"I-I can't loose y-you Jacky," Alex was crying harder, completely loosing himself through the emotions. He wanted to be strong for Jack and he told himself he would when the time came, but he couldn't. He couldn't pretend to be okay.

"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?"

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.