Westbound Sign (Two)
Title: Westbound Sign
Sequel to: All Pretty and Petite
Authors:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jack
Summary: It's been a month since Alex left for Malibu, and Jack has been miserable ever since. Alex won't answer his phone calls, his text messages, his tweets, or even his e-mails. He's tortured by his regret of not getting the chance to tell the boy how he felt, and he's determined to find him and beg for his forgiveness.
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. Amen.
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/66352.html
“Jack, get up,” I heard someone say before light flood my room. I groaned, dragging the blanket up over my head and curling into a ball. “Jack, seriously.”
I felt the blanket being pulled away from me and I whined, clinging to it.
“Jack, this is ridiculous. You can’t just stay in bed all the time,” Matt said, tugging on the blanket.
“When is Alex coming back?” I asked and he groaned.
“I don’t know. Next month, supposedly,” he answered and I kicked my leg out.
“Then that’s when I’ll leave my bed,” I told him and he huffed.
“No, you’ll live your bed now. Come on,” he answered, and I curled into a ball as he finally freed my covers from me.
“You can’t make me!” I yelled, voice muffled by my pillow.
“Jack! Stop being like this! You’re scaring your mom and frankly you need to leave this room because it smells like shit in here! Now get the fuck up, go shower, and come hang out at Rian’s,” he demanded and I rolled my eyes.
“Give me Alex’s address,” I told him.
“No,” he answered.
“You want me out of this bed? Give me his address. I will be up and on a plane so fucking quick,” I told him and I heard him sigh.
“I can’t do that, Jack,” he told me and I rolled my eyes.
“Yes you fucking can!” I exclaimed. “Who’s fucking stopping you?”
“Alex,” he answered.
“Alex left,” I told him, sitting up and turning around to face him. “Alex isn’t here to stop you, and he wouldn’t need to know you told me.”
“I’m the only one who knows his address, Jack,” he said and I frowned.
“So you do know,” I answered, looking down at the bed.
“I’m sorry,” he said, sighing. He sat down at the foot of my bed, watching me as I frowned.
“I miss him,” I mumbled.
“Me too,” he answered and I rolled my eyes.
“At least you can fucking talk to him,” I glared. “He didn’t change his number on you.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t wish he was here,” Matt answered.
“If I hadn’t been such a fuck-up, he still would be,” I said and I felt Matt rest his hand on my knee comfortingly.
“He’ll be back,” he told me.
“Yeah, and it’ll be too late to tell him how I feel,” I said, biting my lip. “Matt, what if he doesn’t love me anymore? Or he meets someone else?”
“Then I guess you’ll know how he felt when he left,” Matt said and I bit my lip.
“Now I’m definitely not leaving my bed ever again,” I said, reaching for the blanket again and moving to lay down.
“No, Jack, come on. Don’t do that,” he said, yanking the blanket away from me and throwing it across the room. “He’s not gonna meet anyone else, because he loves you too much. He might think he can just run off to California and get over you, but I know he can’t.”
“He’s in California?” I asked, eyes widening and he frowned.
“Yeah,” he said.
“I need a map!” I said, getting out of my bed to grab my laptop. “And a ticket!”
“Jack! You can’t be serious! You can’t just fly off to California! You don’t even know what city Alex is in!”
“I don’t care! I’ll search every square inch until I find that boy and tell him how much I love him,” I told him, sitting down and turning on my laptop.
“You’re being irrational! There are 163,700 square miles in California!” Matt exclaimed.
“I don’t care! I will walk every fucking square mile of California to find him! I need to be with him! He needs to know how much I love him because I can’t live without him! I’ve felt so incomplete since he’s been gone, because he took a huge chunk of my heart with him! I need to go be with him so all of this pain can melt away! I feel like a stupid fucking love song, but fuck- h-he’s like, my Sally!”I paused, feeling the tears threatening my eyes. “He’s the Minnie to my fucking Mickey, Matt. Don’t you understand that?”
Matt bit the area around his lip ring, sighing.
“I know, Jack. I’m sorry,” he answered.
“You can’t just help me?” I asked and he frowned.
“I made a promise to Alex,” he said and I shook my head.
“Right,” I answered, shaking my head and shutting my laptop. Matt was right, it was an irrational idea.
“Jack.”
“You should just go,” I told him, standing up and putting my laptop on my bedside table. “I don’t really want to talk anymore.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m fine,” I answered, grabbing my blanket and bringing it back over to the bed.
“No you’re not, Jack,” he said, frowning. “Please don’t just crawl back into bed. Come to Rian’s with me or something.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to be alone.”
“Can’t I just stay then? Come on, we can watch Home Alone.”
“I don’t want to watch Home Alone, I want to be home alone,” I told him and he groaned.
“Jack, I’m really sorry. And I’m worried about you and I honestly miss you too. Which is sad because you aren’t even the one who left.”
“Half of my fucking heart left on that plane, Matt,” I told him, hearing him sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he said again and I shook my head.
“Just go, please,” I told him, drawing my knees up.
He stood up reluctantly, moving towards the door.
“The crew and the rest of the band are going to Vegas next weekend. And you’re coming with us, Jack,” he said, resting his hand on the door. “I won’t take no for an answer.”
I didn’t answer him, hearing the door shut as he left the room. I wrapped the blanket tighter around me, biting one of my nails as I stared at my wall.
It hurt how much I missed Alex. It had never occurred to me how big of a role he played in my life until he was gone. Just like it had never occurred to me how much I loved him until it was too late. I missed him terribly, and I would give anything to have him here with me.
I had tried to contact him by all means possible. I had called him, texted him, tweeted him, e-mailed him, anything I could think of, but received no response in return. He had changed his number a few days after leaving, but I knew Matt and Rian had it. They wouldn’t give it to me, though, no matter how much I begged. It was as if everyone was against me in my fight for Alex.
I curled deeper into the blanket, pulling it tighter around me.
I wanted my Alex back, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to have him.
♠ ♠ ♠This took a little longer than I anticipated it to, mostly because I couldn't get the motivation to write and I've been kinda busy.
Anyway, here you go.
And thank you for the crazy amount of feedback on the first chapter! You are all so lovely <3
Sequel to: All Pretty and Petite
Authors:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jack
Summary: It's been a month since Alex left for Malibu, and Jack has been miserable ever since. Alex won't answer his phone calls, his text messages, his tweets, or even his e-mails. He's tortured by his regret of not getting the chance to tell the boy how he felt, and he's determined to find him and beg for his forgiveness.
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. Amen.
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/66352.html
“Jack, get up,” I heard someone say before light flood my room. I groaned, dragging the blanket up over my head and curling into a ball. “Jack, seriously.”
I felt the blanket being pulled away from me and I whined, clinging to it.
“Jack, this is ridiculous. You can’t just stay in bed all the time,” Matt said, tugging on the blanket.
“When is Alex coming back?” I asked and he groaned.
“I don’t know. Next month, supposedly,” he answered and I kicked my leg out.
“Then that’s when I’ll leave my bed,” I told him and he huffed.
“No, you’ll live your bed now. Come on,” he answered, and I curled into a ball as he finally freed my covers from me.
“You can’t make me!” I yelled, voice muffled by my pillow.
“Jack! Stop being like this! You’re scaring your mom and frankly you need to leave this room because it smells like shit in here! Now get the fuck up, go shower, and come hang out at Rian’s,” he demanded and I rolled my eyes.
“Give me Alex’s address,” I told him.
“No,” he answered.
“You want me out of this bed? Give me his address. I will be up and on a plane so fucking quick,” I told him and I heard him sigh.
“I can’t do that, Jack,” he told me and I rolled my eyes.
“Yes you fucking can!” I exclaimed. “Who’s fucking stopping you?”
“Alex,” he answered.
“Alex left,” I told him, sitting up and turning around to face him. “Alex isn’t here to stop you, and he wouldn’t need to know you told me.”
“I’m the only one who knows his address, Jack,” he said and I frowned.
“So you do know,” I answered, looking down at the bed.
“I’m sorry,” he said, sighing. He sat down at the foot of my bed, watching me as I frowned.
“I miss him,” I mumbled.
“Me too,” he answered and I rolled my eyes.
“At least you can fucking talk to him,” I glared. “He didn’t change his number on you.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t wish he was here,” Matt answered.
“If I hadn’t been such a fuck-up, he still would be,” I said and I felt Matt rest his hand on my knee comfortingly.
“He’ll be back,” he told me.
“Yeah, and it’ll be too late to tell him how I feel,” I said, biting my lip. “Matt, what if he doesn’t love me anymore? Or he meets someone else?”
“Then I guess you’ll know how he felt when he left,” Matt said and I bit my lip.
“Now I’m definitely not leaving my bed ever again,” I said, reaching for the blanket again and moving to lay down.
“No, Jack, come on. Don’t do that,” he said, yanking the blanket away from me and throwing it across the room. “He’s not gonna meet anyone else, because he loves you too much. He might think he can just run off to California and get over you, but I know he can’t.”
“He’s in California?” I asked, eyes widening and he frowned.
“Yeah,” he said.
“I need a map!” I said, getting out of my bed to grab my laptop. “And a ticket!”
“Jack! You can’t be serious! You can’t just fly off to California! You don’t even know what city Alex is in!”
“I don’t care! I’ll search every square inch until I find that boy and tell him how much I love him,” I told him, sitting down and turning on my laptop.
“You’re being irrational! There are 163,700 square miles in California!” Matt exclaimed.
“I don’t care! I will walk every fucking square mile of California to find him! I need to be with him! He needs to know how much I love him because I can’t live without him! I’ve felt so incomplete since he’s been gone, because he took a huge chunk of my heart with him! I need to go be with him so all of this pain can melt away! I feel like a stupid fucking love song, but fuck- h-he’s like, my Sally!”I paused, feeling the tears threatening my eyes. “He’s the Minnie to my fucking Mickey, Matt. Don’t you understand that?”
Matt bit the area around his lip ring, sighing.
“I know, Jack. I’m sorry,” he answered.
“You can’t just help me?” I asked and he frowned.
“I made a promise to Alex,” he said and I shook my head.
“Right,” I answered, shaking my head and shutting my laptop. Matt was right, it was an irrational idea.
“Jack.”
“You should just go,” I told him, standing up and putting my laptop on my bedside table. “I don’t really want to talk anymore.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m fine,” I answered, grabbing my blanket and bringing it back over to the bed.
“No you’re not, Jack,” he said, frowning. “Please don’t just crawl back into bed. Come to Rian’s with me or something.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to be alone.”
“Can’t I just stay then? Come on, we can watch Home Alone.”
“I don’t want to watch Home Alone, I want to be home alone,” I told him and he groaned.
“Jack, I’m really sorry. And I’m worried about you and I honestly miss you too. Which is sad because you aren’t even the one who left.”
“Half of my fucking heart left on that plane, Matt,” I told him, hearing him sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he said again and I shook my head.
“Just go, please,” I told him, drawing my knees up.
He stood up reluctantly, moving towards the door.
“The crew and the rest of the band are going to Vegas next weekend. And you’re coming with us, Jack,” he said, resting his hand on the door. “I won’t take no for an answer.”
I didn’t answer him, hearing the door shut as he left the room. I wrapped the blanket tighter around me, biting one of my nails as I stared at my wall.
It hurt how much I missed Alex. It had never occurred to me how big of a role he played in my life until he was gone. Just like it had never occurred to me how much I loved him until it was too late. I missed him terribly, and I would give anything to have him here with me.
I had tried to contact him by all means possible. I had called him, texted him, tweeted him, e-mailed him, anything I could think of, but received no response in return. He had changed his number a few days after leaving, but I knew Matt and Rian had it. They wouldn’t give it to me, though, no matter how much I begged. It was as if everyone was against me in my fight for Alex.
I curled deeper into the blanket, pulling it tighter around me.
I wanted my Alex back, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to have him.
♠ ♠ ♠This took a little longer than I anticipated it to, mostly because I couldn't get the motivation to write and I've been kinda busy.
Anyway, here you go.
And thank you for the crazy amount of feedback on the first chapter! You are all so lovely <3