"I can't take this," Jack motioned between the two of them, "Alex, you've been my best friend since fucking freshman year. I know all this pointless shit about you and I can't act like I don't. Can't you just look past one stupid drunken kiss?"

Jack Barakat loves Alex. For a while, Jack thought Alex loved him back. But soon after their new album is released, Alex's personality changes. He's focusing more on the music and not as much on Jack. Jack has to find a way to bring back the old Alex and tell him how he feels before its too late.

Jack loves his life. He has friends, a great family, and a great life in general. But what will happen when he is out one day on a cold winter evening and finds Alex, the loner kid at school who is constantly picked on, standing over the railings of a bridge? (Sadly, I don't own All Time Low)

Alex Gaskarth is constantly picked on at school for being himself. He hates his life and just wonders why he bothers. That was until Jack Barakat came to town. (Boyxboy) An All Time Low Fanfiction. Just sayin.. i dont own All Time Low. allthough it'd be cool if i did!

Alex Gaskarth is a nobody. He's just one small speck that walks the world alone and barely makes it by. He's lived off of his parents ever since he graduated, but now that they've moved back to England and left him in Baltimore, he's barely able to pay to put food on the table. He doesn't have a job (and doesn't care to get one) so the only way that he's able to make money is playing guitar in the local park, but what happens one day when he's approached by a stranger who just so happens to also be a part of the richest family in Baltimore? Jack Barakat is a somebody. Being one of the four children of a wealthy industry owner, he pretty much has enough money to buy whatever he wants and more. He enjoys having money, but there's one problem... Eventually the money runs out and the fact that his father has an obsession with alcohol and his mother is addicted to cocaine isn't helping any. He thought he could have all the fun being rich, but he's at the point where he realizes that the money will eventually get to your head and he wants out of that life. That's when he stumbles across a man playing guitar in the park. That's when he realizes that he may get the chance to live "normally" for once. This is a story I am cowriting on mibba. Jack's point of view: Me, c0l0urfultears Alex's point of view: My coauthor, @EmptySighsAndWine Title credit: Get Down On Your Knees And Tell Me You Love Me - All Time Low Completed but not edited.

(This story says pg-13 but that's only in the beginning) Alex meets a guy named Jack online who also happens to live in Maryland. When the two boys meet and realize they actually go to school together things get a little harder than they already are for the both of them.~ (I really hope you guys like this bc I enjoy writing these :) )

It all began with a kiss, with Alex, my best friend, my band mate, which got me thinking, am I gay? The audience was yelling now. "Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!" They chanted. I blinked, confused. "What?" Alex asked a fan. "Okay" he murmured and made his way over to me. I raised at eyebrow but he didn't say anything. He grabbed my face and softly pecked me on the lips. Dumbfounded I just stood there. "Alright!" Alex picked up the mic skillfully. "This ones called weightless. Hit it!" The drums kicked in and I played as alex pranced around on stage. After that show, fans ordered us to kiss at every venue we performed at. Became a regular thing I guess. I just wished the kisses would last longer... So I admit. I, Jack Barakat, have a crush on my best friend and fellow bandmate, Alex Gaskarth.

Alex is broken to say the very least. He feels like everyone hates him. That is until he gets a new music teacher. Mr. Barakat teaches Alex to use music to get all of his emotions out and maybe falls in love along the way. Teacher/Student. BoyxBoy. Disclaimer: This is all as true as Peter Gaskarth's tutu. Title goes to Fall On Me by Paradise Fears.

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

My first fanfic so yeah. Enjoy. I have like hardcore metal qualms about writing this.