Remembering August, 2009. Los Angeles.
—Look, I'm like Spiderman!
—Alex, get down! We're gonna get in trouble! –I screamed from the ground. Alex was drunkenly climbing up a tree placed on the sidewalk and I was laughing too hard so obviously, he didn't pay any attention to my observations. It was strange that I was usually the one with the most alcohol running through my veins, doing shit I would regret the next morning, but this time I was sober, or at least less drunk than my bandmate, and I couldn't be enjoying every second more.
It was something like two in the morning and we were stranded in some not so transited neighbourhood outside Los Angeles. We had just performed the last concert of Warped Tour, and Alex decided he wanted to celebrate. Everyone else who was with us left early, under the excuse that it was an exhausting day and promising we'd do something tomorrow. It just wasn't in me to leave Alex alone, the boy was too excited about having played the tour we grew up going to, and anything I could do to preserve that smile I would do it, without hesitation.
Once he was at the highest he could climb, he sat down on one of the branches, bopping his head and moving his body side to side to a song that was probably only playing in his head. He had a soft smile across the face, which only became wider when he looked down at me.
—Enjoying the view, Barakat? –he said with a tender, teasing voice when noticing I was almost hypnotized detailing each one of his movements.
—I'm just waiting for you to fall off, I'm too tipsy to catch you –I laughed. He squinted his eyes trying to adapt a serious semblance, but his lips were still slightly curved up as if he was trying to drown a laughter. Those fucking lips...
Before I could form any other thought that would lead me to question myself later, Alex took an impulse and pushed his body facing the ground without previous notice. The tree wasn't that tall, so he could've easily fell on his feet without hurting himself... except he wasn't all that sober. I quickly sprinted to where his body would crash next, but I was right, he landed on his feet and I only wrapped my arms around his waist to make sure he wouln't lose his balance. He collapsed into my grip once he knew I was close. And even when he was stable, he didn't let go, he just let out a loud laugh for the next couple minutes while spinning us around, making my back hit the tree trunk.
—I knew you wouldn't let me fall, Jacky –He said in between laughs, still melted (literally, he wasn't making any effort to stand up for himself) into my arms.
His face was just centimeters away from mine. His eyes were covered by his long caramel bangs. Still I could notice they were swollen and his pupils dilated, but the normal light inside of them was nowhere near dimmed. His cheeks had a light trace of pastel pink that even covered his nose, I assumed it was due to how much he had drank that night even though I unconciously related it to how close our bodies were. I indecently made my eyes mark a path from his eyes to his lips, multiple times, and I noticed he was coming closer everytime I restarted. His breath was getting heavier, it smelled like beer and halls mints. I bit my lower lip to stop my body from proceeding to act on the stupid, impulsive thoughts my mind was creating.
—What are you doing? –he asked.
—What are YOU doing? –I backfired laughing, and praying for him to be drunk enough to not notice how red my cheeks were turning.
His hands formed fists around the neck of my t-shirt. —Let's get out of here.
And all it took was for him to grab my wrist and we started running through the streets of the L.A periphery.
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illicit affairs | jalex
Fanfiction"Everything started spinning around me. It felt like I was back to that cold hallway from a year and a half ago, where everything was just a giant void, and the only thing I could hear was his voice asking me to leave, and my sobs begging for him to...
