Aug 5, 2018
Five months ago, Jack left Alex, along with their two children. Alex is trying hard to not fall apart, and so are their kids.
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Five months ago, Jack left Alex, along with their two children. Alex is trying hard to not fall apart, and so are their kids.
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“Welcome to the Smame Corner.” Alex says to his discarded friend trying to swipe away all the sand on him. “Thanks for the new member, Kappa Chi Beta Alpha Stigma Meta Data Metro Station. ’m gonna write a fifteen hour song about this experience.”
Beer pong is fun, y'know, until you lose and you don’t even get a single alcoholic drop afterwards. But at least Jack’s got Alex to keep him company.
Written for the Let It Roll (Back To ‘07) Contest
...and it goes, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass!
Alex hates Christmas. He just can't get excited about snow, caroling and shopping for presents. Jack, on the other hand, wears a Santa hat for the entire December and tries every trick to make the vocalist change his mind.
“Alex is a Sag, so ideally, this would be his favorite constellation. But it’s not. No, Alex loves Gemini, the twins, the two brightest stars in the Universe. The center of Alex’s universe. Because Jack is a gemini. It’s the constellation that he looks for every day when he lies outside on his Rugrats blanket.”
My entry for the Last Young Renegades contest!
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Toxic Valentine coughed. Sand, the blood of the desert. It covered as far as the eye could see and much farther than that. It coated his skin and seeped into his bones. He got used to being part of the desert.
All Time Low/Killjoy crossover AU, for the ATFF LYR writing contest.
“Before the car crash, Alex was charismatic, friendly, witty, the whole lot. Now? He can barely stand on two feet.
But thanks to a certain Jack Barakat, he’s not giving up any time soon.”
This is my entry for the LYR writing contest.
8123. Those numbers will forever be etched into his brain. Parties every weekend. Gatherings between just the four of them during the week. Impossible to forget. It’s a part of him. They’re all a part of him. Even Alex.
“What if we are sellouts?” Alex whispers. The words are just barely audible over the sound of Poppin’ Champagne coming from the TV.