I'm Wasted, You Can Taste It - prologue
- Current location: my bed
- Current mood: awake
- Current music: if it means a lot to you - adtr
Title: I’m Wasted, You Can Taste It
Author: lovethekirken
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: PG 13 (each chapter will individually be rated)
Summary: Jack, the school slut, will do anything to meet his favourite band, Blink 182, consisting of Travis Barker, Mark Hoppus, Tom Delonge, and Alex Gaskarth. He’d rebel his way into jail, whore his way out, even risk his whole life for them. All in hopes that once he does meet them, Alex will love him the way he loves Alex. But does Jack really know what love is? And if he doesn’t, will he stay to let Alex teach him what it is, or run from this person like he’s used to doing?
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone as much as I fucking want to. Title cred to the song; Broad Ripple Is Burning by Margot & the Nuclear So & So’s, cut to ADTR
A/N: at the end!
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I fucking screamed. Almost screamed for the most part. But seriously. Who gives a shit about what type of sound I just fucking made. Oh, why, you ask was I making scream-type noises all alone on a lonely street in Baltimore, Maryland? Well.....I, JACK BASSAM BARAKAT, HAVE JUST WITNESSED THE OFFICIAL ANNOUNCING OF BLINK 182 COMING TO MY CITY. YES. TOM DELONGE, MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, AND ALEX GASKARTH. PLAYING LIVE. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME IN JUST 4 DAYS. There was a poster hanging from the window of the local music store, HMV. I was so excited, I wanted to tell someone. But I didn’t know who to run to. Sure, I had my friends..but they were all interested in stupid mainstream, pop music and all that rap shit like Pitbull, Usher, and such. Only 2 of them weren’t. They were the different friends in my little group. Rian and Zack. But obviously they didn’t care about me. They gave up on caring for me when they found out I threw myself at basically everyone and when I wasn’t having sex, I was cutting myself until I bled so much, you could have filled a fucking tub and refused to let them help me. But seriously. These were my escapes! How could you give up the 2 things that help me escape the life I live. The utterly bitter and disgusting life I live. The life without anyone to care about me. Not one fucking person. My parents left me with my alcoholic uncle when I was only 4 months old. I have no friends, and what girl or guy (yea, I'm bi) would ever like a guy that’s tall and lanky and awkward and has sex with any moving thing for money like me? I’m a sick bastard.
Anyways, enough about me and my gross life. I wanna talk about Blink. Blink coming to my city and me potentially meeting them, damnit this is gonna be awesome! As I walk ‘home’, I think about their set list, the merch I’ll be able to get my paws on, the push and sway of other people’s bodies on mine in the mosh pit. It’s all gonna be amazing and it’s all gonna feel like home to me. Because concerts are my home and music is my friend. The friend that cares about me, that can finish my sentences and talk for me when I'm too choked up, that won’t walk out on me and stop caring for whatever reason. It’s the one friend that will always be there to inspire and encourage and I’m constantly coming 2 steps closer to it and every concert I attend. I run to my aunts house to tweet about it. As I run, I can’t help but think about how fucking wonderful this is going to be.
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A/N: kso this is the first chapter to the first chaptered fic ive ever written/posted onto livejournal! i hope you guys dont think it's sucky :-) & im sorry its so short! longer chapters are to come!