Jalex oneshots

Some Kind of Disaster

Alex struggles with self-image, Jack tries to help him.

Version one.

<<3rd POV>>
(This is written as their thoughts, as are the rest of my oneshots, but I wanted to specify that for this one.)

Alex sighed, looking at himself in the mirror, hating the way his eyes stared back. Slowly, he removed his shirt, letting it fall to the bathroom floor with a soft thud.

His eyes ran over his own body, fixated on his stomach. He hated the way his body looked below his chest, and how there was a bundle of fat above the waistband of his boxers and jeans. He ran his thumb over it, biting his lip as he watched himself try to push it in to no avail.

He looked so weird.

Alex gently and smoothly undid the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down. He inched his jeans off, feeling too weak or tired to just pull them off. Once they were at his feet, he stepped out of them and pulled at the bottom so they came off of his ankles. He tossed them to the side and stood up again, sighing quietly.

That only made it worse...

Alex bit his lip and pulled down his boxers, letting them fall around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the other side of the bathroom, cringing when he looked back into the mirror.

He understood why he was still single, and he hated the fact that it would never change. He wasn't overly insecure about his face or his arms and hands, but he was about everything else.

Fuck, why'd he look like that?

He was so ugly.

Unloveable.

Gross.

Disgusting.

Fat.

Woah, wait what?

Alex felt tears fall down his cheeks as his brain stayed on that insult. Fat. He'd never seen himself as fat, no matter how much he hated his body. He'd looked at it from the side and from the front, and he'd never once called himself fat. He was skinny. Not overly so, but he was still skinny with some muscle.

Had that changed...?

It was only when he had his clothes on that you could actually see the fat and skin like that, but he'd taken those off.

Alex grabbed at his skin a bit, turning to the side. He let out a shaky breath at the sight in the mirror. Fuck...

Fat.

He was too fat.

He needed to get rid of that now.

How?

Where?

He didn't want to just exercise right now... but what if he got fatter?

No, he wouldn't, that was stupid.

But Jack was coming over later...

He and Jack had been best friends from middle school, and now they were adults in their mid-twenties. He really shouldn't be struggling with this, it was childish. Maybe when he was a teenager, but now..? That was just stupid, he wasn't supposed to care about that.

But back to Jack, they were still best friends. Hell, they even worked together in a band. It was just a duo thing, the two of them, but it was enough for them both to have separate apartments.

He'd had a crush on the boy since freshman year. Probably longer, but he'd only realized it just as freshman year came to an end. Alex was bisexual, but he may as well be Jacksexual, having never liked anyone but him. Sure, he'd had stupid crushes as a kid, but on fake characters on television shows.