Jalex
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Under A Paper Moon (Jalex AU) by justahipsterteen
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Jack is the funny, smart, attractive, "Mr. Popular" of Baltimore High. Alex is the bad boy, exchange student, sent here by his parents to "straighten-up his act". What happens when their paths are forced to cross? - Completed: 27-April-14 - *Sequel out now - A Love Like War*
Therapy (Jalex) by babyyin
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Tom was Alex's hero. What do you do when your hero dies? Worried about her son, Isobel Gaskarth sends Alex to Dr. Bassam Barakat, Towson's best therapist. Dr. Barakat isn't the one that helps Alex the most, though. It's his son, Jack Barakat.
(Jalex) The First Step Towards Repair by iamamerrickan
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Alex Gaskarth transfers to Dulaney High after certain incidents. The generally quiet, sad boy changes when he meets Jack Barakat.
Forced Eternity (Jalex) by SanctionedHell
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Jack is clumsy, lanky and awkward. He's constantly screwing things up. He doesn't think much of himself, but that changes when he's dragged to hell to be Alex's pet mortal for the rest of time.
Smile On His Lips and Cuts On His Hips (Jalex) by Rose682
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What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx