#standalonejalex

After a week of travelling 1000 miles around the country following their favourite band, Alex and Jack were on their way home, exhausted.

Alex shows Jack a thing or two about acting his age. Jack shows Alex that growing older does not mean giving everything up.

In which they are happy and she is not.

I felt my body being spun around, a pressure around my middle from where Jack’s arms were wrapped around my waist. I had my arms twisted around his neck, holding myself to him tightly so I wouldn’t fall, or slip out of his grip from the rain that was falling from the sky, landing all around us.

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.

“No I’m not! If Rian wants you hanging all over him like some kind of squid, then so be it, but I am not jealous, I’m so far from jealous that jealous looks li- what are you doing?” he cuts himself off as Alex advances on him. Takes a step back, backing up against the bus beside theirs.

Alex is an insomniac.

Then the door opens and he is joined by another boy; the boy he desires so badly it might actually kill him.