Jalbert Oneshots (fluff and a little smut)

Fine.

Albert's POV
—————————————————————————
I woke up and sighed, today I worked a double shift. I looked down at my cut covered arms. Why am I like this? I got into my Macy's uniform and walked to the train station. When I got there I tripped and skinned my knees, it didn't hurt. I just walked on like nothing happened. I felt every person near me, I wasn't comfortable working the register but Nancy wasn't there so I had to do it. I knew it was going to be hell but I'll be fine. Fine. I say fine a lot, it's always a lie I'm never fine. When family asks how are you, fine. I am always fine. I feel bad about lying to my family. I don't have friends. I never have had friends but that's fine. When I walked into the store, I told the boss I was going to work the front cash registers. A boy walked up with a stack of clothes and I asked "credit or cash" quickly. He said cash and put some money down, then he smiled at me and gave me a slip of paper. "Sir, what is this" "my number, call me" I nodded. The rest of the day I thought about him. What is his name. I walked to the train station, and got on. I texted his:
A:hi
?:Jake
A: what is ur name
?:Jake
A: I'm Albert
J: I know
A:??
J: your name tag, cupcake
A:
J: wanna get coffee sometime?
A:...
J:please
A:when
J: tomorrow, noon
A:sure
I flopped onto my bed and sighed. I-I'm g-g-gay. I think I liked this guy. What if he just trying to hurt you. That's all everyone wants to do, hurt you Albert. NO ONE LOVES YOU ALBERT! I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a knife with dry blood on it.
Slash
Drip
Slash
Drip
Slash
Drip
Both sides of my arm were full so I moved to my other arm
I'm fine
Slash
Drip
Slash
Drip
I am so stupid
I need to stop, I put the knife down.
But, I can't
Slash
Drip
Slash
Drip
Slash
Drip
—————————————————————————
The next morning —————————————————————————
I woke up on the bathroom floor, I sighed and looked at my arms. I got in the shower, it hurts my cuts. I look at them, some are so deep and long. I put on a maroon sweater that goes past my hands and dark jeans for my 'date' with a boy .who is just gonna hurt me. I sigh and wall to the coffee shop. I see James, no Jake standing there, I walk towards him. "Umm, hi j-j-Jake" " oh, hey Albert, what do you want to drink" "vanilla latte" " ok, I'll have the cake frappe"he says. We go to sit down with our drinks. " thank you for paying" he smiled at me. We talk for the rest of the date, we were talking for hours. We went for a walk at the park, he walked me to my house. "Thank you Jake" "No problem" he leaned in and we kissed. I pulled away, I went inside. I'm sorry Jake. I wrote a note:
             Dear Jake,
I'm so sorry. I know we were falling in love but I can't anymore. I leave you anything you want
                I love you,
                 Albert
I slit my throat. I felt the blood rushing, I feel to the floor.—————————————————————————
Jake's POV
A few days later
—————————————————————————
I haven't heard from Albert in forever. Then I got a call from...the hospital. I picked it up "hello?" 'Do you know an Albert' "yeah...is he ok?" 'He died 4 days ago'
I fell to the floor sobbing.
Alone. Alone... I'm fine.—————————————————————————
I'm sorry for this one.
Question of the day: what is your stereotype. Mine is theatre kid.—————————————————————————