Hey guys! So, I just woke up, and decided to make a cute, fluffy Jalex fic. Yay! Sorry if it is crap. Im makin it up as I go.
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Jack's P.O.V
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It all really started when we were young. Of Course, I am talking about my best friend, Alex. I was only 7, and had just moved into the new neighborhood with my mom, and she was already quick to make friends with the other mothers of the neighborhood. One day, my mom came home with a huge smile on her face after visiting the House two doors down from us.
"Jack, Sweety, I have a surprize for you! Go upstairs and get dressed. Bring a jacket, it is chilly out." She said, not breaking her grin. I smiled back at her, and ran up the stairs, quick to get dressed, because I really wanted to know what my surprize was. After getting dressed, I ran downstairs to see that my mom was already outside waiting for me on the porch.
As I grabbed her hand, I noticed a bright blue and green striped bag in her other hand.
"Mommy, is that my surprize?" I asked, pointing to the bag.
"No, sweetheart. Your surprize, is that we are going to the Gaskarth's for a birthday party, so think of this as a play date. You will get to meet new friends just like I have!" She chuckled inbetween sentences. I was already mentally preparing myself. Back in my old neighborhood, It took a lot for me to make friends. I was the least liked, the last picked, the most picked on. Why should this neighborhood be any different?
We finally reached the house, and knocked on the door. Seconds later, a woman that looked like she was in her mid thirties opened the door with a smile.
"Ms. Barakat! So nice that you could make it." She said, looking to my mom. She then looked to me with the same smile, and said "And, you must be Jack. Well, Jack, I am Mrs. Gaskarth. I have a son about a year older than you, he is turning 8 today. His name is Alex. Come on in, and I will introduce you." She said, not reaking her warm smile. I returned the smile, and walked inside over to where the small group of kids were.
"Alex, hun, come here for a second." Mrs. Gaskarth said. A boy stood and walked over to us. "Alex, this is Jack, our new neighbor. He is a ear younger than you. Jack, This is Alex. Now, you two have fun. " and with that, both of our mothers walked off.
"Hey, Jack. You want to play with some of my new toys that I got for my birthday?" He said, extending his hand to me. I nodded, and just then did I realize that I still had to give him the present we brought. As we were walking over to the pile of toys, I gave him the present. I played and he opened it, but I was interrupted with arms around me. I looked up to see Alex hugging me.
"Thank you Jacky. This is a great Birthday present." He pulled away and smiled, and at that moment, when I looked back into his eyes, I knew somethig was different about him, in a good way. And he made me feel happy in a way that it would take me years to understand.
~~~TIME LAPSE 10 YEARS~~~
Alex and I were in his room, listening to mixed CDs of Greenday and Blink 182. I was 17, and today was Alex's 18th birthday. Exactly 10 years since we met. In those 10 ears together, Alex and I had become inseperable best friends. We told eachother everything, and we saw eachother every day. There was one thing that I didn't tell him, though.
Alex has known for 3 years that I was gay, And he never left my side, He stuck with me through the beatings, physically and emotionally. Though, what I didn't tell him about were the extremely strong feelings I had grown for him. I was falling In love with my best friend.
The problem here, is, Alex is straight. He had just broken up with his cheating girlfriend a month ago, so that explains why he really didn't want to go out for his birthday. But, I wasn't complaining. She was a bitch, anyways, and Alex Deserved better. I didn't mind spending his 18th in his room. We were currently talking about what life would be like If we hadn't met eachother. I made the mistake of speaking my mind, and not saying the normal response.
"I would be dead, Without you, Alex. You've saved me so many times, without even knowing it. That is why you are my best friend. And I love you for it." I said, without thinking. Alex was staring at me, with an almost hurt expression on his face. This was another thing I never told Alex. I wasn't happy. I had self harmed too many times to count. I never wanted to annoy him with my problems. I had just realized that I said I loved him, but I knew he wouldn't understand which way I loved him. He probably assumes it as a brotherly love.
"Jack, what do you mean I've saved you? What are you not telling me? " he asked, scooting closer to me to rest his hand on my shoulder, staring into my eyes, searching for truth. It was that look onhis face that made me break. Next thing I knew, I was crying into Alex's chest, his arms wrapped protectively around me.
Soon enough, I pulled away, and in an act of courage, I rolled up my sleeves, allowing Alex go look at the rough surface of my arms. It hardly even looked like skin anymore. Alex gasped, and I got ready for the lecture, the insults, the laughter.
Boy was I wrong. Before me, I saw Alex bending over, raising my wrist to his lips. He kissed all over, sometimes kissing a newer scar, and I winced. I was crying even harder now, and when Alex raised his head, i threw my arms around his neck and continued sobbing. Alex just held me, and It was nice. A few moments later, I heard him speak up, and pull away to look in my eyes.
"Jacky, I never want you to keep anything from me ever again. I could have helped you with this. Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
Yes. I love you. But, i couldn't say that. That would ruin everything.
"No." I said, looking down at his hands grasping mine.
"Jack, I know when you are lying. Tell me. It won't change our friendship. I will always be here for you."
Yeah right. But, since this is the chance I have been waiting for, I just went for it anyways.
"I l-love you Lex. So much."
"I love you too, Jacky. Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"
"You don't get it, do you?" I snapped. "I don't just love you like you love me, Alex. That is whats wrong. Thats what I didn't tell you. I don't just love you, Alex. I'm in love with you!" At that point I was crying harder than I had all night. I pushed Alex away, and ran out of the house, over to my house, ran upstairs, and locked myself in my room. I was crying all the way, surprized that I could see where I was going. I was In my room for about 2 minutes until I heard a knock on the door.
The person behind it didn't wait for me to answer, and walked into my room, and sat down o my bed beside me. I could already tell that it wasn't Alex. I looked up to see my mom. By the look oher face, I knew shenalready knew what just happened. My mom was the first to know I was gay, and she has known of my feelings for Alex, even before I realized it.
I threw my arms around her, sobbig as she cooed her responses, saying that t would all work out soon.
The doorbell rang about 5 minutes later, and soon Alex showed at my bedroom door. My mom took this as a que to leave. Alex took her place on my bed, and to my surprize, started gently stoking my hair.
"Jacky, Its okay. I'm not mad, not at all. You didn't ruin anything." He said, reading my mind about thinking I ruined us.
"W-well, I ruined your birthday. I don't even have your present yet." I sniffled again, looking down. He began to chuckle softly, then kept his warm smile that I loved.
"Oh, Jacky. Don't worry about that. You're my present this year." He was still smiling, and I was confused. Before I could question him, I noticed he was leaning into me.
Next thing I know, Alex's hands were intertwined with mine, and his lips were on mine. He tasted so sweet, and felt so soft. Our first kiss! It was sweet, and slow, and passionate, and the only word that could describe it was 'perfect'.
The need for air became too strong, and we pulled away with the largest grins. Our hands were still intertwined, and we were comfortably sitting in the silence, looking into each other's eyes.
"I'm in love with you too, Jacky. Be mine? "
I replied with another kiss, this one more intense than the last, but it never lost the loving meaning.
I knew there was somethin different about him, in a good way. And, he made me feel happy i a way that I finally understood.
