Secret Admirer // Jalex

Chapter 13

Jack's POV

I don't want to drown.

What the fuck does he mean by that? How could he drown? I mean, he can't physically be drowning if he's texting me, right? I don't think he can.

Damn, he has me worried.

Is this some type of metaphor? I know he writes songs and he's good at literary devices, but I don't need him trying to entertain me with them.

Drown? As in water?

Or is this just a metaphor...?

Dude, answer, please.

Where are you?

Did you drown? Oh my god, did you drown for real?

Where can you even drown at here? I think there's a lake somewhere, and there's also a...oh my god. There's a bridge. There's a fucking bridge.

Would s.a. do that? Hell if I know.

Why would he do it, if he does?

I immediately jumped into my car, driving to the nearest bridge.

When I arrive, about 7 minutes later, I can see a distant figure in the fog, seemingly belonging to a teenage boy. This had to be him.

Dammit, it had to be.

It better fucking be.

I went up to the figure, trying not to make a noise. If my assumptions were correct (and I damn well don't want them to be), then he could still jump.

I got close, about a yard away. I was surprised he didn't seem to notice me, but he seemed to be in his own little dreamland.

It was extremely foggy and I could barely see him, just make out his outline.

I crept forward a little and hugged him from behind, ripping him from his perch on the railing.

He screamed and flailed his arms, yelling something about rape.

Okay, I may have not taken the best approach in this situation.

"It's me, it's me!" I retaliated, trying to make him understand that I wasn't some weird rapist here to pick up teenagers from the bridge.

Nothing was working, he was panicking now. Damn, wait for the disco, s.a. Okay, now was not the time for jokes.

"IT'S JACK!" I screamed.

He tensed up at that, as if it being me was the worst possible thing. As if he would rather it be anyone else.

He looked up at me, and that's when it changed.

Of course it's always the last person you'd expect.

Alex.

I wanted to be mad at him, to yell at him for standing me up, but I couldn't.

When I saw his lip quivering and his big, brown, puppy-dog eyes, I knew I couldn't be mad.

"I don't want to drown." he squeaked.

In that moment, I swear my heart broke when I saw him broken. I wanted to hurt anyone who ever harmed him and I wanted to just carry him away to somewhere else, somewhere away from all the evil in the world.

"I know you don't. I promise you won't." I whispered.

I didn't really know what this drowning was, if it was metaphorical or physical, but I damn well wasn't going to let it happen to Alex.

Alex clearly didn't seem to be in a state to go home, or anywhere for that matter. So we stayed, sitting next to the railing, him in my arms.

And I was perfectly okay with that.

AN-ITS LONGER NOW

I MADE PUNS I'M SO SORRY

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE FLUFF, SO ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS.

Have a nice day.