Somebody That I Used To Know
Title: Somebody That I Used To Know
Pairing: Jalex
Author: lovethekirken or ali
P.O.V.: Alex
Rating: PG 13
Summary: No you didn't have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records and then change your number.
Disclaimer: title and summary credits to Gotye!
A/N: at the bottom ; but anything in italics is a flashback!
•••
I jolt awake to the sound of a thunderstorm in the process outside the windows of my penthouse in New York.
It reminds me of him. He's all i ever think about anymore. Jack. How he loved thunderstorms because it just gave him yet another excuse to cuddle with me and watch Home Alone, or run outside to kiss in the rain and dance like there was no tomorrow, not that we ever really needed one, I mean, we loved each other. Couples that love each other don't need excuses to do that kind of stuff. But that's not the case anymore; we don't love each other.
Correction; Jack doesn't love me anymore.
"Alex! It's raining outside!" Jack cried with joy as he pranced into the kitchen where I was putting hot chocolate powder into 2 mugs. The Jack Skellington one for Jack, the Marvel one for me.
"I see that, baby," I reply, smiling at how childish Jack is. I always loved that about him. The littlest things could make his face light up and let that wonderful laugh come out of his mouth.
"Can we go outside!?" he practically screams.
I look over at him, look at the hopefulness in his eyes, the adoration, the excitement. Looking at Jack at times like these, I definitely can't say no, and he knows that. The look isn't exactly like puppy dog eyes, but it's similar. It's better since he's happy and hopeful, not desperate and begging.
As my face breaks into a smile he knows so well, he knows he's won me over so he runs into the next room, throws me a rainproof coat before he puts one on himself, then grabs my hand and we run right out of his front door, immediately getting soaked.
I look over at him spinning in the street, looking up, and smile at him. I can't believe someone as perfect as him is mine. Then I skip over and hold his hands in mine as I pull our bodies together to kiss. This is what perfection feels like, happiness feels like, infinity feels like. This will last forever, so happy I could die.
I rub tears i hadn't known escaped from my eyes at the memory. I just miss him so much. As tears fall, I can't help but let my mind wander to the memory of the day that he left me. It just keeps coming back. The day I found out what heartbreak felt like.
It was about 3 in the morning when I received a text from Jack saying; Alex, meet me at our spot in 10. Urgent.
I have no clue as to how he knew I was awake, but love just knows. So I sent him a confirmation reply and put on a pair of sweats and a hoodie.
When I got to our spot that we found when we were 7, I heard a voice call up to me from the treehouse we built at age 8. It meant a lot to us both.
"Up here," I heard from the treehouse. I didn't think it sounded too much like Jack, but maybe he was just sick, or I was imagining it.
When I had climbed up the wood ladder I had memorized after 10 years of having it up, I knew it wasn't Jack up there from his shadow. The shadow I saw was not tall and lanky like Jack's, but a tad bit shorter and more muscular.
"Zack?" I asked.
"Yea, hey," he said. "Jack couldn't come so he told me to deliver news for him."
"What is it? Is he okay?" I asked suddenly getting frightened.
"He's fine. He's moved on as well," Zack said looking me dead in the eyes.
At those words, I start gaping. My eyes well up with tears, I can't believe Jack would do this. But then again, we didn't have the same friends. His friends had always hated me, mine hating him. Zack could have easily stolen his phone and pranked me. But our friends swore to never fuck with our relationship.
I couldn't believe any of this, so I just climbed down from the treehouse and walked the short walk to Jack's house.
All his lights were off and since it was 3 in the morning I wasn't about to doorbell and wake his entire family, so I climbed up the tree beside his bedroom window and tapped it the secret tap we made up the first time we snuck out together, 3 years ago.
He didn't answer.
I climbed down after waiting and trying to peer into his room. I kind of felt like a stalker but I think saving our relationship is tons more important than that.
The next day at school, I didn't see him at all and we had an identical time table.
During breaks, during lunch, and after school I had been trying to call him. I'd been texting him and facebooking him. It was our thing, we'd be completely annoying to each other if one didn't come to school without an explanation or we didn't skip together.
The day after that, I didn't see him.
A week I went, running to his house, calling, texting, trying everything I could to get in touch with him. Why was he ignoring me?
After that week, I finally saw him at school. He was talking to one of his friends at his locker, just 2 down from mine.
As his friend told him to text him during first period, he confirmed and turned to his locker.
"Jack," I said.
"Alex, hey," he said without really looking up.
"Uhm, what's up?" I asked, clearly confused. "What's wrong?"
"Just text me during first period. I got a new time table and my first is a spare, alright? See you."
No kiss on the lips, no hug, nothing. He didn't even look at me. I was ready to start bawling, I swear.
During first period, second, third, and up until lunch I texted him. When I was excused to go to the washroom I tried calling him but got a machine telling me that his number was no longer in service.
Tears filled my eyes and spilled out, cascading my pale cheeks.
As I wiped my eyes, he walked in. Just my luck. I can clean this mess up, I told myself. Looking back on it, I feel stupid.
"Jack. What's happened?"
"This was a mistake, Alex. I just...I can't be together with you anymore, I came to realization that I want children. My own children."
"All of a sudden you're telling me you're straight? Jack, we've been together for 3 years. We've done things that aren't easily forgotten. We've said things that stick. You know that I love for and would do anything for you. You're just throwing that away? Throwing me away?" I said. Tears once again filling my eyes.
3 seconds of silence and hot, salty tears were again painting my canvas cheeks.
"We can still be friends.." he says awkwardly, scratching his neck.
And that's when I flee the room, run down the halls, and leave the school. I run to our spot and climb into our treehouse. I lie in his sleeping bag and bask in his scent as I cry.
My heart is on the floor and I don't know what to do now that I don't know Jack anymore. He's just somebody that I used to know.
As the thought of no longer knowing Jack anymore runs through my mind yet again, I slice my skin with a razor.
He and I once promised that we'd never self harm, we'd talk to each other before doing anything stupid like that. Something that would take us away from each other. But since I don't know who he is any longer, I push that vow away.
I'm nothing to him.
We haven't spoken to each other in nearly 7 months and I just really fucking want to see him. I want to cuddle him, and talk about life with him.
But as blood rushes out of my skin, I think of how none of that will ever happen again, he won't be able to save me like he'd done so many times before.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Who's ringing my doorbell at midnight?
I push my sleeve down, lucky I'm wearing a baggy sweatshirt. I don't remember if I bought it sizes bigger, or if the bagginess is due to the weight I've lost from the days I hadn't eaten after my last encounter with Jack.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Torn from my thoughts, I go to the front door and open the door, impulsively not looking through the peep hole. I see a stranger as I open it. Someone I don't know, but I know his name.
"Jack," I say, emotionless.
He just looks me straight in the eyes. I can't read what his eyes are trying to tell me, sorrow maybe?
He cut me off from his life for so long, I can't even remember what his expressions are. Because I don't know him anymore.
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A/N: alright so I guess that that's a really awful ending.. My previous fic is on hiatus because im really stumped on that. i have no clue as to whether i should leave this as a one shot because i kind of suck at writing or make it into a chaptered thing because the ending is so awful. help?
Pairing: Jalex
Author: lovethekirken or ali
P.O.V.: Alex
Rating: PG 13
Summary: No you didn't have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records and then change your number.
Disclaimer: title and summary credits to Gotye!
A/N: at the bottom ; but anything in italics is a flashback!
•••
I jolt awake to the sound of a thunderstorm in the process outside the windows of my penthouse in New York.
It reminds me of him. He's all i ever think about anymore. Jack. How he loved thunderstorms because it just gave him yet another excuse to cuddle with me and watch Home Alone, or run outside to kiss in the rain and dance like there was no tomorrow, not that we ever really needed one, I mean, we loved each other. Couples that love each other don't need excuses to do that kind of stuff. But that's not the case anymore; we don't love each other.
Correction; Jack doesn't love me anymore.
"Alex! It's raining outside!" Jack cried with joy as he pranced into the kitchen where I was putting hot chocolate powder into 2 mugs. The Jack Skellington one for Jack, the Marvel one for me.
"I see that, baby," I reply, smiling at how childish Jack is. I always loved that about him. The littlest things could make his face light up and let that wonderful laugh come out of his mouth.
"Can we go outside!?" he practically screams.
I look over at him, look at the hopefulness in his eyes, the adoration, the excitement. Looking at Jack at times like these, I definitely can't say no, and he knows that. The look isn't exactly like puppy dog eyes, but it's similar. It's better since he's happy and hopeful, not desperate and begging.
As my face breaks into a smile he knows so well, he knows he's won me over so he runs into the next room, throws me a rainproof coat before he puts one on himself, then grabs my hand and we run right out of his front door, immediately getting soaked.
I look over at him spinning in the street, looking up, and smile at him. I can't believe someone as perfect as him is mine. Then I skip over and hold his hands in mine as I pull our bodies together to kiss. This is what perfection feels like, happiness feels like, infinity feels like. This will last forever, so happy I could die.
I rub tears i hadn't known escaped from my eyes at the memory. I just miss him so much. As tears fall, I can't help but let my mind wander to the memory of the day that he left me. It just keeps coming back. The day I found out what heartbreak felt like.
It was about 3 in the morning when I received a text from Jack saying; Alex, meet me at our spot in 10. Urgent.
I have no clue as to how he knew I was awake, but love just knows. So I sent him a confirmation reply and put on a pair of sweats and a hoodie.
When I got to our spot that we found when we were 7, I heard a voice call up to me from the treehouse we built at age 8. It meant a lot to us both.
"Up here," I heard from the treehouse. I didn't think it sounded too much like Jack, but maybe he was just sick, or I was imagining it.
When I had climbed up the wood ladder I had memorized after 10 years of having it up, I knew it wasn't Jack up there from his shadow. The shadow I saw was not tall and lanky like Jack's, but a tad bit shorter and more muscular.
"Zack?" I asked.
"Yea, hey," he said. "Jack couldn't come so he told me to deliver news for him."
"What is it? Is he okay?" I asked suddenly getting frightened.
"He's fine. He's moved on as well," Zack said looking me dead in the eyes.
At those words, I start gaping. My eyes well up with tears, I can't believe Jack would do this. But then again, we didn't have the same friends. His friends had always hated me, mine hating him. Zack could have easily stolen his phone and pranked me. But our friends swore to never fuck with our relationship.
I couldn't believe any of this, so I just climbed down from the treehouse and walked the short walk to Jack's house.
All his lights were off and since it was 3 in the morning I wasn't about to doorbell and wake his entire family, so I climbed up the tree beside his bedroom window and tapped it the secret tap we made up the first time we snuck out together, 3 years ago.
He didn't answer.
I climbed down after waiting and trying to peer into his room. I kind of felt like a stalker but I think saving our relationship is tons more important than that.
The next day at school, I didn't see him at all and we had an identical time table.
During breaks, during lunch, and after school I had been trying to call him. I'd been texting him and facebooking him. It was our thing, we'd be completely annoying to each other if one didn't come to school without an explanation or we didn't skip together.
The day after that, I didn't see him.
A week I went, running to his house, calling, texting, trying everything I could to get in touch with him. Why was he ignoring me?
After that week, I finally saw him at school. He was talking to one of his friends at his locker, just 2 down from mine.
As his friend told him to text him during first period, he confirmed and turned to his locker.
"Jack," I said.
"Alex, hey," he said without really looking up.
"Uhm, what's up?" I asked, clearly confused. "What's wrong?"
"Just text me during first period. I got a new time table and my first is a spare, alright? See you."
No kiss on the lips, no hug, nothing. He didn't even look at me. I was ready to start bawling, I swear.
During first period, second, third, and up until lunch I texted him. When I was excused to go to the washroom I tried calling him but got a machine telling me that his number was no longer in service.
Tears filled my eyes and spilled out, cascading my pale cheeks.
As I wiped my eyes, he walked in. Just my luck. I can clean this mess up, I told myself. Looking back on it, I feel stupid.
"Jack. What's happened?"
"This was a mistake, Alex. I just...I can't be together with you anymore, I came to realization that I want children. My own children."
"All of a sudden you're telling me you're straight? Jack, we've been together for 3 years. We've done things that aren't easily forgotten. We've said things that stick. You know that I love for and would do anything for you. You're just throwing that away? Throwing me away?" I said. Tears once again filling my eyes.
3 seconds of silence and hot, salty tears were again painting my canvas cheeks.
"We can still be friends.." he says awkwardly, scratching his neck.
And that's when I flee the room, run down the halls, and leave the school. I run to our spot and climb into our treehouse. I lie in his sleeping bag and bask in his scent as I cry.
My heart is on the floor and I don't know what to do now that I don't know Jack anymore. He's just somebody that I used to know.
As the thought of no longer knowing Jack anymore runs through my mind yet again, I slice my skin with a razor.
He and I once promised that we'd never self harm, we'd talk to each other before doing anything stupid like that. Something that would take us away from each other. But since I don't know who he is any longer, I push that vow away.
I'm nothing to him.
We haven't spoken to each other in nearly 7 months and I just really fucking want to see him. I want to cuddle him, and talk about life with him.
But as blood rushes out of my skin, I think of how none of that will ever happen again, he won't be able to save me like he'd done so many times before.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Who's ringing my doorbell at midnight?
I push my sleeve down, lucky I'm wearing a baggy sweatshirt. I don't remember if I bought it sizes bigger, or if the bagginess is due to the weight I've lost from the days I hadn't eaten after my last encounter with Jack.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Torn from my thoughts, I go to the front door and open the door, impulsively not looking through the peep hole. I see a stranger as I open it. Someone I don't know, but I know his name.
"Jack," I say, emotionless.
He just looks me straight in the eyes. I can't read what his eyes are trying to tell me, sorrow maybe?
He cut me off from his life for so long, I can't even remember what his expressions are. Because I don't know him anymore.
•••
A/N: alright so I guess that that's a really awful ending.. My previous fic is on hiatus because im really stumped on that. i have no clue as to whether i should leave this as a one shot because i kind of suck at writing or make it into a chaptered thing because the ending is so awful. help?