So this chapter is slightly different than the other chapters as it is slightly more sexual. OH AND THIS IS ALSO A FILLER KIND OF! THINGS WILL HAPPEN WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT AND I'LL TRY TO MAKE THE CHAPTERS LONGER AND MORE INTERESTING OKAY OKAY THANKS HAVE FUN----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Alex
It was obvious that Jack was nervous about this whole thing; he'd locked the door and was talking extremely quietly. I couldn't blame him though. I totally got that his Mum could easily tell his father that I was back... That is if he was ever going to come back. It had been a couple of weeks now, though. He'd probably come back soon enough, sadly.
I'd only been in Jack's room one other time, when we were ten. I remember it used to be tidy, though I doubted he cleaned it, his Mum probably did. I remember he had a single bed with the solar system printed onto the bed sheets, as well as the ceiling having glow in the dark stars and planets. I smiled to myself, remembering him turning the lights off to show me the enchanting, green glow of the stickers in the dark.
His room now had different items pushed against the walls and hidden under furniture- much like my own room, except, Jack's still had some kind of order. He had a double bed with a dark blue bed cover and white sheets. I had to admit, I kind of missed the bedsheets I remember.
I sat down on his now almost plain looking bed and continued to survey his room. Posters hung on the walls- each being different bands. There was barely any vacant space left on his walls, I'd even noticed he'd began sticking them onto his ceiling. I almost laughed thinking about waking up and going to sleep with Mark Hoppus looking down at you with a wide grin- Did Alex ever find that distracting? I'd have to ask him later.
"I love your room," I mumbled, my eyes dragging across the various things to look at. "What ever happened to all your planet-y stuff?" I asked, the same small smile resting on my lips.
"When I was fourteen, I had a girlfriend who I didn't want to think I was nerdy," His cheeks turned pink at his explanation. I giggled at that, imagining a younger Jack worrying his ass off about something so stupid, frantically pulling the stickers off his ceiling and trying to explain to his Mum the reason behind the sudden need to get rid of them.
"I remember thinking it was the coolest fucking thing," I admitted shamelessly.
"Why?" Jack laughed his sweet laugh, raising an eyebrow. I loved the way his eyes seemed to brighten and crinkle when he laughed. It was an innocent laugh. Very cute. It almost distracted me from how dirty minded he actually was.
"Planets are cool, okay," I defended, my face giving away amusement. His nerves seemed to have died down from what I could tell- he wasn't as fidgety and had stopped jumping at every sound he heard.
About an hour had passed and some how, Jack and I had began playing one of those stupid question games you play in primary and middle school. We'd started off with the silly, easy questions like 'what's your favourite colour?' and 'what's your favourite animal?'. But then it started to get... Interesting? Maybe embarrassing fitted the situation better.
"Alex- do you like anyone?" He questioned, smirking just as a middle schooler would when asking the same thing. My eyes widened and my cheeks heated up, the first name coming to mind being 'Jack'.
"Um, yeah," I said sheepishly, adding a small 'casual' grin.
"Really? Who?" He asked, seemingly excited. I panicked for a moment before forceably calming myself, smirking.
"My turn," I teased. "Do you like anyone?" I countered, putting him in the same position. I wasn't really sure if I even wanted to know the answer. I mean, it wasn't exactly a win either way; if he said yes, it meant I wasn't even going to be an option and if it was a no, well, he still didn't like me.
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Drowning in a River of Denial (Jalex)
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] Jack's life sucked. So did Alex's. It got better when they saw each other after six years of distance, though. Trigger warning: Self-harm, abuse. Title credit: Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't) by All Time Low © AllTimePhan