Uncomplicated(All Time Low One Shots)

Cemetery Drive (Jalex)

⚠️⚠️mention of the allegations & death⚠️⚠️
Reposting

Jack sat in the kitchen of his house, scrolling through twitter. All his mentions where degrading him, calling him all sort of names. They mainly focused on calling him a predator and a sex offender.

The allegations hit hard and strong, many believed them, it destroyed him. If course he knew they were wrong- hell the band knew they were lies. How could they be true? Jack was extremely gay- gayer than gay he liked to tell himself. Not that he was out publicly, or would he come out publicly with the media and allegations going around. Hell that would stir all kinds of unnecessary drama. He could see the headlines already.

'Jack Barakat conveniently gay amidst the sexual assault allegations'

'All Time Low guitarist comes out as gay for a cover up'

Jack's thumb kept swiping as he scrolled, trying to drown out the voices in his head. He tried to drown out the voices from the people who believed the allegations, the ones who called him a predator and a sex offender. It felt like they were echoing in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, they just wouldn't stop. This was all so unfair.

The band was slowly falling apart, arguments occuring daily by this point, Rian and Zack wanting to discuss the past and allegations. Alex on the other hand, he wanted to keep a low profile.

Jack kept scrolling, trying not to let this all get to him. He wanted to pretend like nothing was happening, that his life was still intact. But the arguments happening within the band were starting to take their toll.

He just wanted everything to go back to normal, but he was starting to realize that nothing was ever going to be the same again.

Jack turned his phone of before he stood up, leaving the arguing trio and headed upstairs, he felt like he was going to collapse, he felt weak, he could barely stand, he hadn't been eating properly either

Alex looked at Jack as he walked away. He bit his lip but followed his boyfriend upstairs. "Babe?" Alex called out "you okay?" Alex questioned as he witnessed Jack stumble and fall onto the floor of their bedroom.

Alex ran over kneeling besides Jack, checking his pulse breathing a sigh of relief as he helped Jack onto the bed. "Baby doll" he muttered as he kissed Jack's hair.

Jack flinched as he attempted to pull away from Alex. "Go away" Jack sniffled as he hugged a pillow.

"J-"

"Go away Alex!" Jack snapped "I want to be alone" Jack pleaded.

Alex sighed but walked away "I love you" Alex said before he closed the bedroom door.

Jack layed on the bedroom, tapping his foot on the bed, sniffling a little bit, as he wiped his eyes but the tears just kept coming, they streamed down his face, the more he tried to stop them.

Jack buried his face in his pillow crying into them, as he let his emotions out.

***

Jack stumbled out of his room, and downstairs, he slipped on the last step, but saved himself from falling onto his ass.

Jack grabbed the car keys quietly off the key hold wordlessly left the house as he walked to the car.

As Jack started the ignition Alex walked to the car. "Get out" Alex ordered.

"No" Jack muttered as he put the car in reverse. Alex groaned as he opened the passenger door, and climbed in. "What are you thinking?!" Alex exclaimed

"I'm going for a drive!" Jack yelled "is that a fuckin problem?" Jack spat at his boyfriend, as he started to drive down the road.

Alex yelped as he grabbed the door and slammed it closed as Jack started to drive, putting his seat belt on. "Put your damn seat belt on" Alex said

Jack groaned as he rolled his eyes but uses his knees to steer the wheel as he puts the seat belt over him.

Jack drove in silence, his vision blurry as he drove.

The road stretched out ahead, a hazy path mirroring Jack's clouded thoughts. As he maneuvered through the quiet streets, memories of happier times with the band lingered in his mind. The allegations weighed heavily on him, tainting the once vibrant connection between the band members.

In the passenger seat, Alex observed Jack's clenched jaw and tense grip on the steering wheel. Silence hung in the air, suffocating any attempts at conversation. The car rolled on, an escape from the suffocating atmosphere at home.

The allegations, a venomous cloud, had not only shattered Jack's public image but also infiltrated the sanctuary of his personal relationships. Alex struggled to find the right words, knowing that the wounds ran deep. The car became a vessel for unspoken tensions, hurt, and uncertainty.

As Jack drove, the scenery blurred, reflecting the uncertainty of his own life. The road became an allegory for the journey ahead, an unpredictable path fraught with challenges and questions about the band's future.

In the midst of the turmoil, Jack's hands tightened on the wheel, a desperate attempt to regain control over a life slipping through his fingers. The car carried them into the night, the engine's hum providing an oddly calming backdrop to the chaos within.

The city lights flickered in the distance, a distant reminder of a world that had once embraced them. Jack's mind raced, grappling with the harsh reality of the allegations and the toll it had taken on everything he held dear.

The drive continued, a solitary journey through the shadows of uncertainty. Alex, sitting beside Jack, offered silent support, understanding that some wounds couldn't be healed with words alone.

As Jack approached a set of traffic lights showing red, he put his foot down, sensing the danger, craving the danger in his life. He flew through the traffic lights. The car spinning out of control almost immediately, coming into direct contact with a lorry.

The collision echoed through the night, a violent clash of metal and despair. Time seemed to slow as the car and the lorry became entangled in a symphony of destruction. The once-sturdy vehicle now crumpled like paper, a reflection of Jack's fractured world.

The impact was a jarring wake-up call, shaking Jack from the numbing grip of his emotions. Reality crashed down, shattering the illusion of escape he sought on the desolate road. The airbag deployed, offering a harsh reminder of the consequences of his impulsive actions.

Amidst the chaos, Jack's mind raced, thoughts of the band, the allegations, and the relentless turmoil swirling like a tempest. The twisted wreckage mirrored the state of his life, leaving him trapped in a twisted reality he couldn't escape.

Emergency sirens wailed in the distance, their ominous sound cutting through the night. As the flashing lights approached, the gravity of the situation sank in. The car, once a symbol of freedom, now served as a stark reminder of the fragility of life.

Paramedics arrived, working quickly to extract Jack from the mangled wreckage. The scene was a somber tableau of twisted metal and shattered dreams. As they loaded him onto a stretcher, Jack's eyes, clouded with pain and regret, caught a glimpse of the stars above-an indifferent witness to the unraveling tragedy.

News headlines would soon catch wind of the crash, intertwining with the existing narrative of allegations and discord. The road, once a metaphorical escape, had become the stage for a cruel twist of fate, binding Jack's struggles with an unforeseen tragedy.

The ambulance sped away, leaving behind a shattered car and a city that continued to flicker with distant lights, oblivious to the individual battles waged in the shadows. As the night enveloped the scene, questions lingered in the air, unanswered and haunting-the echoes of a life spiraling out of control.

As the paramedics assessed the situation they wheeled the couple off into separate ambulances.

***

"Time of death: 03:43" the medic said as they cover the body of Jack Barakat.