I changed my mind, I have waaay better idea for a story.
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I hadn't seen any of the guys in almost seven years. I heard Jerry had a family now. Angel was a solider. Bobby was causing trouble left and right. And the only person who ever cared about me like I cared about him, Jack was probably having sex with tons of girls while he performed with his band.
Not a very settling thought. I couldn't think of him with anyone. It made me sick to my stomach.
I might throw up just thinking about it right now.
My plane had been delayed, so I was late.
I had gotten the call three days ago.
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"Hello?"
"Is this Jessica?"
"Speaking." I say annoyed as I push the phone between my ear and my shoulder. I was working on this drawing I had started yesterday, wasn't sure what it was yet.
"It's Jerry." I almost dropped the phone. Jerry had stopped trying to get ahold of me four years ago.
"Jerry?" I ask surprised, happy.
"Yeah, look I'm still mad at you but you had every right to know."
I sit up putting the drawing on my coffee table, "What's going on."
"It's ma," He stops taking a deep breath. "She was shot a couple days ago."
"No," My eyes had never filled up with tears so fast. My parents were fuck ups so when I met Jack I clung to his family. She understood me without me having to say anything.
"The funeral's in two days. I know it'll be weird but I know she would've wanted her whole family there."
"Of course I'll be there." I say without hestitation. "Are you okay Jerry?"
"I'm not the one you should worry about."
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I sigh as I get out of my taxi. I had left my stuff at the cheap motel. I was wearing black pants, a leather jacket, and a dark blue loose blouse. Evelyn's favorite color on me.
I walk up with the big crowd. That's when I saw them; Jerry, Bobby, and Jack. Crowded together for a second before continuing. Jack looked so helpless. Bobby looked like he was hiding the fact that he could cry at any moment, only I would've seen that.
I was already angry that Angel wasn't there. He better have a good fucking reason.
The service seemed longer than it was. I almost considered not going to Jerry's wake.
But than I found myself being pulled over to Jerry's. No one needed to see me yet, I needed to be cautious.
I pulled up in a taxi, Jack already smoking a cigarette. I saw Bobby walking down the sidewalk, decided to stay hidden just for a little bit longer.
But than I felt someone grabbing my arm. Damn I thought I was being so sneaky.
"Jessica?" I heard the familiar voice. I turn around, grown up Bobby standing in front of me.
"Bobby."
"Oh my god, what are you doing here?"
"Well I'm not really sure what I'm doing here at this patricular moment. But I was here for Evie's funeral."
"Does Jack know you're here?"
"No, not yet."
"Let's keep it that way." He says angrily and shoves my arm away.
I sigh and walk into the house, I duck into the kitchen to see Camilie. "Hey, is there anything you need help with?"
She looks up and smiles, "No thank you honey. Go find Jerry he wanted to talk to you."
I nod and walk outside I saw Jack and Bobby crouched down in front of Jerry's girl Amelia and Daniela, adorable. I try to quickly go back in before another voice stops me.
"Jessica Street?" Officer Green yells across the yard. My eyes widen. Shit.
I turn around caught. Jack looks just as surprised as I was at that moment. I smile and walk over to him, "Hey Green." He gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"How are you doing?"
"Well I was doing pretty good." I say sarcastically.
"Damn it." I hear Bobby mutter under his breath.
Time to face the music.
"Hey Bobby, Jack." I say walking over to them.
"I can't believe you're here." Jack says.
"Me either." Bobby says angrily.
"Jerry called me."
"Where are you staying?" Jack asks.
"The shitty motel in downtown."
"You can't stay there, you should come stay with us. At the house."
"No that's okay. It would be to weird." I shake me head, putting my hands in my pockets.
"You know, you should come stay with us." Bobby says.
"Bobby."
"No I'm serious, it's not like we don't have room."
"Well I'm happy for this little family reunion. But I gotta ask. You keeping straight Bobby?" Green asks, his partner Fowler in tow.
"Straightish."
"Same old Bobby. How about you Jessica?"
"Have I ever kept it straight Green?"
"Good point. Jack sorry about your mom man, give me some love." He gives Jack a hug and than pats him on the back.
Everything else was just a blur, especially when Jack turned to me and our eyes were locked for the rest of the time.
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We pile out of the cars, I grab my suitcase from the cab's trunk, "thanks," I mutter to the cab driver as he droves off.
"Shit Bobby what have you been up to?"
"Oh I'm a freaking college professor Jack," Jack says "not likely."
"What do you think I've been up to?"
I roll my eyes. Same old Bobby.
"What about you still sucking a little cock left and right?"
"Fucker." Jack says ignoring the comment.
"Oh come on Bobby we all know Jack's not gay." I say setting down my suitcase.
"How he managed to score a girl like you, I will never understand." Bobby says as we all pile on to the porch.
"Y'all ain't right for leaving me out here in the cold like this." Angel says when the light comes on.
"Hey little brother you asshole." Bobby says half angrily half joking.
"I missed my flight."
"You also missed our mother's funeral jarhead." Bobby walks over giving him a hug.
Jerry gives him a hug too.
"Shaved off the afro huh?" Jack says giving him a hug.
"Yeah."
"Did you get your teeth whitened?" Jack asks, smartass.
Angel laughs then looks up to me, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Angel never forgave me for leaving.
"I came for Evie's funeral asshole." No need to be mean I had to tell myself.
"I meant here bitch."
"Angel come on," Jack says.
"I was invited."
"Bobby!" He yells walking into the house.
"So fucking dramatic." I roll my eyes walking into the house too.
"Yes Angel?"
"Why was she invited here?"
"She's family. Angel you know that."
"She hasn't been since she decided to leave, how long has it been now?"
"Let it go Angel." Jerry says sitting on the couch.
"No I'm won't it go, this is bullshit."
"Well she's here so move on." Bobby says and walks upstairs. "Jess you take my old room, Angel take your old room, and Jack take yours."
"I'm gonna get something to eat." I say setting down my suitcase. "You guys want something?"
"No." Angel says angrily and walks upstairs. Jack mumbles a "me either."
"How about you Jerry?"
"I'll have a sandwich if that's what you're making." Jerry says from the couch.
"Turkey and Swiss cheese, light mayo and mustard two pieces of lettuce and no tomato. Right?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen.
"Haha, you remember."
"Of course I remember." I smile and take out the stuff.
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"I made you a sandwich." I say leaning against the doorframe of Evie's old room. "Bobby?"
He's hunched over, on the edge of the bed. He looks up, his eyes slightly red underneath.
"You're aloud to cry you know." I say walking in, sitting down next to him.
He shakes his head, "I can't."
"Why? You just lost your mom Bobby." I set down the sandwich on the nightstand and walk back towards the door.
"I better not see you in Jack's room tonight."
I turn around, "Excuse me."
"I've known you forever, I know you."
"I didn't come here for Jack."
"Than what did you come here for?"
"I came to be with my boys while they go through this."
"Yeah okay."
"What you don't believe me?"
"You left remember?"
"Don't you dare act like you give a shit about me leaving. You thought me and Jack were all wrong for each other, admit it you were happy when he told you I left."
"Maybe for a second. My brother cares about you. Almost as much as I care about you." Bobby stands up. "Of course I gave a shit. You hurt him."
"Come on Bobby."
"Why would you talk to him?"
"Maybe to explain, I don't know."
"Yeah if he wants to talk about it."
"Look I know he hates me, he has every right to."
Bobby shakes his head again, "Look just go okay?" He points to the door.
"You need to eat something, eat that sandwich." I say before walking out.
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I was pacing in the kitchen, my favorite room in the house. Well other than Jack's.
To go talk to him or not to go talk to him. That didn't even make sense.
I sigh, talking myself in circles was my speciality.
Might as well. I walk up the stairs. Not remembering I was only wearing a band shirt and boy shorts. My usual pajamas.
I walk in and sit in the desk chair across the bed. He just watches me walk in and continues strumming his guitar.
"Hey." I say lightly. Like walking towards a bear with a stick in my hand.
"Hey, do you want something?" He says no emotion in his voice.
"Can I sleep in here with you?"
He looks up at that. "Are you serious?"
"It's just really weird being in this house. I just don't wanna be alone."
"Do you care if I smoke?"
"That's a new habit." A statement I decided.
"Last seven years." He nods grabbing a bag of Bugler cigarettes, after setting down his guitar. "Are you coming over here or not?" He gets up rolling a cigarette. "I'm gonna change."
I smile and stand up, I slide under the covers.
"Is that what you what you wear to bed?" He asks taking off his shirt.
"It is actually." I giggle.
He gets under them too, he lights the cigarette. I lay down so I'm on the pillow facing his bare stomach. My name is written in fancy cursive. "I can't believe you still have this." I run my fingertips over it lightly.
"Of course." He says taking a drag of his cigarette. "You still have yours?"
I nod, "Yeah I couldn't get it removed.
Silence.
"So who are you more worried about killing you? Angel or Bobby?"
"Angel definitely Angel. But he won't even notice I heard him and Bobby arguing earlier about him going to get la vida loca."
"No way." I laugh, I hadn't heard Sofi's nickname in forever.
"Yeah so he won't even notice."
I feel him lightly stroke my hair. He slides down a bit to lay on the pillow.
"I missed you." He whispers.
"You have no idea how much I missed you." I say closing my eyes, I knew this was a bad idea. I'm gonna end up crying.
"I don't wanna talk about it right now. But just tell me, was it me? Did I do something that made you take off?"
I look up and bring my hands to his face, "It had nothing to do with you. It was all me."
"Promise?"
I nod and close my eyes, laying my hand on his chest. He grabs my hand bringing it to his lips for a second.
So this is the waaay better story I had in mind. Hopefully you'll think it's better too(:
Love reviews.
Have you ever heard of Death Sentence? Garrett Hedlund is bald and covered in tattoos. Surprisingly hot. Haha any I thought I'd share that with you.
