BoyxBoy Band One Shots

Jalex - Terrible Things

A/N Just a one shot based on the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade. Lyric video at the side (or at the top).

Italics = lyrics

Bold = flashback

Alex's POV

As I held my ten-year-old son, JJ, on my lap, I told him about his mother. His mother was my best friend, my saviour, Jack Barakat.

By the time I was your age, I'd give anything

To fall in love truly was all I could think

"I was your age," I told JJ. "I wanted nothing more than to love someone and be loved like my own parents. I wanted what they had."

"What happened, daddy?" JJ asked. "You didn't have mommy at the time?"

A few tears fell down my face as flashbacks flew through my mind.

"I'm getting right to that," I told JJ, as he wiped my tears away.

That's when I met your mother, the boy of my dreams

The most beautiful man, that I'd ever seen

"I met your mother in class during fifth grade," I told JJ, remembering the times I would do extremely embarassing things around school to get Jack's attention.

"Did he know who you were then?" JJ asked, giving me a hug. He's smart at sensing emotions, much like Jack was, but JJ would comfort them in a loving way instead of through sexual jokes, like I would do myself.

"He did," I grinned. "I got his attention many times throughout the year. I once 'accidentally' fell into his lap while walking from the teacher's desk to my own."

"What was it you noticed first about him?"

"I noticed his skunk hair. At first, I thought it looked ridiculous, but then I noticed that it really suited him. He was beautiful in many ways," I sighed.

He said, "Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?

I can't help but notice you staring at me

"Did mommy ever know you loved him back then?" JJ asked, looking up at me with his eyes that were the exact same colour as Jack's.

"He didn't," I said. "He did, however, notice me staring at him a few times."

I was just watching him. Jack Barakat, the most beautiful boy ever. I felt extremely lucky to have my desk directly across from his. I could shamelessly stare at him or subtly glance in his direction whenever I felt the need to. If he moves his head at all, I look away immediately. Kind of a pattern I've grown used to.

He looked up at me one day in February of that year, before I had a chance to look away from him. He blushed lightly before looking back down at his paper.

At recess, he came up to me.

"Can I tell you something cool?" Jack asked.

"S-sure," I replied.

"I saw you staring at me," he said. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, blushed, and ran away. I just stood there in shock, frozen, trying to process what just happened.