Jalex oneshot stories

I really wish I hated you

Jack watched as Alex sipped his coffee in the window of Starbucks as he was walking by. The snow falling and landing in jack's dual toned hair before melting away and leaving a small wet circle in replacement. Jack wasn't wearing much. Jeans, a t-shirt and a jacket, was all he needed to keep warm. But the sight of Alex, alone, drinking coffee in Starbucks at nine o'clock at night, left jack feeling cold. He couldn't help the eagerness to want to be with him, the small desire to go inside and check, just in case it wasn't the guy he thought it was. But jack would have to be an idiot to not know it was Alex. To not know it was his 'almost husband' he was staring at. What kind of person would you have to be? Jack wasn't sure what to do.

He stood there, just watching, as the light from inside fell onto the street, illuminating the dark night but stopping short of jack's toes. It was too quiet, and jack was too alone in his thoughts. The driving snow continued to flurry and land around the walking pedestrians, but not jack, no. It covered jack like an avalanche, forming small walls around his stationary feet. Jack just watched Alex sip, again and again. And sure it was creepy if Alex knew he was doing this, but jack couldn't help it. It had been months since jack had seen Alex, and if seeing him sipping hot beverages was what he could get, it's what he was going to take.

Jack knew exactly what coffee was concealed within that mug. Alex always had the same order ever since he had met jack. Caramel Macchiato. Just enough caffeine and just enough sweet to balance the two extremes. It was his favourite. Alex could drink thousands upon thousands of them if he tried. And no doubt, he probably will if you look at how many he's drunk in his life time.

Alex looked like he was finishing up as he tilted his mug further back into his mouth, getting the last few layers of coffee that sat in the bottom of the mug. Alex used to get mad at jack for leaving a thin layer of liquid in the bottom of the mug. It was one of those nuances that he had to put up with because he loved jack so much. He loved jack so much. Jack felt himself slowly losing control.

Alex had stood up now, leaving his coffee mug on the table and gathering his belongings. Jack wanted to see Alex for more time. The minutes he had been stood watching felt like seconds. It wasn't long enough, it never was. Their relationship wasn't long enough. They didn't get enough time. Jack was sorry. He had never been so sorry in his life for what he had done, and how he had let them become. Jack couldn't do it again. Jack was sorry and he felt it through his entire body. The way every apology escaped from him in wretched sobs. Sobs that Alex would never see, never know how much jack means. Jack hated his life without Alex. Jack was nothing.

And I tell you now. Love makes you do stupid things, as crazy and cringy as it sounds. Love drives you to do the impossible and the improbable. It's one of those emotions like adrenaline and desire that keep you going. Love was jack's life force and Alex was jack's love. He couldn't let it go.

Jack couldn't move as he watched Alex walk out of the shop, a long trench coat wrapped around his shoulders. Jack knew that Alex would be walking in the same direction as jack but Alex wouldn't change sides of the street. He didn't need to when he lived on that side. Jack couldn't move, he couldn't speak. Part of him didn't want to approach Alex.

Alex stood just like jack, feet planted outside the front of the double doors of Starbucks, watching plumes of mist escape from his mouth and feeling the crunch of newly fallen snow underneath his shoes. His solid Chelsea boots. Jack remembered buying them for Alex years ago. They were solid and would last a lifetime. Unless you were Alex of course. Alex had a habit of making items suffer their purpose. He'd make their three year lifespan last two but he'd work it extra hard. His shoes being no exception, especially if he loved them as much as he loved his Chelsea boots. And jack wasn't wrong, the poor brown leather really was worn and scratched. But it made jack smile. He never got rid of them.