Bad Enough For You: Chapter 1
Title: Bad Enough For You.
Chapter: 1
Chapter's title: I'm going out of my mind, I'm a victim of love.
Author: valeohyeah
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's always a never ending story with that douchebag, a circle that has no flaw, no crack. It's just so plain and round and perfect that you can't see a way out of it for as much as you desperately try to find one.
Not that he even tries to find a way out anyway.
Disclaimer: This story is as real as my massive lady penis. Title goes to All Time Low's "Bad Enough For You" and the chapter's title is from "Victim Of Love" by Cash Cash.
Masterpost
The club feels too hot, the air is too dense, the room is too crowded, the same repetitive electronic beat of the music is making his head spin, that and all the amount of alcohol in his system.
But what's making Jack's blood boil is not that, per se. It's him, him treating his best friend like that. It's always a never ending story with that douchebag, he thinks, a circle that has no flaw, no crack. It's just so plain and round and perfect that you can't see a way out of it for as much as you desperately try to find one.
Not that he even tries to find a way out anyway.
"No, don't touch me!" He hears his best friend yell over the music. Here we go again.
"You know you don't mean that, baby." The other guy, the douchebag, tells him, and even though Jack can't hear him say that, he's heard him say it endless times, like a broken record that just keeps playing the same old track over and over.
And his friend never seems to get bored of listening to the same old bullshit over and over again.
"Yes I do!" He yells, and Jack can see tears running down his eyes like two waterfalls, those beautiful eyes that should never have to cry.
And Jack sees it coming, he really does, that's just another phase of the stupid perfect circle, the 'accident', the fighting, the crying, the dumping, the 'Jack-being-the-best-friend' part, the getting back together, and then all over again, just like he said before, it's a fucking circle.
Jack does see it coming when Jonathan pushes his best friend back, not strong enough for him to fall but strong enough for him to stumble a few steps back, and that's it. Jack's had enough for one night.
Who does that douchebag think he is, treating his best friend like that?
And more importantly, WHY does HE allow his stupid boyfriend to treat him like that, when Jack could treat him the way he deserves to and 100 times better?
And Jack knows the answer, oh, he knows it so well. You could call it a kink, Jack's not very sure; it's more of a personal choice of men to date, the people he digs, the dudes he's attracted to.
Some guys like to play with pain; others prefer their partners with blue eyes, and well, then there you have the type of guys like Jack's best friend.
Guys that are attracted to douchebags.
Yup, jerk guys turn Alex Gaskarth on.
Maybe it's not the club that feels too hot, maybe he's just so angry his skin feels like it's burning. The air might not be too dense, maybe it's just the fact that his lungs won't cooperate with him. The room IS crowded, and that only makes him angrier, because tons of nameless bodies are in between him and the couple he's so desperately trying to watch. And maybe it's not the same repetitive electronic beat of the music that is making his head spin, it's the annoying buzzing inside his ears that just won't allow him to fully concentrate.
Jack stands up and walks over to the couple, pushes Jonathan back, yells him a bunch of profanities and the good old 'you don't deserve him' and takes Alex with him.
What hurts Jack the most is not the fact that at least once a week he has to be the shoulder to cry on, as a best friend he has to be the shoulder to cry on, and he's okay with it. It's not the fact that Alex keeps going back to his asshole boyfriend, and that he loves it. And no, it's not the fact that he can't stand to be in the same room as Alex's boyfriend either.
It's the fucking fact that Jack loves Alex. As in he's in love with him. He loves it just like Edward loves Bella, just like Lindsay Lohan loves coke and just like Heidi Montag loves plastic surgeries. He loves this kid more than air itself and he can't do anything about it.
How could Alex see him in that way? Alex, the gorgeous blond-ish teen, with warm honey brown eyes and an adorable smile with dimples to die for?
Yeah, how could a guy like Alex be interested in a guy like Jack? The lanky weird kid, with the huge nose and the eyes that are too big for his face, with hair that's against him and no interesting feature at all? With an obnoxious personality, annoying the shit out of everybody that's patient enough to be 10 feet near him?
He only sees you as a friend. Is what Jack keeps telling himself, hoping in some way that if he says it enough times it'll drill itself into Jack's skull, Jack's thick thick skull, as he likes to put it, 'cause even though he tells himself that same words everyday when he wakes up and his first thought is the blonde's face, he just can't realise it. Okay, he does realise it, he doesn't want to acknowledge it.
How fucking cliché, right? The best friend that is secretly in love with the guy whose boyfriend treats him like shit and does not deserve him.
Well, welcome to Jack Barakat's life.
**
So that brings them right to where they are now. A random club, Saturday, 2 am.
Alex is leaning into his best friend's body, crying his eyes out because of the prick he likes to call 'boyfriend'.
"He was grinding with that fucking slut, Jack, why would he do that to me?" He sobbed, hiding his face in the crook of Jack's neck, fisting at his shirt so hard he can feel the fabric tightening against his skin.
"That's because he's an asshole, Lex" Jack sighs, wrapping his arms around his best friend tighter, he can see Zack making out with a brunette in the distance, he thinks her name is Tracy, but it's not like he gives a fuck anyway. And then there's Rian, who is looking at them, and when he notices that Jack is looking at him too he just shakes his head and gives him a weak smile.
Yeah, they're all more than used to Alex's breakdowns, his choice of dates and how he usually ends up after they act just the way he likes them.
Jack loses the track of time after the fifth crappy mainstream pop song, he only knows Alex hasn't stopped crying, Zack hasn't stopped choking that girl with his tongue and Rian is nowhere to be seen.
Peachy.
"C-can I g-go to yours ton-night?" Alex stutters, and it takes Jack twice as long as it usually would to understand what he said. But eventually he nods and kisses Alex's temple.
"Of course, Lexy, let's go, I'll text the guys and tell them we're heading out."
**
It's half hour later and the two boys are in Jack's bed, Alex snuggling into Jack's side as much as possible, just like every time he has one of his usual fights with one of his usual asshole boyfriends.
And even though Jack tries to understand why does Alex keep going back for more he can't find a reasonable explanation.
It's Alex after all.
"I love you, Jacky" Alex whispers, voice sleepy and cracking due to all the crying.
"I love you too, Alex" Jack whispers back, chest swelling with happiness because it doesn't matter that Alex is only saying that as a best friend, for now, it doesn't matter, Jack can pretend that Alex is snuggling to his side and telling him he loves him because of Jack, and not because another guy is breaking Alex's heart and he's just acting as the fixer.
Next chapter.
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Author's Notes: Short-as-fucking-fuck chapter. And first fanfic ever! Please bear with me. It might take me a while to update cause I'm having my finals in college and they're a pain in the ass. Anyway, let's get this thing started, shall we? I'm excited! Tell me what you think because I'm an insecure piece of shit? (:
Chapter: 1
Chapter's title: I'm going out of my mind, I'm a victim of love.
Author: valeohyeah
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's always a never ending story with that douchebag, a circle that has no flaw, no crack. It's just so plain and round and perfect that you can't see a way out of it for as much as you desperately try to find one.
Not that he even tries to find a way out anyway.
Disclaimer: This story is as real as my massive lady penis. Title goes to All Time Low's "Bad Enough For You" and the chapter's title is from "Victim Of Love" by Cash Cash.
Masterpost
The club feels too hot, the air is too dense, the room is too crowded, the same repetitive electronic beat of the music is making his head spin, that and all the amount of alcohol in his system.
But what's making Jack's blood boil is not that, per se. It's him, him treating his best friend like that. It's always a never ending story with that douchebag, he thinks, a circle that has no flaw, no crack. It's just so plain and round and perfect that you can't see a way out of it for as much as you desperately try to find one.
Not that he even tries to find a way out anyway.
"No, don't touch me!" He hears his best friend yell over the music. Here we go again.
"You know you don't mean that, baby." The other guy, the douchebag, tells him, and even though Jack can't hear him say that, he's heard him say it endless times, like a broken record that just keeps playing the same old track over and over.
And his friend never seems to get bored of listening to the same old bullshit over and over again.
"Yes I do!" He yells, and Jack can see tears running down his eyes like two waterfalls, those beautiful eyes that should never have to cry.
And Jack sees it coming, he really does, that's just another phase of the stupid perfect circle, the 'accident', the fighting, the crying, the dumping, the 'Jack-being-the-best-friend' part, the getting back together, and then all over again, just like he said before, it's a fucking circle.
Jack does see it coming when Jonathan pushes his best friend back, not strong enough for him to fall but strong enough for him to stumble a few steps back, and that's it. Jack's had enough for one night.
Who does that douchebag think he is, treating his best friend like that?
And more importantly, WHY does HE allow his stupid boyfriend to treat him like that, when Jack could treat him the way he deserves to and 100 times better?
And Jack knows the answer, oh, he knows it so well. You could call it a kink, Jack's not very sure; it's more of a personal choice of men to date, the people he digs, the dudes he's attracted to.
Some guys like to play with pain; others prefer their partners with blue eyes, and well, then there you have the type of guys like Jack's best friend.
Guys that are attracted to douchebags.
Yup, jerk guys turn Alex Gaskarth on.
Maybe it's not the club that feels too hot, maybe he's just so angry his skin feels like it's burning. The air might not be too dense, maybe it's just the fact that his lungs won't cooperate with him. The room IS crowded, and that only makes him angrier, because tons of nameless bodies are in between him and the couple he's so desperately trying to watch. And maybe it's not the same repetitive electronic beat of the music that is making his head spin, it's the annoying buzzing inside his ears that just won't allow him to fully concentrate.
Jack stands up and walks over to the couple, pushes Jonathan back, yells him a bunch of profanities and the good old 'you don't deserve him' and takes Alex with him.
What hurts Jack the most is not the fact that at least once a week he has to be the shoulder to cry on, as a best friend he has to be the shoulder to cry on, and he's okay with it. It's not the fact that Alex keeps going back to his asshole boyfriend, and that he loves it. And no, it's not the fact that he can't stand to be in the same room as Alex's boyfriend either.
It's the fucking fact that Jack loves Alex. As in he's in love with him. He loves it just like Edward loves Bella, just like Lindsay Lohan loves coke and just like Heidi Montag loves plastic surgeries. He loves this kid more than air itself and he can't do anything about it.
How could Alex see him in that way? Alex, the gorgeous blond-ish teen, with warm honey brown eyes and an adorable smile with dimples to die for?
Yeah, how could a guy like Alex be interested in a guy like Jack? The lanky weird kid, with the huge nose and the eyes that are too big for his face, with hair that's against him and no interesting feature at all? With an obnoxious personality, annoying the shit out of everybody that's patient enough to be 10 feet near him?
He only sees you as a friend. Is what Jack keeps telling himself, hoping in some way that if he says it enough times it'll drill itself into Jack's skull, Jack's thick thick skull, as he likes to put it, 'cause even though he tells himself that same words everyday when he wakes up and his first thought is the blonde's face, he just can't realise it. Okay, he does realise it, he doesn't want to acknowledge it.
How fucking cliché, right? The best friend that is secretly in love with the guy whose boyfriend treats him like shit and does not deserve him.
Well, welcome to Jack Barakat's life.
**
So that brings them right to where they are now. A random club, Saturday, 2 am.
Alex is leaning into his best friend's body, crying his eyes out because of the prick he likes to call 'boyfriend'.
"He was grinding with that fucking slut, Jack, why would he do that to me?" He sobbed, hiding his face in the crook of Jack's neck, fisting at his shirt so hard he can feel the fabric tightening against his skin.
"That's because he's an asshole, Lex" Jack sighs, wrapping his arms around his best friend tighter, he can see Zack making out with a brunette in the distance, he thinks her name is Tracy, but it's not like he gives a fuck anyway. And then there's Rian, who is looking at them, and when he notices that Jack is looking at him too he just shakes his head and gives him a weak smile.
Yeah, they're all more than used to Alex's breakdowns, his choice of dates and how he usually ends up after they act just the way he likes them.
Jack loses the track of time after the fifth crappy mainstream pop song, he only knows Alex hasn't stopped crying, Zack hasn't stopped choking that girl with his tongue and Rian is nowhere to be seen.
Peachy.
"C-can I g-go to yours ton-night?" Alex stutters, and it takes Jack twice as long as it usually would to understand what he said. But eventually he nods and kisses Alex's temple.
"Of course, Lexy, let's go, I'll text the guys and tell them we're heading out."
**
It's half hour later and the two boys are in Jack's bed, Alex snuggling into Jack's side as much as possible, just like every time he has one of his usual fights with one of his usual asshole boyfriends.
And even though Jack tries to understand why does Alex keep going back for more he can't find a reasonable explanation.
It's Alex after all.
"I love you, Jacky" Alex whispers, voice sleepy and cracking due to all the crying.
"I love you too, Alex" Jack whispers back, chest swelling with happiness because it doesn't matter that Alex is only saying that as a best friend, for now, it doesn't matter, Jack can pretend that Alex is snuggling to his side and telling him he loves him because of Jack, and not because another guy is breaking Alex's heart and he's just acting as the fixer.
Next chapter.
☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠ • ☠
Author's Notes: Short-as-fucking-fuck chapter. And first fanfic ever! Please bear with me. It might take me a while to update cause I'm having my finals in college and they're a pain in the ass. Anyway, let's get this thing started, shall we? I'm excited! Tell me what you think because I'm an insecure piece of shit? (: