Flicker, Fade ⧫ Kellic / Ryden / Jardougall / Jalex

1 :: the rhythm of night

[november 30th]

: hello i'm cackling i just rewrote half of this chapter and it is FANTASTIC thank god for my wonderful imagination and writing skills i'm not as scared of posting this anymore alright alrfdjalso al so aALS ALSO WATTPAD ON COMPUTERS NOW HAS INLINE COMMENTS I'M L I V I N G ok ok also. also. you may initially be confused with pronouns in this but you are going to wait and see. deal with it. live a little. i love coldplay.

baha also these lyrics are from the rhythm of night by vinyl theater ch-check it out (noo that isn't a beastie boys song what are you talking about)

with the rhythm of night

in the city of lights

we dance to show

we still can glow

Rain sobbed down into the chilly night, turning bright lights into simple blurs of color; turning sharp city skyline into a dazzling, obscure mess of buildings. San Francisco was beautiful at night. It was especially beautiful that night, and Jack Barakat couldn't remember why he had ever missed his home of Baltimore. Of course, the harbor filled with huge ships that only encouraged his imagination to create irrational fears of his body being crushed by the immense ships was his home, and would always be. Baltimore was a city of everything, full of diversity, tourists, and fantastic museums. The snow streaked streets that were empty and lonely on cold winter days that froze the East Coast, the streets that he had roamed with the one person that was home to him, that was his home. And while he had grown attached to the bright city that proudly sat on the West Coast, near the top of California, Jack still loved his home city. Along with loving Baltimore, Jack also loved Alexander William Gaskarth. No matter where Jack was, he was at home with Alex by his side. So when the pair showed up to a city on the other side of the country, a city of lights and love and creativity, full of inspiration, beauty, and utter genius, they were, and had a right to be, completely overwhelmed. The two teenagers from the humble state of Maryland had gotten lost in the neon San Francisco lights, spending one of the greatest years of their life floating adrift, learning, loving, and figuring out how to live life.

Three years later, a cold blast of rain soaked the two boys, who were starting their senior year of high school the very next morning. However, their young hearts were stuck in place, not willing to let go of the summer that had been seemingly infinite until they came to terms with the fact that school was restarting in only a matters of hours. As the rain poured down over their heads, the couple sat in the middle of Alamo Square, watching the blurry lights reflect in the bay, nodding their heads in time to the sweet, sweet sound of blink-182.

Jack had sprawled out on the wet grass with his eyes closed, smiling as the rain soaked his body even more. Some people didn't like rain, but Jack just didn't like the atmosphere associated with rain. Cold, grey, and dull weather was never Jack's taste. However, he loved the feeling of rain on his skin. Maybe if it could properly rain with the sun out, if it could rain with no clouds and no dark haze, maybe that would be the most magical thing in the world. He would enjoy that. Jack craved the enchanting feeling of cloudbursts of water soaking his clothes, sticking the fabric on his body right to his skin, matting his hair down, turning the ground into a slippery, muddy mess. For some reason, Jack craved the chaos, and surprising peace, that rain brought with it, and he was completely enjoying the feeling of the fairly heavy downpour on his skin.

Wasting Time echoed through the empty park, and Jack smiled, mouthing the words as Alex sang them. Alex's voice was absolute bliss, a wonder that Jack would never cease to love. Alex was sitting up, tossing his head back and forth as he sang. A glow-stick crown ringed his long brown hair, lighting up his face in neon green and purple colors. Jack yawned, rolling onto his side.