I woke up, rolling over in the hotel bed and yawning. It was already around noon, and we were going to have only one more day of bliss relaxation before we were going to be heading out on the road again. I sat up, yawning and looking around me to see that Spencer and Peter, who I was sharing a room with, were already awake. I turned in the bed, stretching out my legs, closing my eyes for a few moments before standing up and walking over to the door and opening it.
I found myself in the living room, stretching out my arms and looking down at my ensemble. A pair of red checkered boxers, ruffled brown hair, and well, that was it. I looked up, at the site in front of me. It was weird not to hear the oh-so annoying sound of the beeping from video games…apparently no one was playing this morning. As I gained the ability to see straight, I looked at the scene in front of me.
Brendon, Spencer, and Jon were sitting on one side of the living room, squishing onto one couch and…Jac and some other guy were sitting on a couch on the other side, Peter on the floor. Jac?! What the fuck was she doing back? "Jac…" I said, blinking in disbelief. "What are you doing back?" I asked, my voice soft and quiet. Who was this guy?
"Oh well…my parents are fine, so I decided to come back." She said, blushing. She was blushing? She was scared? She had just showed up on surprise for a second time with out even as much as one phone call to let me know that she was coming. And now, the second time, I would've been at least prepared to see her. But, no. I had to figure out who the fuck this mystery guy was.
"Err, come on guys. Let's show Andrew where the pool is." Brendon said, standing up and ushering Jon, Spencer, and Peter out of the room along with the mystery guy. I leaned against the wall, giving me easy access to look him over. He looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. He had sandy blond hair, and a scared expression on his face that put a smirk on my face.
Brendon shot me a 'good luck' face before closing the door. I sighed, closing my eyes. Once more, I had to say these all too familiar words. "Explain, Jac. And I don't want any of this shit, just tell me what the fuck is going on. I'm done playing guessing games, this is just getting ridiculous. You think that this is all fun and games? This is work, Jac. This is how I make my living, I don't know what makes you think that you can come in here and spring all of these things on me." I hissed.
Jac's face was pale, and I looked her over, my eyebrows furrowed. "What is there to explain, Ryan?" She asked. I took a deep breath, exhaling and trying to push out all of the anger inside of me. Wait a second---why was I even feeling this? I shouldn't be. I mean, I didn't know who this guy was. He could be Jac's cousin for all I knew. Not that I cared, if she was dating him, oh well. Oh fuck it, who was I kidding? I was jealous as fuck.
"Who—who is he?" I asked, looking into her eyes, trying not to stutter, but I couldn't help it. Silence. It hung in the air, thick and heavy. I waited for her reply, crossing my arms over my chest, still leaning against the door frame. She looked as shocked as a deer who got stuck in the road with head lights shone on it. I clenched my jaw in anger. I wasn't going to hurt her or something, but I just had so much anger, so much fright. I wanted to know what was going on, and getting answers from Jac was like trying to get a lion to jump through hoops by just saying 'jump!' Impossible.
"His name's Andrew," She explained, her voice caught me off guard. No way. She was actually going to tell me? I had expected to try and bribe her to tell me at least three more times. But, hey, who was complaining? I listened, sitting down across from her, not daring to sit next to her. It would just be too weird, and god knows if she started crying or something, I wouldn't know what to do. "He's my…my boyfriend, Ryan. I've been dating him since about three months after I left." She said.
No fucking way. My jaw would've dropped to the floor if it wasn't for the fact that my chin was resting on my palms. I didn't speak, I wanted her to finish what she was saying. "What?" I asked, the word accidentally slipping out. So now she was lying to me? I had thought that I was her only…she had told me that. She had told me straight to my face. "I thought I was your only…" I whispered, not sure what to make of all of this.
"Ryan, no!" She leaned forward in the couch. "You are my only. I haven't slept with Andrew. I mean, I shouldn't have brought him here…" She whispered, her eyes traveling down to the floor. I sat straight up, not showing any emotion, like a cement wall, emotionless. "Like fuck you shouldn't." I hissed, my eyes narrowing.
"Ryan, please—" She started to speak but I didn't want to hear it. I shook my head. "Why are you even staying?" I asked. Silence, again. God fucking dammit. Everything that Jac touched turn to utter chaos. She wasn't making me happy, she wasn't doing me a favor by keeping her here. I loved Peter, I had grown almost attatched to him in the past few days. But, if by just getting Jac out of my life meant him leaving too, then god dammit, I'd want it.
I didn't want her to leave. I wanted to give us another shot. But I couldn't. She was draining me physically and emotionally and I couldn't be this torn up and try to please thousands of people a day at our concerts. "Because I love you." She finally whispered. I stared like a dipshit, just looking at her. It finally sunk in and I rose to my feet. "Fucking prove it then, Jac." I hissed, walking away and slamming my door.
I collapsed on the un made bed, staring up at the ceiling, closing my eyes. This had to be some kind of punishment. But for what, I wasn't sure.
