Phenomenal (Jack Barakat of All Time Low)

Okay, a little Jack love anybody? Huh? Let me know what you think :-)....okay I have this weird Jack in a shower obsession please forgive me if this sucks.

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"Holy fucking Jalex Christ!" Jack screams for no apparent reason.

Turning around to face him, you tsk him and shake a finger of authority at him. "Jack Bassam Barakat, language!" you scold him with a smirk.

"I said Jalex not Jesus." Jack corrects you with a sly smirk and a wink.

"It was the fucking I was correcting you for, Mister." You reply with a soft laugh.

"Oh yeah, you're a good one to talk!" Jack laughs loudly, knowing your track record for being apotty mouth.

You blush, knowing that there is no way you can lie about this. Jack has known you for exactly four years, five months, two weeks and six days and he probably even has the hours, minutes and seconds counted if you were to ask him. He loved telling people the story of how you met. You being at a random party his best friend, Alex was holding and knowing nobody. Jack was your knight in shining armour if you will; he walked up and told you that a pretty lady should never hang out by herself when there were stupid boys around.

Quickly you insisted he too was nothing but a stupid boy and when he laughed, that contagious, brilliant laugh of his you were sold. It didn't hurt that he had that adorable little boy smile to go with it. Even after all this time, you still loved his laugh and that ridiculous smile of his.

"So, what was the outburst for anyway?" You ask him, nudging him in the leg with your toes as you sit on the side of the large bed in the middle of Jack's bedroom.

You call it "Jack's" as in it was his house, he owns it and Jack calls it "Yours" as in you and him, together.

So a couple hundred articles of clothing in the room do belong to you, along with the countless nights you spend sleeping over. You have an apartment, but nobody knows why. Maybe in case you and Jack need space? Nobody has ever said it, but you know that you keep it just in case things go sour between the two of you and you need some place to live in a hurry. Jack thinks it's stupid, but his opinion on the subject is invalid. Of course he'd think it is stupid, after all this is the man who every time he plays a show in Las Vegas, calls begging you to come marry him in a silly little chapel. Most of the time he is drunk when he calls and it always ends with Rian or Zack pulling him off of the phone and apologizing for waking you up.

"It's too fucking hot." Jack whines, peeling his shirt off leaving him in his shorts.

"Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack." You shake your head at him teasingly. "It's not that hot."

"Babe, it's almost 100*F in here and not to mention we'd get this heat wave the same day the air conditioner system craps out." He complains, pulling his shorts off next.

"We could go to my apartment." You suggest. "It has central air."

"But all of our stuff is here." Jack tells you pouting like a little boy who was just asked to leave all of his favourite toys behind for a few days.

It's a quality you simply adore about Jack! He is a grown adult by age and society, yet he has the ability to act like somebody half his age most of the time and unlike some people, he makes it fun. Jack has this crazy personality that makes everybody around him act the same way he does, immature and happy. You are convinced that when you are with Jack, you can't be in a bad mood and if you are he is going to pull you out of it.

The tall, lanky, long limbed musician is one of the most energetic, insane, immature, funniest and all around phenomenal people you know. Life with Jack is just always a little brighter. Even when he is away on tour, thousands of miles away, in a different country he has ways of making you smile and forget about all the shit that goes on in the real world. Living with Jack is a world all its own and you wouldn't trade it for a second.