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A bouquet of peace lilies arrive on Alex’s doorstep.

Written for the April entry of the ATL Microfic challenge.

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It had been thirty-six weeks, and Jack Barakat had moved on.

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Alex was a creator, until his muse died, along with his brother. His world is bleak and dark; so how could Jack, a destroyer, possibly put Alex's life back together?

Alex was a creator.

Jack was a destroyer. Together, they create a beautiful disaster.

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You go back to her, and I'll go back to black.

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Alex believed Jack was his forever.

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"On a paper boat I convey all my feelings to you, hoping that one day, you'd love me too."

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Alex somehow always found himself crying in Matt's arms, but one time, it was because he was happy.

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"Let's get you out of these wet clothes," he murmurs, and it won't be until later (much later) that he realizes that he took that line right out of some b-movie.

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It hurts to try, but it hurts worse to give up.

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“There's no one else I'd rather share the top of the world with.”

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"It's just me. What are you scared of?"

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"I am locking your gay cats in the bathroom for the next two hours, and then I am going to fuck you into oblivion," Rian announces as he walks into Zack's apartment the following Saturday, going over to the cat basket and completely scaring them out of their wits when he grabs the sleeping cats by the fur on the back of their necks and lifts them up, dropping them in the bathroom and then closing the door.

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Alex was cool for a dead guy, like an unrequested but still neato roommate.

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50. Have a song written about me.

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“What brings you around?” John asks him, continuing to zip up his jeans after being interrupted when Alex opened the door. “My guess is the free booze.” “Well I’ll be honest,” Alex smirks, that stupid trademark smirk that everyone, including John, melts over. He sits down on the couch across the room, puts his feet up on the table in front of him and says, “That’s a huge reason to come here. Considering my band has a night off and we don’t really have to be anywhere until noon tomorrow. But, there were other things that really convinced me to come by.”

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Alex has a disfiguration and no friends. Until Jack comes along and heals him.