Alex doesn't even know what he did wrong. Jack just won't speak.

Alex is a 23 year old man in Baltimore, Maryland. He just lost his job, is dealing with his sick father, and got broken up with. To make matters worse, his ex had taken everything from him. Alex stumbles into a bar, gets some free pity drinks from the bartender. He sees a guy sitting at table and is intrigued. Bartender gives Alex a little rundown of the black haired guy, then tells Alex to bring him a drink. Jack was his name. Jack and Alex talk, and I guess we'll see what happens next.

Our Street Corners Keep Secrets This is me asking for a brick to be thrown through my window,
 a message attached that reads, "Why can't you just wake up?" 
I am not a star, 
don't look up to me in hopes of finding something more. 
 That which is out of reach does not promise anyone a goddamn thing.
 Hope arises in possibility,
 but possibility is fragmented and selfish,
 so don't think for a second that I am safe ground to walk on. 
I will sink beneath the feet of a thousand traveling companions,
 and make ruin of any city's foundations,
 because concrete and steel can never tell a soul how it feels.
 Our street corners keep secrets, and our road signs only suggest,
 never deciding for us,
 never knowing if the destination to which they lead, 
is where we truly belong.
 Life's greatest tragedy is not that it will some day end,
 but that most of us just live to follow directions,
 and many times we end up totally lost. - Alexander William Gaskarth

Recently I've been writing a lot of Jalex oneshots in my notepad so I've decided to upload them here so yeah hi

If it wasn't for one faulty clasp, Jack Barakat and Alex Gaskarth would have been nothing more than another one night stand to each other. If Jack hadn't been rushing to college, they never would have met properly in the daylight. If Alex hadn’t had to get to work early, they never would have fallen for one another. If the pendant hadn’t caught the light, they never would have torn each other apart. But on that day, late January, that seemingly insignificant piece of metal did break. Jack was late. Alex was forced to be early. The sun shone at the right angle. And that made all the difference.

Alex is a troublemaker, yet he doesn't want to be. It's just that when people get too close, or too personal for his comfort, he snaps. Events of his past have left him afraid of almost any physical contact, and other people in general. He's trying to mend his broken life, and is offered a fresh start after being expelled from his last school. Jack, on the other hand, is depressed. He feels worthless, like a waste of life and space, and has just about the lowest self-esteem possible. He's searching for the affection and comfort he so desperately needs. The meet at a bus stop one day, but are torn apart when Alex has to suddenly run off, without even giving the boys a chance to exchange names. Half a year later, the pair is reunited, when Jack is assigned to be Alex's tour guide on his first day at Dulaney High. Their feelings for one another quickly grow, though they're confused about where, exactly, the relationship is headed. Can the two boys help each other? Are they enough?

One minute - that's all it takes for me to fall in love with the dusty blonde haired stranger and for Alex to be certain with the identity of his next victim - me. And there I was; drugged, tied to a mattress, raped, attacked and yet I felt guilty. It was my fault Alex was like this. I wasn't complying. I'd messed up his life and I need to feel sorry for him; he knows what's right and that's that I deserve this. I deserve this all.

Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth (aka Jalex) Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or All Time Low. I only own the fic ;) Warning: Smut, teasing, and dirty talk will be included! Summary: Alex has been teasing Jack all day. Over the corse of hours, Jack is so hot and bothered he decides to mess with Alex on stage. After the show is over, Jack decides to get even. (No hate! If you don't like it, don't read it!) Title Cred: I Feel Like Dancin' by All Time Low