Big Brother Barakat (Jalex)

Break Out! Break Out! (Alex's POV)

The day finally came when I was to leave with Jack to go to my new home - my new, forever home. I was so excited, but also nervous, since I had never known anything other than the UK. I was born and raised here, though I raised myself. I wondered if my parents would be proud of me for taking this big step in my life before I even turned sixteen. I was proud of myself, but also terrified. If things didn't work out between Jack and I, though we hadn't officially gotten together, I wouldn't have a place to go, since I had all but ten dollars to my name.

Jack helped me pack all morning, and after breakfast, we were to head out to the airport. We had an eleven o'clock flight back to Baltimore, which would get us there hopefully by six in the evening. I was nervous, since I had never been on a plane before, but with Jack's letters to keep me busy, I knew I'd be okay. 

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As ten rolled around, we said goodbye to everybody, and I promised to write them, because after all, even as much as I didn't want to admit it, they all helped me through some pretty rough times in my life. I would miss them more than I led on. They helped Jack and I pack up our taxi, and after I gave all of them a hug, Jack and I got into the backseat. We waved goodbye to them all, and then made our way to the airport, which was only a ten minute drive.

Once we arrived, we got our luggage and checked it once we got inside. I didn't own much, so all I had with me were my clothes, my guitar, and a few personal items. Everything fit into a larger suitcase, minus the guitar. Jack still had his bag that was over his shoulder the night he came back to me. I chuckled to myself as he slammed it down on the belt to run it through the checking machine. Jack smiled at me, kissed my forehead, then took my hand as we walked off to where our gate was.

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Jack took my hand as we boarded the plane around ten forty-five. My heart felt like it was at my feet, I was so nervous. We took our seats and buckled our seatbelts. I rested my head on the back of my seat and stared up at the ceiling until a woman's voice came over the PA system, telling us we were going to begin ascending. Jack took my hand again, giving it a squeeze before telling me everything would be okay.

The plane began speeding up on the runway, and my heart seemed to speed up right along with it. Jack kept rubbing small circle onto my hand with his thumb, which managed to calm me down. As we got into the air, the same woman's voice said we were allowed to unbuckle and move about the cabin. Jack and I both unbuckled, and I was finally able to catch my breath. Our hands were still intertwined, and I glanced over at Jack, who was already smiling at me. He told me it wasn't the bad, and I hit him because he was right.

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As I woke up, Jack told me to put my seatbelt on. He looked like he had just woken up himself. I looked at his watch and saw that it was almost six pm, so our flight was right on time. Our descent was a little rocky, but as soon as we landed, I breathed another sigh of relief because I knew I was home.

We were soon able to get off the plane, and Jack and I headed straight to baggage claim. I felt odd talking out loud, considering I seemed to be the only one around with a British accent, but I quickly got over it, because Jack assured me his friend would think it was 'the coolest thing in the world.'

We were soon able to get our bags and my guitar case. We made our way to the front of the airport, and I made sure I followed Jack closely, because I was hopelessly lost. We made it out front shortly after, and the bright sun hurt my eyes. Jack was able to flag down a taxi, and we repeated our load up routine we did just hours before. 

On the way to Jack's house, the butterflies in my stomach made me want to vomit. I was a mess of emotions, ranging from being happy, to being incredibly nervous. I knew his mom liked me, but what if his friends didn't? What if his other family members didn't? What if his dad met me someday and hated my very existence? 

Jack must have noticed my nervous demeanor, because he took my hand in his again and told me everything would be okay. There was something about his voice that instantly calmed me down, and I saw that as a blessing and a curse, though more of a blessing. As we neared closer to his house, Jack was staring out the window, and I was looking at him. I admired him. I admired how a simple teenage boy from the east coast could fly out to the UK and change life as I knew it. A smile grew on my face as I realized how in love with this boy I was.

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As our taxi came to a stop fifteen minutes later, my heart was in my throat. Jack and I grabbed our things from the back, paid our driver, then stood on the pavement in front of his house. He took my hand again and led me to the front door, setting our things on the steps. 

"Before we go in, take this all in. This is your home now, and anything here is yours. You're part of our family now, and I wouldn't have it any other way," Jack said, then he leaned in and connected our lips together in our first-ever kiss.