Jack Barakat has had enough of being upset with his life and is taking charge of his own happiness. He pledges to never revert back to his old self, and be who he truly is. Even if who he truly is attracts Alex Gaskarth, the asshole.

IDK WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS I NEED HELP "Jack! Who could deny these butterflies!!?" Alex yelled. "Alex, I just don't like that way!" Jack shouted back, "now, please just leave me alone." "I don't know why you're making this so hard!!" Alex grabbed Jack's hand, "It feels like war...love feels like war." Jack sighed, "Alex... Please stop talking to me with the lyrics to our songs."

"You don't have friends?" She asked. "Nope. Never have, never will." I mumbled. And that, is how I started to talk to a boy across the world. 3,564 Miles Away.

Drinking 'Til I Made Out With You

Alex was a bored prince. Jack was an exciting outsider, who stepped on Alex's flowers. ©McDougallBooty & buttnectar©

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

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.

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 typing... jack is typing... possible trigger warnings: swearing and caps lock first full fic nice

jak n alex so much sexul tention omg wut happens wen alex finds jak's secret notebook