Status: ON HIATUS, 21/1/12
Baby It's Fact
To Tweet Or Not To Tweet?
On the bus journey home I sulked. Correction: sulked and glared at Matt.
8 months? My longest relationship lasted 3.
Weeks.
"Jaaaack." Alex smiled.
"Eau de Vodka?"
"I drunk-tweeted."
Damn. I thought I was easily amused. Then again, I was talking to Drunk Alex. Maybe it was best to play along...
"That's good for you, 'Lex." I grinned.
He put his arms round my neck.
"Thank yooou. You're the best husband everrr." he slurred.
I sat up suddenly. Alex went flying.
"Weh?"
"SHIT!"
Zack started laughing again. I swear he gets kicks out of my misfortune-and he's meant to be one of the 'nice' band members.
"Alex what did you write?!"
Not only was Drunk Alex easily amused, he liked being honest and open about stuff he wouldn't usually say sober.
He looked confused.
"I wrote?"
He's also a dipshit when he's drunk.
I whipped out my iPhone.
"Twitter. AlexAllTimeLow. Load already you piece of crap!"
"Jack! Are you and Alex having a fight?"
I could imagine Flyzik's smirk.
"Fuck you!" I screamed.
"Aren't you even going to try and be faithful to Alex?" he retorted.
Eww.
I read the tweet.
AlexAllTimeLow: good times with th huby :) Yeeah it's realzzzzzz
I started breathing again. His spelling when he was drunk was actually decent. Maybe I should ask for his technique...
It reminded me that I was yet to go online. I sighed.
To tweet or not to tweet?
Fuck it.
JackAllTimeLow: Excuse @AlexAllTimeLow's spelling. What he means is, we're sorry that we couldn't invite anybody (shotgun wedding, natch) but the pictures are pretty good.
Now to look at the messages.
@JackAllTimeLow: OMG U BASTERD YOU STOLE MI HUSBUN!!!1111
@JackAllTimeLow: Yes!! Barakarth *does* exist!
@JackAllTimeLow: Why are you a trending topic?
We were trending topics?!
I looked up when Alex collapsed onto my lap. He started snoring a few seconds later.
JackAllTimeLow: Trending topics? Fuck yeah!
I couldn't sit down for long.
"Glurgh." mumbled Alex as he hit the floor. He muttered for a bit longer before sleeping more heavily. If that was possible.
What to do, what to do.
@"JackAllTimeLow Cutie, I'm disappointed in you. You didn't call me :( How's Alex? xx"
Shit.
Rebbecca.
Well I was complaining about being bored a minute ago.
"Hey Rebbecca."
"Oh hey Jack! What happened to Alex?"
"Err. He's sleeping."
She giggled really loudly. I was way too used to fake laughs...
"Oh, Jack. You called me at a bad time, you know. I'm going out on a date."
"OK."
I sounded so depressed.
"But he won't be here for another 10 minutes. What's wrong?"
"Meh."
"Jack."
"I gotta stay with him for 8 months."
"Well that's not so bad!"
Silence.
"Think of the girls who'd kill to be in your position." she added.
"I'd rather not."
She sighed.
"Well I've got to go."
"Bye."
"Bye, Jack."
Why did I have the sudden urge to curl up in my pyjamas with a tub of Ben and Jerry's and snuggle with someone?
8 months? My longest relationship lasted 3.
Weeks.
"Jaaaack." Alex smiled.
"Eau de Vodka?"
"I drunk-tweeted."
Damn. I thought I was easily amused. Then again, I was talking to Drunk Alex. Maybe it was best to play along...
"That's good for you, 'Lex." I grinned.
He put his arms round my neck.
"Thank yooou. You're the best husband everrr." he slurred.
I sat up suddenly. Alex went flying.
"Weh?"
"SHIT!"
Zack started laughing again. I swear he gets kicks out of my misfortune-and he's meant to be one of the 'nice' band members.
"Alex what did you write?!"
Not only was Drunk Alex easily amused, he liked being honest and open about stuff he wouldn't usually say sober.
He looked confused.
"I wrote?"
He's also a dipshit when he's drunk.
I whipped out my iPhone.
"Twitter. AlexAllTimeLow. Load already you piece of crap!"
"Jack! Are you and Alex having a fight?"
I could imagine Flyzik's smirk.
"Fuck you!" I screamed.
"Aren't you even going to try and be faithful to Alex?" he retorted.
Eww.
I read the tweet.
AlexAllTimeLow: good times with th huby :) Yeeah it's realzzzzzz
I started breathing again. His spelling when he was drunk was actually decent. Maybe I should ask for his technique...
It reminded me that I was yet to go online. I sighed.
To tweet or not to tweet?
Fuck it.
JackAllTimeLow: Excuse @AlexAllTimeLow's spelling. What he means is, we're sorry that we couldn't invite anybody (shotgun wedding, natch) but the pictures are pretty good.
Now to look at the messages.
@JackAllTimeLow: OMG U BASTERD YOU STOLE MI HUSBUN!!!1111
@JackAllTimeLow: Yes!! Barakarth *does* exist!
@JackAllTimeLow: Why are you a trending topic?
We were trending topics?!
I looked up when Alex collapsed onto my lap. He started snoring a few seconds later.
JackAllTimeLow: Trending topics? Fuck yeah!
I couldn't sit down for long.
"Glurgh." mumbled Alex as he hit the floor. He muttered for a bit longer before sleeping more heavily. If that was possible.
What to do, what to do.
@"JackAllTimeLow Cutie, I'm disappointed in you. You didn't call me :( How's Alex? xx"
Shit.
Rebbecca.
Well I was complaining about being bored a minute ago.
"Hey Rebbecca."
"Oh hey Jack! What happened to Alex?"
"Err. He's sleeping."
She giggled really loudly. I was way too used to fake laughs...
"Oh, Jack. You called me at a bad time, you know. I'm going out on a date."
"OK."
I sounded so depressed.
"But he won't be here for another 10 minutes. What's wrong?"
"Meh."
"Jack."
"I gotta stay with him for 8 months."
"Well that's not so bad!"
Silence.
"Think of the girls who'd kill to be in your position." she added.
"I'd rather not."
She sighed.
"Well I've got to go."
"Bye."
"Bye, Jack."
Why did I have the sudden urge to curl up in my pyjamas with a tub of Ben and Jerry's and snuggle with someone?
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Wooooooooo :P Thank you to my very sexual readers (that sounds so wrong...) and suscribers. Plus, Tricia (mcr4evatrish-she caught up with me and got a mibba account) is writing a Frerard. Not my kind of thing buuuut she read my story and I'm reading hers cause she the most awesomest bestie everrr. For realz.