"I swear to God if you keep suggesting Playground X, I'm quitting this band and moving to West Virginia," Rian dramatically said. He, Alex, and I were sitting in Rian's bedroom trying to come up with an okay band name.
I huffed impatiently. I thought Playground X was a great name.
"Well can you come up with anything better?" I asked, sass on 10.
"Probably," Alex answered for him. "Rian's right. It is kinda lame."
"You're kind of lame," I said quietly under my breath but they, or at least Alex, heard me.
He looked over at me, flipping his hair in the process.
"What was that , Barakat?" He was joking, of course, but still his honey Brown eyes transformed into dangerous slits as if to intimidate me.
So I decided to play along, returning the look he was giving me, "You heard me, Gaskarth."
His eyes glared into my own. Neither of us were backing down from our pretend power battle.
Then, Alex's faux hatred for me turned into a flirtatious smirk that made my heart skip a beat and my face heat up. My eyes widened a bit and I pulled the sleeves of my jacket over my hands, feeling a bit shy.
God, that boy did things to me.
Obviously Alex and I forgot where we were and who we were with because a second later, Rian cleared his throat.
"So uh... There's this guy I know and he's a bass player and he can skate board. He's cool."
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"Jesus, Jack. How many fucking times can you watch this fucking movie?" Alex asked me after suggesting Home Alone for our movie night.
I gasped because I was slightly offended. Home Alone was and is my favorite movie and will always be.
"I don't care what you say. I'm putting it in," I said, not voicing my opinion.
After putting in my favorite movie I plopped down next to my favorite person. We weren't very close at first but as the movie went on, we ended up closer and closer. By the time the end credits began to roll, my head was in Alex's lap and his fingers were subconsciously softly strumming through my dark hair.
"Jack... Are you awake?" Alex whispered.
I nodded a bit and turned so he could see my face. He gave me a little smile and left a quick, little touch on my nose.
"Boop," he said. I covered my nose with my right hand. He knew my nose was one of my biggest insecurities. I hated it. And I hated it even more when he (or anyone for that matter) brought it up or brought attention to it.
"Jack, no. Don't cover your nose," he said while pulling my hand from my face. "I think your nose just adds to how cute you are, okay? Even if you hate it, I love it."
I sighed. My crush for Alex was getting bigger and bigger the more time that I spent with him.
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So , I'm gonna start some heavy editing on all my stories like this weekend or something.
Sorry for the long wait btw. I'm horrible. Anyway, thanks for reading.
