Everything Personal (Jalex Fan-Fiction)

Party Time!

[Alex’s P.O.V.]

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

“THIS PARTY IS SICK AS FUCK!” someone I hardly know screamed from the other side of the club we were at. It’s got to be quarter to 2 am by now, I don’t know. I’ve had a few beers, along with endless lines of shots and a cupcake I probably shouldn’t have eaten. There were definitely drugs in that, oh well… I thought looking around slightly feeling paranoid.

“Dude. I feel weird,” I said to no one in particular, looking down at my drink which had all kind of colors swimming around in it, probably induced by drugs, I don’t know, “I feel drunk and shit, but I also feel completely in control. Like I’m outside of my body watching myself trip,” I stuttered, clumsily making my way towards the V.I.P. area where people were going to take a breather, get out of the noise, or just make-out. I sat down on the arm rest of a red leather couch and watched in disgust as some couple Matt invited slobbered all over each other. I’ve never been into too much PDA, a little peck here, maybe a hug, but that’s enough for me. I was feeling a little better so I decided to rally up Jack, Abby, and Jenna to see what they were doing.  Just as I was getting up to go find them I heard Jacks voice.

“SPIN THE BOTTLE!!!!” he screamed over the speakers as the music died down. I love spin the bottle! My still stoned part of my body told me. I don’t like being high, this is freaking me out. I’m having conversations with myself at this point like what the fuck, “One rule: No chickens,” Jack slurred through the mic drunkenly, “Everyone split into groups of 25,” he said. That would be six or seven groups. There were at least a thousand people here before but most had gone home or passed out.  Now there was probably 150-175.

I made sure I got into the same group as Jack. We sat across from each other in the circle. The music was a lot quieter now. Blink 182 was playing in the background quietly. A few boring rounds passed by. Matt kissed Jenna, Rian kissed Zack and they both almost barfed afterwards (from being drunk and that they were best friends kissing.) Abby kissed Piper and you could see the slight jealousy in Jenna’s eyes. Then it was finally my turn. I nervously spun the bottle. I didn’t know if I wanted it to land on Jack or not. I mean, we’ve kissed before but I’m drunk and I don’t want to do and or say anything I’ll regret, everyone knows I’m 100% honest when I’m drunk. Once when I was 17 or so I was drunk and my mom found me and asked me if I was drunk and instead of saying no like any normal person would I literally said ‘Yep. You want some? You could use it you’re really uptight!’ I was grounded for soooo long after that.

“ALEX!!” people were shouting, snapping my out of my haze. I looked up to see who the bottle landed on. Relief and sadness rose through my body. It had landed on Hayley Williams from Paramore. She was a really good old friend of all of us. I was relived and upset it wasn’t Jack. I was safe. For this round.

[Jack’s P.O.V.]

                As I saw Alex kiss Hayley I grew very jealous. I wish that was me. I need to calm down. I can’t control my emotions very well when I’m drunk. I still let one tear slip out, just one.

                “Jack, are you okay?” Abby whispered only loud enough for me to hear.

                “Yeah, thanks Abs. Can I call you that?” I asked still a little upset about Lex. I wish I could just tell him how I feel.

                “most people call me that,” she said smiling, “Jack, can I ask you something personal?” she stammered. Something was up.

                “Of course Abs, anything,” I said back smiling and waiting for her question.

                “You like Alex, don’t you?” she said, being the shy girl she is. She looked down acting as if she was afraid I’d be mad at her for some reason.

                “Is it really that obvious?” I said very worried, what if Alex knew?

                “No, don’t worry. I don’t think anyone else knows yet,” she said putting a hand on my shoulder, probably afraid I was going to cry again, “How long?” she asked simply. The game seemed to keep going, our conversation being unnoticed.

                “A few months…” I said

                “How many months?” Abby’s eyes got wide. Whether it was excitement or worriedness I didn’t know. I felt a lot more sober now and Abby looked a lot more alert as well.

                “About a year and a half?” I said cringing. It sounded painful coming out of my chapped lips.

                “Holy shit, Jack” she said shocked, “when are you going to tell him?” she asked. She knew it was a touchy subject. This kind of stuff always is.

                “I really want to tell him but I’m so afraid of rejection its killing me. I just wish I knew if he felt the same way,” I said sadly. My turn was coming up soon. Only three more people, then Abby, then me.

                “Let’s go get coffee tomorrow and we can talk about it, yeah?” she asked. I nodded and watched her spin the old, empty Jack Daniel’s bottle in the middle of the circle. It landed on Matt and they did their duty, one small peck. They could go more in depth; some people do for the riot the others make when it’s intense. Hoots and hollers erupt everywhere, it’s fun actually.

                Finally it was my turn. I reached cautiously towards the empty bottle and spun it. It quickly stopped landing on someone. I looked up to meet light caramel brown eyes. Alex.

A/N

SONG IN BEGINNING: Smells Like Teen Spirit by: Nirvana <3

I REALLY LIKE THIS CHAPTER. Idek why I just do. I know this fic is kinda boring but it’ll get better I promise!i didn’t edit this. Love u guys! Baii.

~Autumn