singer laugh.
"Evidently, Flyzik has been spending his free time reading a thesaurus to find out more than one way to talk shit about you, Jack," Alex informed him, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"What did he say about me?" Jack questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"He called you an asshole," Alex stated. "And arrogant."
"If I wanted to say that to anyone, I would be speaking to you," Matt corrected. "Now don't use your wide-range vocabulary against Jack and tell him the truth."
"So I have to use small words while speaking to him?" Alex asked, and Matt nodded. "I don't know why. Jack and I graduated from the same high school. He should know the same amount of vocab as I do."
Jack was sitting patiently, looking at the singer and waiting for him to explain. Alex sat up, looking him in the eye.
"Okay, so basically he called you a pain in the ass and he said that he doesn't like us," Alex said, and Jack frowned.
"Oh, yeah? Well, well, you're ugly!" Jack yelled at him, picking up a pillow and launching it at Matt's head.
"You're a genius," Matt said, rolling his eyes. "Go to bed. I'm tired of hearing your ass."
"I slept on the plane. Therefore, I am not tired," Jack countered.
"Well I am. So good night. And do not come back to the bunks acting like an asshole, or I will have them pull over and we will leave your ass on the streets," Matt warned before walking away.
"You want to go play video games with Rian and Zack?" Alex asked the younger boy, who straddled his hips and pushed his wrists back. Alex raised a dark eyebrow at the boy, looking up at him curiously.
"We could do that. Or we could have sex," Jack said, and Alex burst into laughter. "Mad, hot, crazy sex."
"Jack, when in the nine years of you knowing me have I ever accepted your offer for sex?" Alex questioned the younger, who sighed.
"Never," he pouted.
"And yet you continue to ask why?"
"Because I know that one day you won't be able to deny me anymore. And we will have mind-blowing sex and you will never touch another vagina again," Jack explained, making Alex laugh again.
"Good luck with that, bro. I rather like the vagina. Not a fan of cock," Alex said, wrinkling his nose.
"That's because you've never had my cock," Jack told him, letting his wrists go so he could pull the elder's beanie off his head. He ran his fingers through the soft strands, sighing softly. Jack had adored Alex for as long as he had known him. Since Alex had stepped foot into Jack's school, Jack had found the boy impossibly attractive, and he knew he had to have him. But his plan had never really worked, considering Alex was amazingly straight. It was somewhat of an underlying joke between them. They would kid around about it, and Alex knew all about the younger's crush on him, but it was only a one way attraction, no matter the amount of guilt he harbored over breaking Jack's heart.
Wyatt carefully took out the sheets he had folded neatly into his bag. He placed the sheet onto the bunk, smoothing it out so there was no wrinkles in it after he had it all attached to the mattress. He laid out a second sheet, smoothing that out, and then laid down a blanket. He made sure the corners of the blanket and the corners of the sheets matched together perfectly before smoothing them out. He fluffled up his pillow, laying it at the top end of his bunk. He stood back, admiring his work and making sure the curtain was pulled back tightly, the rungs all lining up together. He turned around, smoothing his shirt out before going to the front of the bus.
He noticed Vina sitting inside her own bunk, a beat up journal laid out in front of her. He stopped, looking down at it and seeing the date written across the top.
"How many did you count today, Vi?" he questioned, watching her lick her lips.
"756," she answered, and the man frowned.
"For the entire day? That's not nearly enough, Vina," he said. "Hold on, I want you to eat something else."
"I'm not hungry, Wyatt," she spoke up, and he frowned.
"That isn't even half of the amount of calories a woman should have in a day. Please just eat one more thing for me," he pleaded, and she sighed.
"Fine," she mumbled.
Wyatt moved out of the bunks and into the kitchenette, opening up the fridge and taking out a container of cantaloupe. He cut it into small squares, placing four onto a small plate. He put the lid back on the fruit before putting it back inside the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of apple juice, taking the food back to Vina's bunk.
"Here," he said, placing the plate next to her. She picked up a square of the fruit, taking a bite and chewing it slowly. As she chewed she wrote down more in her notebook, finishing off the piece and glancing up at Wyatt before grabbing another. "Thank you."
She opened the bottle, taking a sip to help wash down the fruit. She figured in the bottle of fruit also, laying her pencil down after doing so.
"Don't add it up yet.You know you won't eat it all if you do," Wyatt told her, and she nodded.
She finished off the pieces of cantaloupe, sliding the plate over to Wyatt.
"Do you want more?" he asked her, and she shook her head. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," she answered, sighing as she took a sip of the drink. She put it down, grabbing her phone and adding the rest of the food to the total she had already put down. "1,046."
"That's much better!" Wyatt said excitedly, grinning and standing up to take the plate away. "I'm very proud of you, Vina."
She gave him a half-hearted smile, pushing the juice bottle away from her after he was out of sight. The thought of the liquid made her feel sick, and she knew if she took another sip it would gag her.