The Runaway Boy // Jalex

hes not my boyfriend

"The voices in my head are always screaming"

Alex's POV:

I don't know why I'm giving up so much for jack. I don't have a crush on him. I don't feel sympathy on him. I guess I just care. Especially considering my body decided to cling to him like a koala during the night. I just don't want to lose him.
"Hey lex maybe you should introduce me to the family so they don't think I'm some robber or some shit" jack looks at me and I can tell he isn't sure about this but being the stubborn ass I am I will make this work.
"Good idea actually come on let's go" I take his hand and bring him downstairs
"Wait right now" I turn to face him.
"Oh sorry I'm just a little excited. Do you wanna wait longer?" He shakes his head and confirms he's fine. Jack removes my hand from his so they wouldn't think we were a thing.
When we got to the kitchen mom looked absolutely wrecked. She looked sick when really she can't sleep. Her bags under her eyes are getting darker and bigger. Brown hair wavy and tangled. she's a mess.
"Hey al who's this" she asks with a smile so fake I bet jack could even tell it was fake
"Mom this is my friend jack" I say taking his hand and swinging it in the air. He laughs awkwardly with a shy wave.
"Aw he's a Cutie. Is he your boyfriend or just a friend?" I roll my eyes
"Just a friend mom"
"Why were you asleep cuddling him last night then" she winks at jack and he goes slightly red.
"I have no idea " mum nods with a loud laugh and turns to jack.
"So jack what do you want out of my son, money, love or what ever" jack giggles awkwardly
"Friendship" I grin at him in approval
"Yes you two are perfect marriage needs friendship" Jack tries to hold back laughter but he can't help but let it out.
"Mom stop where's Frank?" her face saddens when she hears his name.
"Asleep on the couch"she says with a sigh I nod.
"Will you guys leave the house until like 4? i'm not telling you why but I need privacy" jack and I nod and go upstairs to change.
"Your mums nice" Jack comments sitting on my bed turning away when I change
"Yeh she's the best" after changing I give Jack some clothes considering he doesn't have any.
"Why does your mum think I'm your boyfriend?" He asks with a tiny laugh.
"Ever since I came out every guy ever is My boyfriend" I say flashing him a smile.
"You're gay?" He stops and stares at me. I nod proudly. I was proud of my sexuality. I didn't care what other people thought about it. Their opinion doesn't matter to me. It's who I am and they have the deal with that
"Seriously" he asks again. I laugh and hum
"What's so surprising"
"I'm gay too but you didn't seem gay" this boy gets better and better.
"You didn't seem gay either" he smiles softly at me. I watch him tie his shoes noticing the pain in his eyes.
"Hey Jacky you okay" I ask crouching down.
"Is there a point lying" he asks with a small fake smile.
"Aye come on we better leave" I offer him a hand up. He takes it and thanks me as we go downstairs
We walk through a park in silence until he asks
"Yo wanna play 5 questions Caz 20 is so fucking long" he mutters. I laugh and nod.
"Okay Gaskarth how old are you"
"17, how old are you"
"16"
"Seriously! How are you younger than me" he shrugs
"Okay Barakat what's your favourite season?"
"Fall"
"Same"
"Why does your step Dad hate you"
"No clue. Why did you runaway?" He stops walking and says nothing. I wrap an arm around his back
"Jacky you can tell me anything. There's nothing we can do about it now since you ran away. You've left the past behind to start over." He nods taking slow deep breathes. I comfort him because he is okay now. He Has me
"I do trust you, I'd cry if I told you so I'll leave you guess and I'll show you" he moves his shirt up showing bruises covering his back and self harm on his hips. There's little pink scars which aren't self harm but i cant figure out what they're from. I trace my fingers on the bruises.
"Do they still hurt?" I whisper he shakes his head. I feel my eyes start to water at the sight
"Jacky.. What happened."
"Each scar has its own story and the cuts that aren't self harm they were from glass shards. I didn't use the shards" jack explains.
"Who did it?"
"I can't tell you, not yet. I will someday I promise. Just not yet" I feel my watery eyes release a few tears and I wrap him in the biggest hug tears soaking into his shirt.
"Why are you crying al?"
"because if you died I'm not sure would you die of self harm, whoever hurt you, suicide or those guys outside McDonalds. I just care about you even though we only met yesterday and I don't know much about you I feel like we are already close friends. I don't know I lost my father and i don't want to lose my friend too" I start to shake letting out more tears.
"Sorry Alex" he whispers stroking my messy hair.
"Its fine, I haven't cried for a good while sorry" jack nods in understanding.
"Remember Jack, you live with me now, this friendship will always last. You're part of my life now and you better not fucking leave me." He nods again
"And also tell me things. I'll listen and I'll always help you and be there for you and cuddle you when your sad. I'm here Jacky" I peck his cheek and he blushes for a few seconds before chanting "thank you"
I don't blame him for being so thankful for everything I do. It seems like he's never had a friend before. Its amazing how strong he is. Covered in bruises and self harm yet still strong and alive and beautiful. It's always the beautiful ones. Not always but most of the time. People don't see their beauty but a few people do. I definitely do. For one I can say that Jack Barakat is a beautiful human.

This is a old story BTW.  I'm too lazy to rewrite the whole thing because effort so it'll be shit I'm cringing reading this.