I've Got Your Picture, I'm Coming With You Part 1
I'm back!!
So, this story is written for Amanda, because she didn't like how I ended my last one. I don't have "Chapters" per say in this one, just where it jumps a passing of time.
The first part is a bit weird, but stick with it, please, I hope you find that it gets better!
THANK YOU FOR READING!
As always, I don't own anyone, none of this is real, blah blah blah, you know the drill.
My name is Rose. Most people here know me as “Blossom” or “Bloss” for short. It started out as a nickname from a kindergarten teacher who was trying to be cute, but stuck around long after primary school. I’m 29 now, but this story starts when I was 22. I met a guy in a bar one night, when I was blind drunk, and he changed my life. I’d like to think that I have some influence on him, but probably not. No one could ever change the great Jack Barakat unless he wanted them to.
---
It started out as fun and games, I don’t remember recognising him in the bar, but I do remember thinking “Dear God, how in the hell did I end up in bed with Jack Barakat?!?” the next morning. I also knew my best friend Zoey, and her boyfriend Josh, were going to kill me when they worked out where I was. It was supposed to be a couples trip. I’d finally found a steady boyfriend, but that changed when I found out a week before we left for the trip that he was cheating on me. The knife was still firmly stuck in my chest when I met Jack.
After fully waking up and working out I was still dressed (Thank God!) I headed into the bathroom to work out where in the hell I was. Nothing in there had a hotel name on it. Luckily, Jack was awake when I returned and he filled in the gaps in my memory of the night before, the biggest one being that nothing had happened, other than some highly drunken making out. For whatever reason, which to this day I still cannot work out, I told him my life story then. All of it. Family drama, friend drama, school drama. All of it poured out, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. Instead of freaking out and calling hotel security like a normal person would, Jack told me his story. Girlfriend troubles, the entire back story of his band (Don’t believe everything you read kids!), all of it. 7 years later and I’ve learned that Jack’s never lied to me. He’s avoided telling me things, but never lied. I don’t think he can. Good trait in a boy. We’ve been friends ever since that night. I’ve flown countless hours to see him for 5 minutes in between interviews and shows, and never once regretted it, which is probably why, when Flyzik called, I flew straight there.
Phone calls from Mr. James Matthew Flyzik are rarely ever good news when the boys are on tour. Even worse when they happen at 3 am like this one did. I’d just fallen asleep after a stressful day trying to sort out a client without strangling them. Then the phone rings. All I can say is Matt’s lucky that he’s cute.
“Matt, it’s 3 am, what the hell?!”
“Sorry Bloss, you know I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing to be concerned about, I promise.”
“Then can it wait another... say 4 hours?”
“It’s about Jack, and I thought you should know.” Quickest way to wake me up, and he knows it. Bastard.
“I’m awake now, tell me or I’m jumping down this phone line to strangle you.”
“I think he got dumped.”
“Okay... this is waking me up at 3 am because...?”
“He’s been weird about it, won’t talk to anyone, he’s stage performance is nose diving. Last time this happened this bad, it was with... well, you know.” Yeah, I knew. When Holly dumped him for the last time. I pulled him out of it. I was also the reason it had happened in the first place, not that Jack was aware that I knew that. Apparently, he couldn’t shut up about this girl he’d met whilst in Australia (Me) and Holly had thought he’d cheated... worse than we had.
“Is he close? Can I talk to him?” There was some mumbled talking in the background and then Matt’s voice came back down the line,
“He says he doesn’t want to talk to anyone.”
“Sorry, did I make that sound like a choice? Hand him the phone Flyzik, or Mickey gets it next time I see you.” Yes, I was being a bitch, but he had woken me at 3 am to talk about Jack, and I was running on next to no sleep.
“Hello?” Matt had obviously left out the part about who was on the line.
“Jacky, what’s wrong? Flyzik says you’re being a bitch.” I yawned at this point.
“Petal? What the hell?” Jack yelled something about killing a Mickey to Matt in the background. The guy had to learn somehow. There was going to be a lot less Mickeys in his collection if he didn’t learn to tell people the whole story to start with, and soon.
“Petal, what time is it for you? Did he wake you up?” Petal was Jack’s nickname for me. He didn’t like Blossom any more than I did.
“It’s 3. Jacky, what’s going on with you?”
“3 in the morning?! He really did wake you up, didn’t he?” More ranting in the background to Matt. I was fed up at this point.
“JACK! What the hell is up with you?! Seriously, don’t make me fly out there to find out, you know I will!” Silence from the other end of the line, and then a small “I’ll be back” followed by the snickers of the other guys.
“Petal, I’m sorry Matt woke you up. I’ve just been feeling... off lately. It’s nothing, I swear.”
“Don’t you lie to me, Jack.”
“We had a fight. A big one. I think she left me.”
“Baby, how do you not know if she did or not?”
“It ended pretty badly.”
“When was this?” There was a pause down the line. This was the question that defined how many Mickeys I was going to kill the next time I saw Matt.
“... About a month ago.” Oh good, I was only killing 4. Last time this happened, I’d threatened Matt with one per week Jack was upset and no one told me. All I’d heard for the last 4 weeks was ‘Jack’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with Jack.’ I sat up and pulled my laptop closer to me by the still plugged in charger cable.
“How much longer are you on tour for?” I heard Jack yell back at Matt, as my laptop started up. Luckily the volume was still off from when I’d had my laptop on earlier, or Jack would know something was up.
“Matty says about a month. Why?” Good, I thought, I can last this week out at work, fake a family illness or apply for emergency leave and be in the States next week.
“Are you going to be okay to keep going? Matty said you’ve been looking pretty flat on stage.”
“Petal, I’ll be fine. I miss having you to talk to though.”
“I’m only a phone call away baby, you know that.”
“I know. You’re too far for cuddles though.” Maybe I’ll have to fake family illness sooner rather than later.
“I’ll see what I can work out at work to see if I can come and visit you. I miss you too.”
So, this story is written for Amanda, because she didn't like how I ended my last one. I don't have "Chapters" per say in this one, just where it jumps a passing of time.
The first part is a bit weird, but stick with it, please, I hope you find that it gets better!
THANK YOU FOR READING!
As always, I don't own anyone, none of this is real, blah blah blah, you know the drill.
My name is Rose. Most people here know me as “Blossom” or “Bloss” for short. It started out as a nickname from a kindergarten teacher who was trying to be cute, but stuck around long after primary school. I’m 29 now, but this story starts when I was 22. I met a guy in a bar one night, when I was blind drunk, and he changed my life. I’d like to think that I have some influence on him, but probably not. No one could ever change the great Jack Barakat unless he wanted them to.
---
It started out as fun and games, I don’t remember recognising him in the bar, but I do remember thinking “Dear God, how in the hell did I end up in bed with Jack Barakat?!?” the next morning. I also knew my best friend Zoey, and her boyfriend Josh, were going to kill me when they worked out where I was. It was supposed to be a couples trip. I’d finally found a steady boyfriend, but that changed when I found out a week before we left for the trip that he was cheating on me. The knife was still firmly stuck in my chest when I met Jack.
After fully waking up and working out I was still dressed (Thank God!) I headed into the bathroom to work out where in the hell I was. Nothing in there had a hotel name on it. Luckily, Jack was awake when I returned and he filled in the gaps in my memory of the night before, the biggest one being that nothing had happened, other than some highly drunken making out. For whatever reason, which to this day I still cannot work out, I told him my life story then. All of it. Family drama, friend drama, school drama. All of it poured out, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. Instead of freaking out and calling hotel security like a normal person would, Jack told me his story. Girlfriend troubles, the entire back story of his band (Don’t believe everything you read kids!), all of it. 7 years later and I’ve learned that Jack’s never lied to me. He’s avoided telling me things, but never lied. I don’t think he can. Good trait in a boy. We’ve been friends ever since that night. I’ve flown countless hours to see him for 5 minutes in between interviews and shows, and never once regretted it, which is probably why, when Flyzik called, I flew straight there.
Phone calls from Mr. James Matthew Flyzik are rarely ever good news when the boys are on tour. Even worse when they happen at 3 am like this one did. I’d just fallen asleep after a stressful day trying to sort out a client without strangling them. Then the phone rings. All I can say is Matt’s lucky that he’s cute.
“Matt, it’s 3 am, what the hell?!”
“Sorry Bloss, you know I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing to be concerned about, I promise.”
“Then can it wait another... say 4 hours?”
“It’s about Jack, and I thought you should know.” Quickest way to wake me up, and he knows it. Bastard.
“I’m awake now, tell me or I’m jumping down this phone line to strangle you.”
“I think he got dumped.”
“Okay... this is waking me up at 3 am because...?”
“He’s been weird about it, won’t talk to anyone, he’s stage performance is nose diving. Last time this happened this bad, it was with... well, you know.” Yeah, I knew. When Holly dumped him for the last time. I pulled him out of it. I was also the reason it had happened in the first place, not that Jack was aware that I knew that. Apparently, he couldn’t shut up about this girl he’d met whilst in Australia (Me) and Holly had thought he’d cheated... worse than we had.
“Is he close? Can I talk to him?” There was some mumbled talking in the background and then Matt’s voice came back down the line,
“He says he doesn’t want to talk to anyone.”
“Sorry, did I make that sound like a choice? Hand him the phone Flyzik, or Mickey gets it next time I see you.” Yes, I was being a bitch, but he had woken me at 3 am to talk about Jack, and I was running on next to no sleep.
“Hello?” Matt had obviously left out the part about who was on the line.
“Jacky, what’s wrong? Flyzik says you’re being a bitch.” I yawned at this point.
“Petal? What the hell?” Jack yelled something about killing a Mickey to Matt in the background. The guy had to learn somehow. There was going to be a lot less Mickeys in his collection if he didn’t learn to tell people the whole story to start with, and soon.
“Petal, what time is it for you? Did he wake you up?” Petal was Jack’s nickname for me. He didn’t like Blossom any more than I did.
“It’s 3. Jacky, what’s going on with you?”
“3 in the morning?! He really did wake you up, didn’t he?” More ranting in the background to Matt. I was fed up at this point.
“JACK! What the hell is up with you?! Seriously, don’t make me fly out there to find out, you know I will!” Silence from the other end of the line, and then a small “I’ll be back” followed by the snickers of the other guys.
“Petal, I’m sorry Matt woke you up. I’ve just been feeling... off lately. It’s nothing, I swear.”
“Don’t you lie to me, Jack.”
“We had a fight. A big one. I think she left me.”
“Baby, how do you not know if she did or not?”
“It ended pretty badly.”
“When was this?” There was a pause down the line. This was the question that defined how many Mickeys I was going to kill the next time I saw Matt.
“... About a month ago.” Oh good, I was only killing 4. Last time this happened, I’d threatened Matt with one per week Jack was upset and no one told me. All I’d heard for the last 4 weeks was ‘Jack’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with Jack.’ I sat up and pulled my laptop closer to me by the still plugged in charger cable.
“How much longer are you on tour for?” I heard Jack yell back at Matt, as my laptop started up. Luckily the volume was still off from when I’d had my laptop on earlier, or Jack would know something was up.
“Matty says about a month. Why?” Good, I thought, I can last this week out at work, fake a family illness or apply for emergency leave and be in the States next week.
“Are you going to be okay to keep going? Matty said you’ve been looking pretty flat on stage.”
“Petal, I’ll be fine. I miss having you to talk to though.”
“I’m only a phone call away baby, you know that.”
“I know. You’re too far for cuddles though.” Maybe I’ll have to fake family illness sooner rather than later.
“I’ll see what I can work out at work to see if I can come and visit you. I miss you too.”