Sick Little Games [Jack Barakat]

We Made A Movie?!

So it's been about a month since I've been out of the hospital. Jack hasn't talked to me since the hospital, therefore I didn't feel comfortable enough to try and work things out with him and live with him again. So I moved in with my mom. My friends have been coming over and doing these special exercises everyday to help get my memory back, and they've been somewhat working. 

It turns out I do remember how to play the guitar. All it took was Alex showing me an 'A' chord before it clicked and I was jamming out. It's weird, because I remember how to play all of All Time Low's songs, but I can't remember ever actually preforming them.

I wanted my memory back more than anything else in the world.

Every night I find myself staring at the old pictures of Jack and I. Wondering what it felt like to be so inlove with someone. And it kind of broke my heart. Because by these pictures, I could tell he was my favorite person in the entire world. And I was his.

We did everything together. And when I say everything, I literally mean everything. There were so many pictures and videos of us doing the most random yet hilarious things. And I'm not going to lie to you when I say this.. I don't remember any of these times with him, but, I think I'm still inlove with Jack Barakat.

Right now, I was looking through my moms DVDs for a movie to watch. I came across one I've never heard of, labled as All Time Low: Straight To DVD. All Time Low as in All Time Low the band I was in, maybe? I pulled it out and looked at the case. Yep. There was a picture of the five of us. We made a movie?!  I ran over to my tv and put it in the DVD player. I took a seat on my bed as it started.

 I noticed myself spending lots of time with Jack in the movie. But there was one part in particular that stood out to me.

"JADDY! JADDY! JADDY!" One half of the crowd cheered.

"JALEX! JALEX! JALEX!" The other half screamed.

Next, it switched to me sitting on a couch with a random dude. An interviewer. "What is it about Jack that made you two so close?"

"Um, I really don't know. We just had so much in common, I guess. It's kind of like he's my other half. But I don't know." I said, changing my position on the couch, "I mean, growing up without a father figure is kind of hard.. Ya know? So, when I started getting close to Jack, I kind of expected him to look out for me like a father should. Make sure no guys are just using me, give me advice, teach me some guy stuff.. That kinda thing. And he did it all."

I felt my heart racing as I watched the rest of the interview. I watched my actions intensely. The little smile that crept onto my face every time the man said Jack's name. The way my eyes lit up every time I talked about him. Jack really meant a lot to me, didn't he? Before I knew it, I was sobbing in my bed. 

Why did something so tragic have to happen?

~

"Please tell me you remember this." Alex smiled big, handing me a picture. Right now the two of us were sitting on the floor in my moms basement, going through my old photo albums. I took the picture out of his hand and looked at it.

"Who are these people?"

He sighed and pointed to the boy all the way to the left, moving his finger down the line, "Rian, Zack, Me, You, and Jack."

I looked at the picture closely as Alex explained it. Jack had his arm around me, his guitar in his free hand and a goofy face. My guitar was wrapped around me, I was pretending to play a chord with my tongue sticking out. Alex's arm was also around me, his guitar wrapped around him and his free hand making a rock sign. Zack had his guitar in his hands, Rian on Zack's shoulders holding his drum sticks up into the air. 

"That was our first ever gig. Sophmore year, battle of the bands." He smiled.

"Were we good?"

"Eh." He shrugged.

I handed the picture back to him and said, "I watched our movie last night."

He looked up at me, "Oh my god, I totally forgot about our movie! Do you remember anything?"

"Not really." I shook my head. He didn't say anything. I grabbed a picture from the album and looked at it.

"Is that me?" I asked.

"Mhm."

"And Jack?"

"Mhm."

The picture was of me and Jack sitting in my moms backyard on a big blanket. We were teenagers. He had his guitar in his lap and we were staring at each other with huge smiles on our faces. We had to be laughing at something one of us said. 

"Alex this sucks so fucking much."

"What?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK?" I snapped. "I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING PAST 8TH FUCKING GRADE!"

"Maddy, calm down." He set his hand on mine. "You heard the doctor, if we keep showing you these things, your memory could come back."

"Yeah but it's been over a month Alex!"

"Yeah, and I'm not letting you give up yet!" He said back.

I starred into his eyes for a moment, and when I thought I was going to kiss him, the basement door swung open. "What is going on down there?"

"Nothing mom." I said.

"Please, no fighting." She shook her head.

"Sorry Momma A." Alex held his hand up. "It's all good now."

She sighed and left, closing the door behind her.

Alex POV

It was silent for a minute before Maddy asked, "Alex, does Jack hate me?"

I didn't respond at first, just continued looking through a few photos. I didn't know how to respond to that. There was so much she didn't know.

"Alex?"

I looked up at her, before sighed and setting the album on the floor infront of me.

"Maddy, Jack loves you. He always has and he probably always will. Even though Jack doesn't seem like it at all, he's super sensitive. Look, I told you about the whole Chris thing. He was hurt from that. And adding on the fact that the love of his life doesn't even remember him because of an accident he caused.. He's just heart broken and needs some time alone right now. But I'm sure sooner or later he will grow up and apologize."

She nodded slowly before looking down at a few more pictures in an album. I sighed again to myself before running a hand through my hair and looking back down at the album. I need to talk some sense into that boy.