Brotherly Love

Jack and Alex's parents get married making them step-brothers, but the two end up sharing a little bit more than just brotherly love. [Jalex.]


2. Chapter Two

My mom and I spent the last week in our apartment packing everything up, not that we had too much to begin with. Our struggle with money kind of costed us everything. That was probably the only thing about moving in with Craig, he was rich, but I really hoped my mom was happy with him. I don't think I could ever her see how she felt with my dad again. “Jack, do you have everything?” my mom came in to my, old, room and asked me. I nodded and picked up the last box. “Than lets go, Craig is waiting. He had Alex clear out half his room for you.” I rolled my eyes. Sharing a room wasn't something I was looking forward too, and based on last week, Alex wasn't so happy about it either. 

I walked out of my room taking a last look at the naked walls that were once covered in band posters. I sighed and walked into the apartment hallway. My mom closed and locked the door. He put her hand on my back pushing me towards the stair and went outside. I put the box in the back of the car and got in the front next to my mom. She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it a little. “Everything's going to be okay now.” I smiled at her then looked out the window I rested my head against the cool glass and closed my eye. I needed to mentally prepare myself for this.

My mom woke me up about an hour later when we were finally back at Craigs house, or should I say, my new home. Craig walked out of the house with Alex and told him to help us with our stuff. He muttered something under his breath, I didn't hear what he said, but It was probably some smart-ass remark. I got a couple bags and boxes and followed Alex into the house leaving my mom and Craig to grab the last of it. Alex led me down this long hallway to his room upstairs. He pushed open a large door to his room. 

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. This wasn't a bedroom, it's was a hotel suit. There was one bed to the left of the room, I'm guessing was Alex’s because it was all made up, messily though. There was another bed to the right, where mine was. I sat my stuff down on my bed and looked at Alex’s side of the room, it looked a lot like how my old room was set up. Messy bed, a computer are the end of the bed and posters taped all over the walls. He actually liked the same music as me. Alex went over to his closet and looked through it. He pulled off his shirt, and I felt hot all over again. 

He was a pretty skinny kid, but had a fair amount of muscle on himself. I gulped and looked away from him. “So,” I started as I looked at his walls again. “You like Blink-182?” I asked. When I looked back over to him he had his shirt back on. 

“Yeah, grew up listening to them.” he said to me and took off his pants. Hell, I wish that he would just stop doing that to me. He was really good legs too.

“Have you ever seen them in concert?” I asked, trying not to sound like I wasn't staring at his ass now. He pulled a new pair of jeans up and looked at me and smirked. Holy hell those jeans made his legs and ass look good. 

“Yeah, like eight times. They never get old, though. They really know how to put on a show.” my eyes practically bulged out of my head. 

“You’ve seen them eight times!?” whisper yelled in shock. I don't know why I was quiet, it's not like his parents could hear us anyway. He shook his head laughing a little bit and sat on his bed. “How?” I asked him. 

“My dad is rich, I can go to whatever concert I want too.” he said and shrugged. Damn, he was one lucky kid. Alex and I were just sitting out on bed looking at each other. “I can take you some time if you want?” I gave him a surprised look. 

“Wait, really?” what? This attractive rich kind wants to take me to a blink concert? I might have actually died a little on the inside. 

“Yeah, is it so hard of you to believe that I can be nice?” Jack just shrugged. “Well I can be. I'm actually really nice. You just have to get to know me first.”

“Doesn't that just mean that you’re a dick and Ill just eventually get used to is?” I laughed, and replied back to him. He shrugged. We seem to do a lot of that. 

“I don't know how long eventually is, you'll probably be out in eight months anyway, just like the rest,” he stopped looked at the floor. He looked back at me and continued talking. “Why do you think that I'm such a bad person anyway?”

“Well,” how the fuck was I supposed to explain that to him? “The first time I met you was last, so it's not a final decision,” I told him trying to sound as nice as possible. “you just seemed really angry and you kind of implied that I was a dog last time I saw you.” Alex got a sorry look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. I was just so angry at my dad and you were just the closest person that I was able to take it out on. I'm just… tired of seeing all these women come in and out of my life. Ever since my mom died, my dad hasn't slowed down one bite. I know it's probably just some kind of coping mechanism, but It sucks.” I nodded. “You have to understand that right? Your mom is young, she probably could get a lot of guys.”

“Maybe, but she doesn't. We’ve had a lot of problems the past couple years. After my dad, I don't think my mom, or me for that matter, could really ever trust someone again. I’ve only ever met your dad once and he seems cool, but I'm sorry too if I ever seem a little cold.” he nodded.

“I guess we both have to get used to this step-brother thing then, right?” he smiled. 

“Yeah.” I told him and laid down resting my head on the insanely soft pillow. I don't think I've ever even laid on a bed this soft in my entire life either. This whole thing was like a crazy dream that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to wake up. Maybe I didn't really want to though. 

“Jack,” I heard Alex mumble. I made a ‘hmm’ sound to let him know that I heard him. “When you said that you could trust other guys… umm… what happened with your dad that made you think that? I mean, if you don't mind me asking.” I sighed and sat back up. I didn't really answer him. “If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay.”

“No, no. it's okay” I told him so he didn't feel so bad. “Lets just say that he wasn't really a dad. He was kind of abusive to me and my mom.” I closed my eyes, I hate him so much for everything he did and didn't do to us.

“oh,” Alex mumbled. “If you ever wanna talk about it, I'm here. And I promise that my dad is nothing like that.” I smiled and thanked him. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad, Alex was actually a really cool person. But at the same time, this whole thing could still be an act just to get on my good side like his dad probably told him too. Either way, his words were comforting. “I'm going to go get something to eat. Do you wanna come?” I thought for a second. 

“Sure.” food would do me good right now. We got up and walked back down his really long hallway until we got to a large opening where the stairs where. “You’ll have to show me around one day.” I laughed and he laughed a little too.

“Yeah, The kitchen is down here.” he led me down the stairs and past a few rooms. We go to a large wooden door and opened it. As everything in this house, the room made my eyes go big in shock. It was like a kitten that you saw in rich people movies. They had two stoves, two refrigerators, endless amounts of cabinets and a large pantry near the back. 

“This is your kitchen?” he hummed and nodded his head yes. He walked us over to one of the refrigerators and got out some jelly then opened a cabinet to get bread and peanut butter out. “What? Not stake for a snack?” I joked with him.

“Nah, we usually have lobster, but Mrs. Abria has to get some more fresh ones.” my eyes widened until I looked over at him smiling. Oh thank God, he was just kidding. “Thought I was being serious for a second there, huh?” I nodded and sat down next to him at a small table in the kitchen. I guess the dining room was for fancy dinners. 

“Sorry I seem so stereotypical, just… this house is so stereotypical.”

“Hey, it's all good. That's why I usually don't bring people over, but just because I'm rich, doesn't mean I'm completely stuck up.” he laughed and passed me the PB&J. I nodded in agreement with him and he took a bit of his sandwich as I started to make my own. 

“Does Mrs. Abria ever cook for you?” he swallowed his bite and sat the rest down. 

“Sometimes. If we are really busy, she does. If we have a party or a fancy dinner for my dads work, she’ll help out. Typically we do a lot of the cooking. Shes really just help. The the other version of help.” he smiled. 

What I noticed of the next little while was that he was a pretty genuine person. He had this amazing smile, that even when he snapped at me, I couldn't help but forgive him. “Do you have a girlfriend?” he asked me out of the blue. I swallowed and shook my head no.

“What about you? Any wonderful rich girls in your life?” I asked him back, joking about the rich girl thing. 

“Nah, I did break up with my most recent girlfriend only a couple weeks ago.” I looked at him and gave him a sorry look. “Hey, don't be sorry. She was a bitch that only used me for my money. That's a sad thing about being rich. You have to watch your back.” I nodded, but I didn't really know what that was like, I just knew about watching my back around my dad.

We were talking before his dad and my mom walked in standing at the end of the table. “Hello boys, is great to see you both getting along this time.” Alex and I just nodded and smiled at them. “Well, we are going to go out to eat, if you don't want to come, I can leave you money for pizza if you want. Unless you already ate.” he dad told us. 

“I don't wanna go.” Alex said first.

“Um, yeah. Me either.” I said right after. I kind of like spending time with Alex.

“Okay,” his dad said reaching into his pants pocket. “Here is $45 to get some pizza later. We will probably be home pretty late, so if you get hungry, just order some pizza. Mrs. Abria is taking a vacation for a couple weeks so behave here on your own. Got it?” we both nodded. “Jack, you seem responsible, keep my son in line.” I nodded. They left and I turned to Alex with a questioning look about the responsible thing. 

“Well let just say that ever since he was gone and I threw a party, it didn't end well.” he told me leaving that ending really vague. 

“What do you mean, ‘didn't end well’” I questioned him.

“Well, the police and the fire marshal got involved. Fun party, not a fun after party.” okay, this kid was weird. I've never really hard parties, but I should probably get used to them now that I'm living with a party boy. 

The hardest part about writing this, I can't find any other fics like this one. It’s a good and bad thing! Let me know what you think c:​

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