A/N I hope you like it, it's my first shot at a Jalex fic, and please I would love reviews so I know I'm not wasting my time.
Cruising. That had been about all that Jay had been doing since he had made that mistake. The mistake that cost him the person he probably loved most in the world. It was a dark night, gloomy and rather spooky, but it brought Jay comfort. It was how he felt inside, so therefore, it didn't matter. Rain splattered on the windshield, something that it had been doing for at least half an hour, and Jay found himself close to the small shack that Alex had to call home. It was rather small, and unkept, her parents either too drunk or gone to care about how it looked. The shack was dark, all of the lights were turned off, and it was quiet, the only light coming from the small street lamp on the corner that had just barely illuminated it. He almost kept driving, but he noticed a figure crouched on the curb, shaking and soaked. He realized, with horror, that it was Alex.
She was only wearing a light looking jacket and her white wifebeater with a pair of her faded pants. He stopped the car, and rolled down the window.
"Alex?" he asked softly, and she looked up.
Her eyes were puffy and red, and were full of sorrow, but when she saw who it was, her eyes burned with anger, "What in the hell do you want? Just go away."
"Are you alright?" he asked, ignoring her last comments.
"What does it matter?" she snapped, "Compared to what you did to me, this is nothing."
Guilt washed threw Jay like a tidal wave. He didn't quite know why he had even done that to her, unless he was just trying to find the part of him that he felt like he'd lost. He had lost even more of himself when he lost her.
"Alex….I'm sorry, would you just get in the car? You're going to die or something if you don't. Why are you outside anyway?" He said, rather impatient, but with a sense of caring at the same time.
"You're sorry? You're sorry? Ha, that's funny, and I wouldn't get in that car if you paid me. I'd rather die, and it's not any of your damn business why I'm outside. I thought that I would enjoy getting soaked, I haven't had a good shower in awhile." She said the last part sarcastically, anger raging with every word that left her mouth. She still loved him, sure, but he had hurt her too much for her to want to be with him again. Trust was something that wasn't in her vocabulary anymore.
Jay sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, before he grabbed his hat, and put it on, getting out of the car. Alex had always liked him more without his hat, but his hat did give him more of the badass image that she had really loved about him, well, still loved about him.
"Lexxi….dammit, don't be so stubborn." "Don't call me Lexxi!" She snapped, "You lost that right, and I'll be stubborn if I want to you asshole!" she yelled, glaring at him.
Jay stepped closer to her, his shoes making a soft patter against the cold and wet cement. "Alex…..just tell me what happened." He said in an ordering tone that was filled with curiosity and care.
Alex continued to glare at him, but she didn't have the energy to argue over something as stupid as to why she was out there.
They both knew how her parents were, and Jay had accepted it without a question or smart-ass remark. He was constantly worried about her, but he didn't care for her any less when he knew how her parents were. Of course, his parents were too far away to even care about how he was, and Alex had accepted that too. Their parents didn't matter to them, just each other.
"They left me," she said simply, looking away from him, rather ashamed. Her parents weren't the best, but neither one of them thought that they would leave her all alone. "They took the keys, all the stuff, and left. There's nothing there, they even took my clothes." Her voice was no longer as angry and hateful as it had been, but rather still surprised and upset at the same time. "Why would they take my clothes, Jay? Unless they want to just disown me. I guess I'm no longer their problem." She shivered again, her teeth barely chattering together. Jay could see her breath in the air, and he was afraid that she had been outside so long she would catch something.
Jay's eyes widened, "Shit Alex, are you sure they took your clothes? Have you even been in there?"
Alex nodded her head, "No dumbass, I just figured they did, of course I've been in there."
"Then why didn't you stay in there then come out here? Do you want to die?" he asked, as he sat next to her, not minding that it was making his bottom wet, and the rain had started to pour heavier.
"I didn't want to, it's just as cold in there, and dying doesn't sound so bad right now."
Jay looked at the ground for a moment, not sure what to say. He was such a monster, he was surprised he could even live with himself. Well, was this really living? Drinking away his sorrows and mistakes, when they only came back to haunt him once he passed out? No, that wasn't living, he had stopped truly living when he'd cheated on Alex. Cheating had seemed so dangerous, so rebellious, and Jay had gotten addicted to it. Too addicted to think about what cared most in the world. Not stupid girls coming to you for stupid bracelets that they brag over like trophies.
"Alex….just go for a ride with me…I'll get you some clothes." He said softly, still more of a command than a request. "One ride…please."
Jay had a hard time speaking that word and actually meaning it, because he almost never had to ask for something, he just took it, that's how it had always been. He had never cared for anyone or anything and then she'd happened.
Alex studied the side of his face for a moment, wanting in her mind to tell him to go to hell and get off her curb but something in her heart made her say, her voice just a whisper amongst the pittering pattering of the rain, "Okay."
