May 4, 2017
You know I was dropped on my head as a child – please forgive me for being so careless.
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You know I was dropped on my head as a child – please forgive me for being so careless.
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Jack brings his ex-boyfriend home for the holidays to pose as though they’re still together. He just wants everything to work out for Christmas.
This was written for Claire/overbearingstruggles for the ATFF Fic Exchange, with the prompt: Fake boyfriends for the holidays.
The cursive script of the capital ‘A’ was swirly and elegant. The tattoo was a simple black and it had been on his body for the better part of a year. He only had four tattoos but the cursive ‘A’ held more meaning than the rest of them combined.
Jack Barakat only loves one thing in this world and that’s money. He has just married into the Merrick family to support his party-boy materialistic lifestyle and everything was going fine… until he met his step-son Zack’s gorgeous best friend, Alex.
I’m a boy.
My name’s Alex. And I’m a fairly normal – and I use that term loosely – 18-year-old boy. I attend high school, I play guitar, I get good grades, and I have the most beautiful girlfriend at Dulaney High. Everything’s normal. Nothing has ever really gone wrong. Sure, I look at guys. Everyone’s a little curious, right?
I mean, I’d never think of actually being with a guy… no, never… Jack Barakat, my best friend’s step-dad, he’s just someone to look at… I don’t like him, I promise I don’t… I love my girlfriend… I would never leave her, or ever cheat on her with a guy… especially a 24-year-old guy… with dark, raven-black hair, and deep chocolate brown eyes… He’s not my type… guys aren’t my type… Alex Gaskarth is not gay.