Band Member Oneshots

Allow Me to Demonstrate

According to Jessica Shea, sharing a bed with Alex Gaskarth for the first time is exciting, until, well, it isn't.

The idea of having Alex sleep over, which ultimately meant we'd share a bed for the first time, had been exciting, fresh, even.

Even more comedic had been establishing the ground rules, which had even been written up in a faux contract.

On the night that Mr. Alexander William Gaskarth and Ms. Jessica Shea, are to share a communal bed, both parties must agree to the following conditions:

1. Said sojourn is to be held at Ms. Shea's residence.

2. Both parties must remain clothed, excluding the wear of socks.

3. Both parties must remain on their side of the bed throughout the night. Said positioning is to be determined the night of.

4. Intimacy is to be defined as light spooning, hugging and caressing solely above the belt. Under no circumstances must the former lead to coitus. Both parties have agreed that their "first time" is to be set for a later date

5. A period of an hour to rest, for instance, by reading or by scrolling through an electronic device will be set. Thenceforth, the period of "lights out" will be enforced.

5a). Both parties must agree to shut off their mobile devices to avoid blue light and to promote the secretion of melatonin.

6. Sleepwalking, going to the bathroom, snoring, and talking in one's sleep is permitted for both parties, as they are human nature. However, if either party prevents the other from sleeping, they are urged to wake up the other.

I, the undersigned, Alexander William Gaskarth, agree to these conditions. __________________

I, the undersigned, Jessica Shea agree to these conditions. __________________

Truthfully, it felt very clinical, more so, procedural, but as an anxious person, this seemed to be the only way of planning something so casual, without fear of messing it up.

Not to mention that being an editor, it was always fun to inject my university studies into my everyday life.

But above all, Alex didn't seem to mind the otherwise unconventional ordeal.

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"Could you be wearing more clothes?"

Exasperated at the sight of a fully clothed Alex sitting on his now side of my bed, I exclaim sarcastically, though the emotion is mostly laced with a rational combination of excitement and nervousness.

But how could I not feel something when he was presenting himself at me like that?

More so, how he had his legs pulled up to his chest, his cheeks pressed against his knees and his arms wrapped around his ankles, the lot highlighted by his bright eyes and boyish smile that were aimed directly at me.

Further accentuating the picture was his attire: gray cotton skinny joggers, a red plaid flannel over a white T-shirt and matching ankle socks, threaded red at the ankle and toe, gray at the foot.