#oh fuck jack we need to talk about that at some point for study abroad
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I'm supposed to still be doing homework but I wanted to pause really quickly because I really think I might be getting better
I hit a wall last week (and hella actually really helped me, but I had to ignore her advice for a few days to see it) where I just kind of realized I don't actually do much to make myself feel better? And like. I want to be so specific that like. I'm feeling physically better these days so it's so much easier (not easy, mind you--I'm still in pain AND mental health is still making it hard, but it's easier)
But like I just had like three days in a row where I just tried to do homework in bed and instead I did NOTHING and I basically talked to no one and I was just making myself miserable and I was like. It's the end of the semester and at this point it's my fault I have so much work. So I need to make a different choice and do it. So I have?
And I spent HOURS doing work yesterday. And it wasn't perfect--I meant to go to an aquaintance's show and I didn't make it, but I did a bunch of work and got some late assignments turned in. And I'm still working today and it's fucking slow going. I thought I was gonna get through two modules (I don't call them that, god hella you've infected my brain) but I still have ten pages left of enlightened sexism (but my focus is a little shot at this point in the day. BECAUSE I SUDDENLY HAVE ENERGY?? like i'm gonna go put my laundry in and like. idk maybe even walk around a bit because i have energy. like not a lot. but for nearly 8pm at night? It's crazy.)
I just. I hope this is the iron and the medication change. Because I've been having such a rough go of it. But I think some of it has been me. I think I got really good at being sick and treating myself like I was sick and I'm not anymore.
Cause like when I was sick I let myself get away with all sorts of bullshit cause 'oh I can't, I don't feel well.'
But I'm getting better. So that means putting on my big person pants and doing shit. Even when it's hard.
#i went to bed really depressed last night#like just gave up on the day#and it honestly was just cause i hadn't eaten#and i think that's my newest goal is just making sure i eat#oh fuck jack we need to talk about that at some point for study abroad#i'm shiiiit at eating and it's not your job to make eat or anything#(can you imagine if i was like haha it's your problem and in tumblr post no less)#but if you happen to see this. at some point i just would love to have a convo about if you'd be willing to just like. make sure i'm intaki#food? and like if i suddenly become uncharacteristically rude? it's 99% of the time going to be because i'm hangry#i was gonna be like 'oh no what if i can't get safe foods'#but we're going to italy and like. pasta is a safe food for me. so i think i'll be good.#(i may end up stressed out by how fancily they make it because it has been pointed out to me that my preferred way of having it 'butter and#cheese' is essentially just buttered noodles but like i also like alfredo so it's fine#anyway i just wasted the last ten minutes of my study time so now it's break time!!#yay laundry time#life of a boomerang
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honesty and promise me, part 3 [read on ao3] [co-written with @darkmagyk]
Several more weeks and hookups later, Annabeth thinks she should probably come clean. Some people might bury it deep, and for sure, Annabeth’s considered it, but, well. It is kind of embarrassing that she didn’t know Percy’s name at first. Stuff like that doesn’t usually bother her--she’s had nameless one night stands in the past, and despite Thalia’s ribbing, she knows that Thalia doesn’t really care either. It’s just that, you know, he’s Thalia’s family, and they’ve seen each other a few more times, and they are planning to continue to see each other a few more times in the future. Or more than a few times.
Anyway, she kind of feels like she owes it to him. Like he deserves this small nugget of truth, payment for all the times he’s fucked her blind. It’s nagging at her, and she hates feeling like she owes anyone anything.
Piper certainly seemed to think so, when Annabeth had told her over their monthly brunch date.
“It’s just common courtesy at this point,” she said. “Like, what if you guys end up married and then sell your story to Hollywood, they cast my dad as the male lead, and it comes out in interviews that you didn’t know his name for like a month? He’s gonna get the wrong idea.”
Annabeth wasn’t sure which part was more ridiculous: the movie, Piper’s dad being involved, or them being married.
Anyway, sharing some of her avocado fries, Piper had reminded her that being mean wasn't very punk rock, shutting her up effectively.
She’s out on site in the Lower East Side, taking measurements for plots of land, writing down sun angles and measuring the wind velocity between the brick buildings, when she gets a text from him.
I’m on a break and I’m starving 😩 Want to grab something to eat?
It’s 2pm on a Thursday and he wants to grab something to eat. If Annabeth didn’t know any better, she’d say that that sounds like a real, honest-to-goodness, bona fide date. (Meeting up at and subsequently leaving bars together does not count as a date, she’s pretty sure. Neither do the booty calls.) He’s been getting a little free with his texts, that boy, sending her selfies and memes and questions about her day, and now this? An invitation to their first, actual date? She should block him on principle, just for the sheer audacity.
sure, wya
520 8th, text me when you get here 😁
That’s another thing: Percy loves his emojis. If this is going to continue, they’re going to need to have a serious talk about that.
She doesn’t need to text him when she gets there; he’s already outside, leaning on the stone edifice of the building like a particularly jacked rent boy in his tight t-shirt and broody look, cigarette between his fingers. The sweatpants sort of ruin the image, though. He looks particularly comfortable in a way that warms Annabeth right from the inside out. “You know, when Nico said you smoked, I honestly didn’t believe it.” she says, not even bothering to say hi.
He looks up from his phone and smiles, the sun behind his teeth. “Hey!”
“Hey, yourself.” She doesn’t even hesitate--she plucks the cigarette out of his hand, taking a drag off it herself. “You been smoking for a long time?”
“Who do you think taught Thalia how?” He raises an eyebrow, bemused. “Is that a problem?”
It is, but it’s not like she can tell him that without losing some of her credibility. “Wouldn’t smoking fuck with your cardio?”
Percy shrugs, conceding. “A little. I used to be a lot worse, but I just can’t quite kick the habit. It’s mostly a stress thing, anyway.”
“Rough practice?” she asks, putting just enough effort into her lip wobble to make it abundantly clear that she’s making fun of him. “Were the other boys being mean to you because of your tights?”
He grins at her, saucy. “Annabeth Chase, do you really think that NYCB rehearses here? In the Garment District?” But he laughs before she can stammer out an answer (and thank God, she’s lived here three years and can barely keep the boroughs straight, let alone the neighborhoods). “I just wrapped up teaching a class. I don’t have to be at rehearsal until 5, I was thinking we could hang out? Bryant Park?”
A first date at the New York Public Library. She almost hates to admit it, but Percy Jackson might be kind of her dream man. “I believe I was promised food,” she sniffs, but she does hold out her hand, and when he takes it, lacing his fingers through hers, she’s sure that he can feel her heart beating, palm to palm.
Twenty minutes later they’re settled on a bench in the corner of the green, Annabeth halfway into a ham sandwich and Percy juggling a salad and an iced coffee. He’s been regaling her with tales from the more exciting side of ballet, a side she hadn’t even imagined could actually exist. “So by the time I land in Paris,” he says, taking a sip of coffee, “the guy’s foot has swollen up to, like, twice its original size, and when I finally managed to find some wifi to check my phone, there’s, like, eight missed calls from my mom and my agent, and an email from her that just says ‘READ THIS,’ in all caps, and of course the article is in French, which I didn’t really speak at the time, and I was so stressed that my ADHD made it so I couldn’t even read the Google translation, and I had to ask someone to translate it for me.”
“Oh my god,” she says, struggling to keep it in.
“And that’s how I found out that I’d been moved up to first cast in Le Corsaire, from the poor barista at a coffee shop in Charles de Gaule!” He laughs.
“That’s insane,” Annabeth says. “And the show was the next day?”
“It was that night! I had to haul ass to the opera house and get warmed up, because I was going on in about four hours. You should have seen the looks on everyone’s faces when I stumbled in, I’m sure that they all wanted to kill me.” Percy chuckles, taking a bite of leafy greens. “Now I wasn’t just the twenty-year-old upstart American, I was the twenty-year-old upstart American who skipped town when I wasn’t supposed to.”
“How did it go?”
“Killed it, of course,” he says, deservedly smug.
Despite her best efforts, she’s absolutely entranced; he’s a great storyteller. “I bet you break that story out at parties all the time, don’t you.”
He laughs. “Whatever gets the donors to open their checkbooks, right?”
“I can’t believe you lived in Paris. I’ve always wanted to see it.” She’d had a few chances to when she was in college, the semester she’d studied abroad in Rome, but she just never got around to it. Just another item on her long, long list of regrets, placed somewhere between the sketchy burrito from last week and not telling her mom to fuck off earlier when she’d had the chance. “If I were you, I’d never leave.”
Percy shrugs. “It was amazing, I won’t lie. But towards the end I just really, really missed it here. All my family is in NYC, you know? My mom, step-dad, and my sister live here, and Thalia and Nico and Hazel, too. I tried to come back and visit whenever I could, but being away from them was really hard.” There’s something soft and inviting in his expression when he says, “I’m really happy to be back home.”
“What are they like?” Annabeth asks. “Your family. Your non-mob family, I mean.”
He rolls his eyes, but he grins another one of those blinding grins, too. “My mom is the most amazing person you will ever meet. Not only did she support my dance habit, she did it as a single working mother who had to raise an angry, ADHD asshole of a son who didn’t always appreciate her. I don’t even want to know how many hours she had to work or how many scholarships and grants she had to track down in order to pay for me to go to SAB, but somehow she made it work, and managed to write her novel at the same time. She married my step-dad the summer I turned sixteen, and my baby sister was born the next year.”
Even Annabeth, cynical and black-hearted as she is, has to smile back. The love he has for his mom is so palpable, so tangible, she can practically see him glowing. “And the…” What had Thalia called them? “The ‘Cousin Consortium’?”
At that, Percy laughs, full-bellied, unrestrained. “The name was Nico’s idea. I didn’t really have many close friends when I was a kid, apart from my buddy Grover--he had to wear this really gnarly leg brace and I liked to dance, so you can imagine how much we got picked on--but we were all really close growing up, since our dads were all assholes. They may have left us emotionally scarred, but at least we had each other’s backs the whole time.”
This is a very Percy thing, she’s starting to realize: he can not and will not hold back on his feelings. He simply refuses to. Where most guys might try to hide or downplay their affection for their friends, Percy’s is written all over his face. Maybe it’s a byproduct of doing ballet, but he’s so unashamed of his love for his friends and his family and his art, that maybe Annabeth kind of wishes she could be included in that love too, if it always feels this warm and joyful.
“I think it’s amazing that you guys are so close. I only had the one cousin when I was growing up, and we didn’t really talk all that much,” Annabeth says, almost without her permission. Something about him, it’s just so easy to talk to him. He makes it safe to open up.
“The med school guy, right?”
Annabeth nods. “Magnus. Fifth generation Harvard student. We’re all very proud.”
Ugh. Even she has to wince at the false cheer in her voice. Percy gives her a half-smile, sympathetic and soft. “Harvard not really for you, then?” he asks, picking up the threads of a long and complicated story, and one that she absolutely does not want to get into right now. Or ever, if she can help it.
“More like I wasn’t really for Harvard.” Which wasn’t entirely untrue. She had been good enough for the university in Cambridge, Mass--good enough for two degrees and graduation with honors--but she had never been good enough for her mother’s capital-H Harvard. Never good enough for her mother at all, really.
Percy takes her hand. His fingers are cold from his iced coffee. “Hey. It’s their loss,” he says, with a sincerity and an intensity that makes her blush.
Every part of her wants to pull away. His thumb is rubbing against the joint of her finger, soothing and sweet, and she thinks she may break out in hives from it. “Damn right it is,” she mumbles.
He is so nice. So nice and hot and sweet. Objectively, what she’s about to do is a terrible idea, and might torpedo a really good thing that they have, but if she doesn’t come clean now her own guilt is going to drive her insane.
“Okay, I have a confession to make.” Percy raises his eyebrows, slurping the last dregs of his drink. “When we met… and then when we hooked up the first time… I may have… thoughtyouwereJason.”
He blinks. “Pardon?” he asks, mumbled around the straw.
Annabeth buries her head in her hands. “Please don’t make me say it again.”
“You… thought I was Jason?”
“Well,” she sputters, glaring at him through her fingers, “you were being all bro-y with Thalia!”
He is valiantly trying to hold in a smile. “You know, I distinctly remember telling you my name that morning.”
“I was really hungover,” she whines, “and you were shirtless and making breakfast so I wasn’t really… paying attention.”
“For a whole week?”
This is so embarrassing, why couldn’t she just keep her stupid mouth shut? “Yeah.” She slumps her shoulders, stuffing her hands into her jacket pocket. “Sorry.”
She’s not entirely sure what she expected: at best a couple of weird looks and a tentative promise to meet up later that would end up not working out, at worst she thinks he’ll just get up and leave her here at Bryant Park. Either way, they’d be doomed to months of awkward interactions, until eventually they wouldn’t be able to be around each other, and Thalia would have to pick a side--and Annabeth’s seen what Thalia does to people who cross her family. She’s seen Thalia beat a dude to pulp for calling Nico the f-slur. Picking Percy over Annabeth? That’s nothing.
So when he starts laughing, Annabeth is completely at a loss. Slowly, at first, then all at once, he’s laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking, and he has to put down his salad so it doesn’t topple over onto the grass. His head is tilted back in joy, the grey, late afternoon light adamant that Annabeth can see all of his features clearly, from his screwed up eyes to his bright, white teeth to the single dimple in his cheek.
Of course, even his laughter is hot. Asshole.
“You thought I was Jason!” He shrieks.
Annabeth crosses her arms, scowling.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I really don’t mean to laugh,” he giggles. Annabeth can feel her own giggle rising in response, and she ruthlessly quashes it. “I can definitely say I’ve never heard that one before. You do know Jason is blond, right?”
“As a matter of fact, I did not. Besides, you and Thalia look exactly alike.”
He scoffs. “No we don’t.”
“Uh, yeah you do. You, Thalia, and Nico are all basically clones of each other.”
“Okay, Captain Glasses, whatever you say.” He rolls his eyes, but there’s no heat behind it.
“I’m sorry,” Annabeth feels like she has to say again.
He cocks his head. “For what? For thinking I was Jason? He’s a pretty cool guy.”
“No, for,” she blushes again. All this blood rushing to her head can’t be good for her. “For sleeping with you when I still thought you were Jason.”
Percy scoots closer to her, throwing her a grin and slinging his arm over her shoulders. Without even realizing that she’s doing it, she settles in beside him like she’s been doing it her whole life, slotted up against his torso, tucking her booted feet beneath her legs. “I am choosing to take that as a compliment,” he says, smirking. “You couldn’t resist my charms, even when you thought I was a brogrammer.”
Annabeth can’t help herself. She kisses him, wiping that smug grin right off his face, and when she finally retreats, after what feels like hours, he looks so dazed she could probably keep calling him by any name she wanted and he wouldn’t even realize it.
After their lunch, they meander for hours, headed in a vaguely southerly direction, holding hands the whole time, a steady, uninterrupted flow that took them all the way from Midtown to Greenwich Village. He tells her about his first day at ballet school; she tells him about her favorite monuments. “There are two architectural environments in America,” she says, ranting, speaking with enough force that she might forget the feeling of his hand in hers, “endless dead suburbia, or cities where every single building is either a concrete or a glass block--and not even Brutalist concrete, just shitty, poorly designed, paint-by-numbers concrete. It is an absolute travesty of modern government that they don’t fund any public works projects anymore.”
“That’s why all the gardens and stuff?” he asks.
“Nowadays everything is built by the lowest bidder. At least I get to add some beauty back into the city.”
“I know what you mean,” Percy says. “Paris is practically overflowing with public works, you almost forget about it sometimes.”
She sighs. “You’re so fucking lucky. Paris is so beautiful and everything in New York is just hideous.”
“Aw, come on,” he says. “Not everything. What about the Empire State Building, or Central Park?”
“Well, obviously, those,” she says, just a teensy bit flustered, but she’s not about to give up the argument without a fight. “I just mean like, normal, every day buildings: offices and apartments and stuff. It’s all so samey and boring.”
He looks to her right, pointing at the building they are passing. “What about this one?”
She turns.
If she had known they were headed this way, she never would have taken them past here.
“It’s… okay, I guess,” she mumbles, staring up at the arched windows, pedimented doors, and Rococo details of Miss Minerva’s Private Pre-College Prep School. A shudder goes down her spine, like someone walking over her grave. “There are better Beaux-Arts buildings.”
Sensing her discomfort, he picks up the pace, and changes the subject.
Finally, he stops outside a nondescript building, turning to face her. “This is me,” he says, a little bit mournfully, squeezing her hand. “Are you okay to get home safely?”
This man is ridiculous; it’s not even dark out. “I think I can manage a few blocks,” she says, lightly swatting him. “Isn’t it kind of early for you, though? It’s only four o’clock.”
He flushes faintly, one hand coming up to rub at his neck. “Uh, well, I always give myself a little extra time--you know, time blindness and everything.”
“You baked in extra time in case I wanted you to walk me home, didn’t you?” She mock-gasps, secretly delighted. “Scandal!”
“Guilty,” he grins. “You’ve been to mine so many times, I was curious.”
She just barely stops herself from laughing out loud at the very idea of Percy coming to her apartment--as if. Thalia hasn’t even been to her apartment. Nobody knows where she lives, none of her neighbors know who she is, and this is entirely by design. “Cut me some slack; a girl’s gotta have some mystery. Can’t make it too easy for you, can I?”
“I have a feeling you’ll never make things easy for me,” he says, white teeth gleaming.
“You better believe it,” she smiles back. “Now that I’ve foiled your plans, are you going to be too bored?”
“Oh, I’ll think of something,” he shrugs. “I’m very resourceful when it comes to boredom.”
Inspiration strikes, and she grasps his hand, pulling him down the alleyway. She almost hates to admit it, but she has something of a Pavlovian response when it comes to hanging out with Percy. Annabeth has come to expect some really excellent sex whenever the two of them meet up, and maybe spending all afternoon with him has made her a little bit horny.
She presses him up against the brick wall, hidden from the street by the long afternoon shadows, and kisses him. His hands flounder for a second, before coming up to rest on her shoulders, this thumbs tapping against the base of her neck, fingers fluttering on her jacket. It’s an intimate touch, kind of chaste and very respectful, and he holds her with precision and grace. He wouldn’t do anything she wouldn’t want to. This is a date with no expectation of sex on his part. But Annabeth does not want grace right now, spooked by the ghost of her old school. She does not want precision. She just wants him. She just wants to keep him on his toes, keep him interested, blow his mind a little.
She just wants to blow him, to be honest.
He squeaks into her mouth as her hands fly to his belt, deft fingers practically ripping it off of him in an increasingly familiar motion. “H-hey,” he says, squeezing her shoulders, “this is--”
“Do you not want me to?” she asks, one hand playing at the top line of his underwear.
“No--I mean, are you sure? I’m-I’m okay with this, I just want to--”
“I know.” She kisses his cheek, then drops to her knees. “But we’ve got some time to kill, don’t we.”
Afterwards, when she’s finished with him, Annabeth wipes her mouth, and he whimpers.
“Ho… holy shit,” he pants, flushed and trembling.
She tucks him back into his boxers, doing up his fly. “There we go. That was better than being bored, right?”
He nods wordlessly, swallowing, shaking. His eyes are glassy and glazed, stupid like he’s just shot out his brain through his dick.
In the short time they’ve been together (though, honestly, this might be the longest relationship she’s ever been in before… and they haven’t even broached the “dating” conversation yet) Annabeth has been on the receiving end of several different Percy looks. His face will light up with joy when he first lays his eyes on her, so happy to see her (though she can’t really fathom why), glinting like the sun on the water. His eyes will narrow, glaring, even as he furiously tamps down on his growing smile when they start arguing over something stupid, like Annabeth’s affinity for olives. He’ll grin at her, knife sharp and slanted, licking his lips and looming over her after she comes down from yet another orgasm via his mouth or his hands.
Percy looks at her now like someone took a bat to his head, and instead of seeing stars, he sees little miniature Annabeths flying around.
He pulls her to him and kisses her, entirely too sweet for what she’s just done to him, but that is also a very Percy thing. And when she leaves him with a final kiss on his cheek and squeeze of his ass, she can feel that look burning a hole through her jacket, following her down the alley and around the corner, and she finds that she doesn’t mind the weight of it at all.
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C’est Toi (coffee shop au) • CHAPTER ONE, wc: 4.7k
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Thursday - January 03, 2019 - 21:05
Landing in Heathrow was something else. Everyone was in a hustle to get to their desired destination. It was exhilarating. But what was even more exhilarating was the drive from Heathrow to King’s College. Everything was so…breathtaking. Even the houses along the M4 fascinated me to no end. The roads all blended together––I have no idea how I’ll remember anything about getting around––I felt like we were driving in circles. I was pressed up against the window of the car, not wanting to miss a single detail of this new place I’d be calling home.
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“McLane Roberts?” I said my own name with hesitation as I grimaced, “I––uh––I’m a study abroad student––but on an exchange program––I’m from America––I don’t know whose place I’m taking––but––I––I’m supposed to be here,” I squinted my left eye, “I––right?”
The two student resident advisors who were checking in students looked bewildered at my uncertainty. Or my American accent. Hopefully it was the latter. The one resident advisor––Sophia––had her mouth slightly agape and eyes wide as saucers. The other––Georgia––had her eyebrows up so high they were hidden beneath her bangs. Georgia’s pen fell from her grasp.
Oh God, I thought, they’re going to deport me.
Sophia cleared her throat and elbowed Georgia, who picked up her pen and flicked through her papers. Every few seconds she would glance up at me and I felt the bile churning even more in my stomach. Every possible thought ran through my head––I wasn’t registered, I missed something in the application that wouldn’t allow me to live on campus, then I would have to find somewhere else to live while completing my courses, How do you even find a place to live––
“McLane?”
“Uh–Yeah,” I vigorously nodded my head, “That’s Me––McLane Roberts––I––From America.”
Sophia now looked at me with amusement, but I noticed Georgia scoot her chair back a few inches.
“Right,” Sophia cleared her throat, “You’re on the third floor, there’s an elevator over there,” she gestured somewhere to her left, “here’s your key,” she snatched it from Georgia, who was still wide eyed, “and welcome to Stamford Street Apartments.”
I nodded my head and felt my shoulders relax as I let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you,” I went to grab my luggage and turn around before I heard Sophia call out my name again. I peaked my head over my shoulder and she dangled the key out.
“Oh, the key––wow––“ I glanced at Georgia who seemed to be even more petrified of my presence and was not afraid to show it. I cut myself off from embarrassing myself further and took the key with a smile, “Thank you.”
I walked to the left, faintly remembering that Sophia waved her hands in this direction, but I was met with no elevator. I looked to my left and then to my right, but I was only met with friends greeting each other with “nice holiday?” or “can’t wait to head out tonight with the lads.”
Lads.
With not so much grace, I walked around in a circle and made my way to the opposite side of the building, making sure I passed the front desk with my head down to avoid Georgia. But I was met with the same thing. More friends reuniting and more talk about lads.
With a dejected sigh, I went to make another large circle with my luggage to head back to the front desk. But a friendly voice caught my attention.
“Need some help?”
Unfortunately, I had to waddle around half more of a circle to come face-to-face with the voice. I could have let go of the handle of my suitcase, but I needed some sort of physical support since I had no emotional support from any friends or family.
“Yeah, that’d be nice,” I nodded and looked down at my sneakers, “I was told there was an elevator over there but there wasn’t, so I walked over here––and––I don’t know if I missed it? I’m a bit delirious from the flight and––“ Once I realized I was rambling, I immediately stopped and picked my eyes up from the ground.
The boy––who I hadn’t been introduced to yet––looked at me the same way Georgia had. Except he had an amused smile while Georgia had her mouth open in shock. He was either put off by my rambling or surprised to hear an American accent. I prayed it was the latter or I had just made an absolute fool of myself in front of a cute boy with shining amber eyes.
“Sorry,” I felt heat rise to my cheeks, “I––I ramble when I get nervous.”
“I make you nervous?”
My eyes snapped open, “I––That’s––That’s not what I meant––I don’t know where to go––I’ve–never left the country and I’m alone––“
The overwhelming feeling of being absolutely alone in a foreign country suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t have my best friend, I didn’t have my bother, I didn’t even have an acquaintance––I was alone. I felt a sharp sting behind my eyes at the thought, but it quickly disappeared when the boy across from me let out a laugh.
He tilted his head back with a hand on his stomach as he continued to laugh, “I’m only joking,” He settled down, but kept his infectious smile, “I’m Jack.”
“Jack,” I repeated with a small smile, “I’m Mick.”
“Nick?”
I shook my head, “Mick,” I drew out the ‘m,’ “Short of McLane.”
Jack mirrored my small smile, “Mick,” he then repeated my name correctly, “Let’s get you up to your room, yeah?”
“Thank God.”
After Jack had successfully taken my backpack and large suitcase, he showed me to my single ensuite. It was small, but it was my own room and there were other people on the floor as well. I had never had my own room in college before, and at that, Jack looked horrified at the thought of living in such close quarters with a stranger. He mumbled something along the lines of ‘that’s America for you.’
Jack was a year older, but he didn’t live on campus. He was waiting for one of his friend’s to to finish up with work and then they were heading to a pub. After my suitcases were in my room, he suggested we exchange contact information so that way I had a friend on campus. I happily obliged.
As I took my clothes out of my suitcase, my frown deepened with each wrinkled article of clothing. After the large suitcase was done, I stowed it away, and bent down to unzip my carry on. I had just flipped the lid off when I heard a knock at my door. The door was cracked open half way so the knocker had now successfully fully opened it.
“Oops,” the girl giggled and fully stepped in and waved, “Hi!”
I returned her wave, but was more cautious, as there was a stranger in my room, “Hey, I’m––“
“American?!”
I shook my head, “No, I’m––well, yeah––I am American, but––“ I caught myself and sighed, “I’m Mick, it’s nice to meet you…”
“Ella,” Ella’s eyes crinkled as she smiled and ran a hand through her wavy blonde hair, “Welcome to England! I live in the room right next to yours,” she pointed to the left, “and wanted to let you know a few of us are having celebratory move in drinks in the kitchen.”
It was then that I noticed the bottle of wine in Ella’s other hand. Rosé.
I nodded, “That’d be nice.”
Ella clapped her hand on her wrist that was holding the wine bottle and cheered. She took a few steps over to me and gently took hold of my wrist, dragging me out of my room before I had time to shut the door.
“Well, Mick from America,” Ella peered over her shoulder wiggled her eyebrows, “I want to know absolutely everything about you.” Her words were coherent enough for being slightly tipsy, but it was the wink and the giggle she let out at the end that reveled her true state.
We entered the kitchen, with Ella still having a hold around my wrist, and I was surprised to see quite a few people packed in. She let go of my wrist and brought her fingers up to her lips and let out a whistle I was sure damaged my eardrums.
“Oi!” She yelled to gather the attention of the few who ignored her whistle, “This––“ she extended both hands out as if she was showcasing me at a pageant, “is Mick––Mick from America,”
And with that last sentence, it peaked some people’s interest, but others went on continuing with their drinks.
Tuesday - January 8, 2019
“Oh, Mick it was terrible.” Ella dropped her bag and slumped down in a chair across from mine. I pushed forward my bag of chips that I bought from one of the vending machines as a quick snack between classes. She scrunched up her nose, “Salt and vinegar?”
“They’re my favorite,” I meekly defended them as I slowly pulled the bag away to avoid adding anything to Ella’s already cranky mood.
She swatted my hand away and took a few out of the bag, “They’re the nastiest crisps but I’m in need something or else I will die.”
Crisps.
I nodded my head and moved the bag back to the middle of the table. I grabbed a few chips and quirked an eyebrow, “Guessing it didn’t go well with the TA?”
With a dramatic sigh Ella flung her head into her arms that were resting on the table, “I never want to come in contact with another TA,” she spat the words out like she had just injected venom, “again. Never ever. They are vile, Mick, scums of the earth…”
Ella was passionate about dramatics, so it made sense that she was studying towards a theatre degree. Ever since that first day we met, we had hung out nearly everyday for the past week. And we had gotten to know each other quite well over a few bottles of wine and Tesco meals. It was there that she spilled that she had a secret romance with a TA last term who promised to grade her papers with higher marks to boost her grade––it’s the aspect of the forbidden romance that makes it so hot, Mick, we’re a modern day Romeo and Juliet––and he ended up grading her papers like every other student because he didn’t want to risk his position––Can you believe that, Mick?! With the amount of times I went down on him I should have my fucking degree by now!
But she still kept in contact with him over winter break. She wanted to get him back; string him along for a few weeks outside of the classroom and then leave him high and dry. He had said that he wasn’t a TA for any theatre classes this term. But that was a lie.
“And now I have to see him in my performance research methods class that’s twice a week,” She looked up at me and rested her chin on her arms, “I want to die.”
I crumpled up a napkin and threw it at her face. She wrinkled her nose up.
“Oh shut it, you live for this drama,” I smirked at her. She frowned and kept a hard stare on me. I quirked an eyebrow, smirk growing even more when she surrendered.
A sheepish smile crossed her face, “Yeah, I do,” she chuckled, “It’s hot.” I rolled my eyes and threw another napkin her way. She glared before throwing the napkin right back at me, “I have to pick up a book for the class––wanna come with?”
“I have a literature class in,” I clicked on my phone to check the time, “ten minutes.” Ella groaned and leaned back in the chair, “But the professor said that we’re having a discussion today so if it’s a lively one then he’ll let us out early,” I grinned at her, hoping it would convince her to wait, “It’ll be like thirty minutes tops.”
With a huff and crossed arms over her chest, Ella agreed.
The discussion was not lively. Only half of the class read the assigned text. So we stayed for the whole hour and thirty minutes.
I slung my bag over back and trudged out of the room. I was already exhausted from still feeling the last bits of jet lag, and when you’re expecting to get out of a class early, but end up staying the full time, it only added to the exhaustion. I checked my messages, expecting to see one from Ella saying that she went by herself. But as I lifted my head from my phone, I saw a very annoyed Ella sitting at one of the tables in the open area staring directly at me.
I offered her a weak smile, but as I walked closer to her, I could see each individual stress line engraved in her forehead.
“Thirty minutes tops my arse,” Ella seethed as she picked up her bag and walked straight out the door without waiting.
I quickly sped behind her, dodging a few students who thought it was necessary to take up the entire hallway and called after her. I thought she had ditched me when I blew past the double doors and she was nowhere in sight. I sighed, and right when I was about to walk in the direction of the Temple underground station, I felt a paper ball hit the back of my head.
“Oi, America,” Ella had grown fond of that nickname whenever she was annoyed and needed someone (i.e. me) to take out her frustrations on, “Let’s get a move on.” She then briskly walked past me and I trailed behind her like a lost dog––which wasn’t too far off considering I had only been living in London for a week and still didn’t know my surroundings.
But I quickly figured out that we were headed in the direction of Temple station. I fiddled with my bag and got my oyster card out in time to tap through quickly and not take forever like a tourist; which was how I looked for the first few days.
I followed her to the westbound platform of the district line and stood next to her in silence on the platform.
“Foyles should have it,” Ella picked a piece of lint off her sweater, “It’s on our way back to our flat so we should beat the rain.”
Flat.
I nodded and opened my mouth to respond, but the sound of the train coming in effectively drowned me out. We waited to the side to let the travelers off and then quickly stepped in before the doors closed. Ella had a tight hold on the railing as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone. It took two minutes before we got off at Embankment and followed the signs to go southbound on the northern line.
“Temple’s literally across the river from Waterloo,” Ella huffed as she picked up her pace to walk around a particularly slow couple, “we’re on for like two stops, it doesn’t make any sense, they should build something underwater.”
We finally reached our platform and I shrugged, “Could send a letter to TFL, I’m sure they’d be thrilled to receive your suggestion.”
Ella picked up her head and smirked, “Gonna quit your day job and become a comedian, America?”
“My visa doesn’t allow me to work.”
With that, Ella barked out a laugh and stepped onto the train that had arrived without me noticing. We stood close to the door, preparing a quick exit, and in two minutes we were off and at Waterloo. Ella checked my hip with hers and offered me a smile when I looked at her, “Thanks for coming along this book hunt with me.”
We got to the gates and scanned our cards on stalls next to each other, not missing a beat in our step as we fell back in sync walking next to each other.
“You’re my only friend,” I shot her a smile, “Might as well take advantage.”
Ella scoffed, “As if I’m you’re only friend,” We stopped at the corner of a street waiting for the go ahead to cross, “I’ve seen you with Mr. brown eyes.”
“Jack,” I rolled my eyes as we crossed the street, “he’s a friend––“
“That ’s how it always starts out.”
I rolled my eyes at her childish tone, “Are we almost there?” I took the easy way out by changing the subject. Ella took notice and glared at me.
“It’s on the Southbank so only a five minute walk,” She gave me a side eye, “tops.”
“I said I was sorry!” I stopped walking and threw my hands in the air, surely making more of a commotion than needed. Ella let out a gleeful laugh as she kept walking ahead. I jogged to catch up with her and we spent the next few minutes talking about the work we already had assigned in our first week. In the middle fo her complaining, we came upon Foyles and when Ella went to open the door she used sp much force that she strained her arm when the door didn’t open.
“What in the––Refurbishment?!” I took two steps backward. “Fucking great.” With another two steps back, I cautiously suggested a book store that was down the street from campus. Ella didn’t take too lightly to that.
“We were just over there––“
“Let me call and see if they have it!” I held up my phone and immediately went to searching up the number. If Ella didn’t have the book in the next hour I could see her destroying the entire city. So after a quick call and begging the clerk to reserve one of the two copies left in the store, we skipped the tube and opted to run across the Golden Jubilee Bridge, jumped on the circle line at Embankment to Temple, and ignored traffic laws as we darted across streets to the book shop.
Ella was first through the door and continued to run straight to the counter. The clerk looked up from their computer in surprise and widened their eyes as Ella slammed both hands down on the counter top, “We have a book on reserve––Ella––“
Without exchanging any words, the clerk reached blindly under the table and slammed the book on the counter top just as hard as Ella slammed her hands. The clerk looked terrified of Ella, and rightly so, because Ella’s stare was murderous. But with the book on the countertop, her shoulders relaxed and she tapped her credit card on the pad. Once the transaction was completed, she swiped the book off the counter and put it in her bag.
As I pushed the door open, the bell above it rang, both Ella and I looked up not noticing that it did that when we entered. And instead of running to the tube, we took our time walking and laughing.
“What’s life without a little adventure?” Ella hiked her bag over her shoulder.
I almost tripped on the sidewalk at her peppy attitude, “You were about to murder that poor clerk!”
Ella huffed, “Well I–––Bullocks, it’s raining.”
Rain wasn’t unusual in London, everyone knew that. It started slow, I looked up to gaze at the discolored gray clouds and then it started to pour. We were only outside for a few seconds and It looked like we had just stepped out of the shower…fully clothed. Ella tried shouting over the hard rain, but thunder rolled in and it was a lost cause for her to be talking. So, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the street. The rain blurred my vision and it wasn’t until my body went from frigid to a comfortable temperature where I noticed the change of scenery from outside to somewhere indoors.
We were in a coffee shop.
I looked around and saw that the decor was modern, but held a warmth to it. In the back there was a brown large communal table packed to the brim with laptops and books as industrial lights hung from ceiling. Along the side wall, there was a long wooden bench with purple and blue cushions paired with five individual tables in front of the bench. There were other small seating arrangements scattered around the floor, and I noticed that customers also made their way down some stairs with their coffee in hand. It was quite crowded up here, but it was probably just as packed down stairs.
Luckily, Ella saw a couple leave the couch that was in the front of the store and placed her bag on it before anyone else could claim it. I walked over to her and placed my bag down with hers.
“Might as well wait the rain out,” Ella grumbled as she pulled out her laptop and the theatre book she just bought, “I’m gonna get something, hold down the fort.”
I nodded as I took out my own study materials and set it on the circular marble table in front of us. It was definitely more of an area to lounge and chat with friends, not a study space. Ella returned to the couch and slumped down. With her eyes on me she pointed her index finger right in front of my nose, “You look like you could use a coffee.”
“Gee, thanks,” I rolled my eyes and pulled money out of my wallet, “lend me an extra pound and I’ll get an extra shot of espresso.” Ella flipped me off and I made my way to the line.
I was behind a few people and it gave me time to look at the large menu board hung up on the wall behind the counter. They were a nice little establishment offering coffees, teas, an assortment of baked goods, sandwiches, and juices. I stepped up to the counter when the person in front of me had ordered and I was met with possibly the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
“Hi, you alright?”
His smile.
It was a small offering, nothing full blown, but the lopsided smile still showcased a welcoming look. His hair was a bit disheveled, but looked like it was styled in place. And his eyes…Most people weren’t fond of brown eyes, but they were the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen. They were a shade of brown, but with a closer inspection, there were flecks of hazel and gold sprinkled through out. His eyes were tired, but they still shinned brighter than the sun on a rare day.
Realizing that I hadn’t answered, my eyes widened, “Uh, I’m––I’m a bit cold.”
His eyes trailed up and down my soaked figure as he let out a bit of a laugh, “Got stuck in the rain?” I only nodded in response, I couldn’t find it in myself to ramble. “Looks miserable out there,” he continued to carry the conversation, “One minute there was only a few students here and then the next minute half of the city shows up.” He leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his chin on his hands. His black long sleeved shirt was rolled up to his elbows and it was then that I caught sight of a guitar illustration on his forearm.
I gulped.
“Yeah, not-–it wasn’t really ideal––But I––My friend dragged me here––We weren’t even meant to be over here––But she needed a book and then we got caught in the rain and––“ Unlike everyone after hearing my rant, the barista behind the counter didn’t look frightened. There was a soft closed lip smile resting on his face as he looked up at me. He looked intrigued. “And now we’re studying.”
“Studying.” He whispered under his breath. He was about to say something else before a yellow paper cup hit him in the back of his head. Both of our eyes shifted to the other person behind the counter.
“Oi, Romeo,” His Irish accent had stood out to me in the sea of English accents, “Get a move on.”
The guy I had been talking to rolled his eyes and stood up, “What can I get for ya?”
“Uh––A latte.”
He nodded and uncapped a sharpie as he wrote it on the side of a cup that looked like the one that had just hit him in the head. He paused his writing and glanced up, “What’s your name, love?”
Love.
I swore I could feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach, but I did manage to get my name out without any rambling, “McLane.”
He nodded, “McLane.” his small smile spread out to a full blown grin, “Just listen for your name and it’ll be here.”
I paid for my coffee and dropped a pound in the tip jar. From the corner of my eye I saw his smile grow wider as he took a new order, not nearly spending as much time talking to the next customer. I walked back over to Ella who had her highlighter out and brows furrowed.
I sat back down and stared at the deep purple wall behind her. There was something intriguing about the guy behind the counter, something that made me want to just be in his presence. He had a boyish charm to him, but his aura seeped of maturity and confidence. And his smile. It was inviting. I was completely sober, but I came away from our conversation feeling slightly tipsy.
Ella jumped up when she heard her name and sat back down sipping her coffee. She picked up her highlighter, but did a double take when she noticed the far off look in my eye, “Alright there?”
I blinked my eyes twice and cleared my throat, “I–-uh––Yeah, wonderful––so nice––still a little cold, but I–––“
“Mick.”
“Good, good,” A small smile crept onto my face, “I’m good.”
Ella nodded slowly, looking at me with cautious eyes not believing a word I said. But I was good. More than good. “You seem a little…off.” I shook my head as I replayed the conversation with the barista in my head. It was small, really nothing of importance, but just the thought of it brought a smile to my face. Ella continued with her concern, “Are you––“
“McLane!”
I jumped up at the sound of the Canadian accent, knocking my knee on the underside of the table, as quick sharp pain started at my knee and made its way down to my toes. The Irish boy behind the counter poked his head around from behind the stack of cups upon hearing the crash. Ella’s eyes beamed up at me and a knowing smirk tugged at her lips.
I shot her a glare before I made my way to the counter where I saw the brown eyed barista holding a yellow cup with my name written in chicken scratch with all capital letters.
“Here you go, love.” He handed over my latte that was filled up to the very top. And as I was about to reach out for the steaming beverage he winked.
Winked.
I thought I was still daydreaming in my head, but our eyes were locked and a mischievous smirk made its way onto his face as my eyes widened. Oh no. I thought I had a hold of the coffee, but my hand dropped, and his eyes widened. Some liquid splashed over the top and onto his hand as he sucked in a breath.
“Oh, I––Sorry––This––Thank you,” I mumbled. His eyes snapped back up to mine and softened. I averted my gaze to the yellow cup and took it from his hold, briefly taking notice how our fingers brushed. Now I was the one who snapped my gaze up to him to see that he was already looking at me, “Thanks, again.” I swiftly turned on my heel and walked back to the couch as embarrassment flooded my body, where Ella sat with a scheming look in her eyes, textbook abandoned.
“How much did you ramble, McLane?”
“Shut up.” I grumbled as I took a lactose pill out of my bag and Ella threw her had back cackling.
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Little Paul || Z.H
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Summary: After studying abroad for 9 months the younger Paul goes to live with his older brother to LA. She meets 5 boys that are going to change her life especially one of them
Words: 3.270
A/N: so I've had this idea for a long time now and i just wanted to show it to u guys. Tell me if u like it theres a possibility that is gonna have more than 1 part
April 15 2017
Bailee's POV
One hour! I've been here sitting outside the airport waiting for him to come and pick me up for one hour. I decided that it was time to call him and maybe remember him that her little sister is at the airport. I took my phone from my back pocket, I push the home button and the screen lights up just to show that I don’t have any signal. Fuck. I still have an international number. I connect to the airport Wi-Fi and FaceTime him. After three beeps he answered.
"Hi Bailee, what's popping?" Logan says calmly while I see him holding his vlogging camera towards the phone.
"Well u know everything is fine except for the fact that I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR ONE HOUR!" I scream the last part causing him to wide his eyes realizing his mistake.
"Shit. I forgot that was today I'm so sorry B I'm coming right now just wait for me" he said while he was standing from his chair and talking to some people I didn't know.
"Just hurry up I'm tired of waiting" I sigh rubbing my fingers in my forehead.
"Yeah that's hard with LA traffic but I'll do everything possible. Love u sis. See u in a bit" Before he hangs up I heard him talking to his manager about some location but I didn't put importance in that, I just want to go to sleep after a long 11 hour flight.
I saw a bench and decided to sit down while I waited my brother. I lit a cigarette while scrolling down on Instagram. I stop scrolling when I saw a picture of me and my friends back in Chile. I sigh. I miss this girls. I was supposed to be there for a whole year but shit happened and here I am. Living with one of my idiots brothers.
After 45 minutes I see a car approaching to me, it stops in front of me and Logan gets down of it. When I see him I go running to hug him. He catch me and hugs me back.
"I missed you so much Logan" I said while he gets me down.
"I missed you too B, now let's put your luggage in the car" he says while going for my suitcases but suddenly he turns to me. "Bailey I need to tell you something"
"What did you do now?" I ask him crossing my arms in my chest
"Well before coming here to get you I was really doing something very important that I didn't finish and you are going with me to finish it" he said it so fast that I barely understood while closing his eyes scared of my reaction.
"And what is that 'something' you were doing?" I say raising an eyebrow
"Well it's a music video for this boyband called Why Don't We, I swear it's gonna be fun" he puts both of his hands together in front of his chest begging for me to understand
"Do I have other option?" I say giving up already knowing he was gonna find a way to make me go anyways
"Thanks B I knew you were gonna understand" he says while kissing my forehead and taking my suitcases to the car. I'm ready to open the car door until he stops me
"Before you get in to the car I have to tell you that these guys are around your age and they are hot but you can't date any of them" he says pointing his finger to me with a warning look
"Ok I get it you don't want your little sister to have a boyfriend but what if I fell in love with one of them? Not that I want that but are you really gonna stop real love?" I ask him with a raised eyebrow
"Yes, you're not allowed to date until 40" he says hopping in to the car while I roll my eyes at him.
I hop in the car and I see a guy around my age besides me. If this is one of the boyband guy Logan was right he is hot, no he is not hot he is a God. His brown hair that was in a perfect quiff looked soft and shiny, his rosey cheeks made him look even more cute.
When he realized that I got in the car he looked at me and smirked at me. God that smirk killed me, I know Logan warned me But I never thought that they were gonna be like THIS.
"Hi, I'm Zach Herron I don't know if your brother told you but I'm one of the boys in Why Don't We" he said holding his hand out for me to take it
"Hi, I'm Bailee Paul you know the sister that no one talks about, yeah that's me" I shake his hand smiling at him. He chuckles at what I just said "Yeah my brother just told me that you were recording a music video?" I continued talking as our hands separate from each other
"Yeah it's for our new single 'Something Different' you should listen to it you're gonna like it" he says putting his sunglasses down a bit and winking at me while I let out a little giggle forgetting that my brother it's at the other side of Zach
"Ok ok too much flirting over here, I knew I should have sit in the middle" my brother says to us while he takes his vloggin camera turning it on "So we had to make a stop before going to location number two to come and get my little sister say hi Bailey" he said shoving the camera in my face
"Hi" I say shyly to the camera waving my hand at it
"Awkward, anyways we're going to the woods my boy Zach is up next cause I want you ready" he says pointing at him
"Do i look ready?" Zach says looking at him
"I can't tell you have sunglasses on"
"How bout now?" Zach says while taking his sunglasses off
"Yeah you look ready bro" he says with an excited voice. He then turns off his camera and look at Zach "You may be hot but you're not gonna date my sister neither the other boys so don't even think about it" he says with a warning look on his face
"I'm flatter, you think I'm hot" Zach says while putting back his sunglasses gaining a stare from Logan "Ok ok I'll try not to do something" lifting his hands as he was not guilty a little giggle left my lips making Logan look at me with a serious face, I stopped and started to look out the windows as if nothing had happened.
After a few minutes we got to the place where they're gonna film there were people already there. A guy came to Logan to explain where was everything and where they had to go, I just followed Logan while he was vlogging the place
while Logan was going up the stairs vlogging Zach i decided to stay right there and I sat down on one of the couches until I saw Jeff, Logan manager’s
“Bailee long time no see” he says while getting closer to me to give me a hug
“Yeah it’s been a couple of months” I say getting out of his embrace
“So are you gonna go upstairs to see howyour brother works or what?” he says pointing where Logan went a couple of minutes before
“I think I’m gonna go in a little I’m just gonna rest for a while”
“Ok I’m gonna go to see if your brother has broke something already” He says turning to the stairs while I laugh at his statement
I sit again in one of the couches and lit a ciggarette just sitting there when i see four guys around my age entering the place where I was, they stopped and looked at me with clear confusion on their faces until one of them decides to speak
“Hey you must be Bailee? Logan sister?” the taller one says to me with confusion still on his face
“Yeah that is me, and I suppose you are the other guys in the band?” I ask them but before they could answer my brother comes down the stairs with his laptop on his hands and when he sees the boys he stop what he is doing
“guys this is Bailey my little sister, and Bailey this are Jonah” he points the taller one that talked before “Daniel” He points one with pretty ocean eyes that you could see miles away “Jack” he points one that is smaller than the others with curly hair that I think it can’t be real “and Corbyn” he points the blonde one “they are the guys that I told you before” He says looking at me then he turns tolook at them “she’s out of limits you can’t date her” raising his eyebrows and pointing his finger to them to then go inside the house
As I roll my eyes at him the boys get closer to me and sit down with me.
“So what brings you to LA?” Corbyn asks me
“Well I was studying abroad in Chile but shit happened and my mom thought it was best for me to come here and stay with one of my brothers until I get my shit together” I tell them while I finished my ciggarette
“Wow that must be tough but hey if need someone to have fun with we are here we can be friends” Jack says with an excited tone while the other three look at me with big smiles on their faces
“thak you guys I apreciate it” I say with a smile on my face just when I say that Logan comes out the house and looks at me squinting his eyes
“Were you smoking?”
“If you are trying to stop me from doing it don’t try anymore I’m no gonna listen to you” I say to him in an annoyed tone
“Ok I’ll let you continue with that but you can’t do it in front of mom” he says giving up knowing that he can’t make me change my opinion giving me a warning look
“Ok I’ gonna tell her that I quit by the way when she is coming?”
“I don’t know in like a month I think” he claps his hands together making us all jump “Well we have a musicvideo to make where is Zach?”
“I’m here” Zach says coming down the stairs out of nowhere with different clothes than before
“Ok let’s go shoot” my brother says going up the stairs
We stayed a couple of minutes talking with the boys, they are really cool I think we are gonna be good friends, until we hear that something fall in the trees behind us I stand up to realize it was a ball i look upto see who has throw it and I see Zach looking at me with his cheeks redder than before while Logan whas vlogging all of this
“Hey Bailee can you take the ball out for us?” Logan ask me as if he hasn’t done anything, I see where the ball is and I can’t reach for it it’s to high up in the trees
“Yeah that it’s not happening, it’s too high. You weren’t supposedto be recording?” they both look at eachother and run where they should be. Iturn to the guys looking at me with big smirks on their faces “What?”
“Oh it’s nothing, let’s go to see the shoot” Daniel says and with that the four of them gets up and go up the stairs Ijust stand there for aminute before following them to the location
when we get there we see Logan, that has an horrible hat on by the way, and Zach fighting about if the leafs were poison ivy or not (they clearly were poison ivy) I roll my eyes as I see these scene after these they start recording Zach’s part.
When they finish recording these part Logan tells me that we have to go to the beach to record some more parts, as we were going down the stairs I was talking to Corbyn and he told me he has a girlfriend that lives in NY and how he thnks we are gonna be good friends if i meet her then I hear Logan turning of his camera and he turns to me
“I CALL SHOTGUN!” He screams in my direction and after this he ges running to the car that Jeff was gonna drive
“Oh you are on!” I say while running behind him clearly not passing him and he hops in the passenger seatscrolling down his window
“HA, I win! hop in the car loser” I give him a death stare while hopping into the car moments after Zach and Jonah enter the car, Zach being besides me, he enters and looks at me and gives me a smile that makes me wanna just grab him and kiss him but Ican’t do that so I just smiled him back
After a while we got to the beach as we were waiting for the other guys to get to the place Logan started to mess around with his camera recording how some random dude look like the hangover guy, as I saw the beautiful sea Zach got close to me
"So are you having fun?" He asked when he got beside me looking how the ocean moved
"Yeah it's been a great day but I don't know if I'm gonna get used to this LA life you know I'm too average for that by the way I like your song I'm gonna start listening to you guys" I say turning to him and giving him a big smile
"Yeah I still can't get used to this singing life but you know we are here if you need anything we're just like you and thanks I really appreciate that you like our music" he said giving me one of his smiles, I blushed a little and looked down to the floor
"Hey Zach, Bailee the guys are here let's go before Logan kicks your ass when he sees you're flirting with his sister" he pats Zach on the back while we both blush like crazy, a little laugh left Jonah's mouth, we started wto walk where Logan was and saw the other guys with him
“WHO’S READY TO SMASH?” Logan screams, Jack and Zach follow him and I just roll my eyes at them while shaking my head side to side
“So you and Zach?” Daniel asks me while wiggling his eyebrows at me
“Pfff no, I’m not looking for someone right now but if I did there would be a big problem called Logan” I look at him while pointing at my brother that was messing around with the other boys
“Ok Bailee your secret it’s safe with me, I’m not gonna tell Logan nor Zach that you have a crush on the little Zachary” as soon as he said those words he left towards the others boys leaving me standing with my mouth wide open
“B, close your mouth if you don’t want flies in there” Logan close my mouth while he passes by as I roll my eyes at him following him to the shore
As we waited to be everything to be set up to start recording the guys were taking some pictures and messing up with Logan while I sit down I lit another cigarette watching the waves crashing on the sand and feeling the cold breeze hitting my face just thinking on the moment, as I finished smoking I got up and went where the were just to find my brother taking off his pants I shake my head laughing at my stupid my brother
after this break they continued shooting the music video when they finished we stayed a couple of moments just hanging out until we decided that it was time to go, as we were going to parking lot I was talking to Jack, Zach and Daniel about some random stuff
“Guys come here with me we need to finish the Vlog” Logan called the guys and with that they followed my brother
after finishing the vlog a fan came to Logan to ask him for a picture I was happy to see him succeed I felt some hand touching my shoulder and as I turn around I see Zach in front of me
“Hey Bailee I just wanted to let you know that I had a great time with you so I was wondering if you could give me your phone number? you know to hang out sometime, if you don’t want to it’s ok I understand I’m not pushing you or anything” Zach was scratchin the back of his neck while telling me this
“Of course, I had a great time with you guys here give me your phone” He passes me his phone and while I put my number in it I can feel his stare that makes me blush after I finish I give his phone back ”Hope to see you soon Zach, bye” I smile at him and turn on my heels to go where Logan is
“Let’s go home sis” Logan wraps an arm around my shoulder leading me to the car where my stuff were, the drive was calm listening to some music and talking once in a while.When we got to the apartment the first thing I saw was maverick
“Maverick! I missed you!” He started to make so much noise when we came I let him out not before closing windows and doors, he instantly flew to my shoulder and stayed there for a while
“Hey Logan you think tomorrow you have some time to take me to repair my phone it’s not taking any signal I think it’s because the country change” I ask him while i pet Maverick
“Yeah I think we have some time, remember I’m moving tomorrow and you are gonna help me with that, now go to sleep take my bed and here is the Wifi password if you need it” after this he kisses my forehead and guides me to his room leaving Maverick on his cage
I put the password on my phone and while I wait for all my messages to pop up I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put me some pajamas after that I turn off the lights and go to bed, I check all my social media before locking my phone and put it on my nightstand just after I close my eyes I feel my phone buzz I take it and see it’s a message from an unknown number
‘Hey Bailee it’s Zach I just wanted to tell you that I had a great time today, maybe we can hang out again sometime with the boys? just let me know when you can x.’
I smiled when I read it, he’s so cute. I started to write a message for him
‘Hey Zach I had fun too, and I would love to meet up again, this week I have to help Logan with moving out his stuff so maybe next week? let me know x.’
I lock my phone and left it on my nightstand ready to fall asleep with a big smile on my face.
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So I have a midterm tomorrow and instead of studying I’m going to come on here and talk to ya’ll about my feelings.
Things at school are going well. I’ve been feeling a little more anxious/depressed lately, but I’m powering through it. Not everyday is going to be a good day, but I can work to find something good in everyday.
Things with “Jack” are stupid. Why are boys so confusing? He teases me so much which I know is a stereotypical sign that a guy likes you, but it also could just be him teasing me. Today he said, “I do it out of love” and I’m like L-O-V-E LOVE THE WAY YOU GIVE IT TO ME. And he’s said stuff before like “I love how honest you are” after I say something to my friend like “wow I’m not going to lie I wasn’t listening to any of that” and the other day he said “You’re so easy to make fun of I love it” and I’m like okay do you love it or do you love me? Even my roommate was like “Is that Jack flirting? Like why is he confusing” and I’m like same fam what the fuck.
Even aside from that, he’ll just do random shit that makes me wonder what’s going on in his head. One time I was talking with him and my friend and my friend mentioned how she was going to spend the weekend with her boyfriend and Jack jokingly was like “Same” and then my friend started to speak again but Jack randomly said, “I haven’t had a girlfriend in, like, two years. Anyway,” and then let my friend talk again. I was like ??? why did you say that ??? there was no need to say that ??? is that your way of letting me know you’re single ??? Also after he makes fun of me I always say shit like “Jack hates me” or I’ll say “Jack why do you always judge me?” and he sometimes gets really sad when I say it like he’ll say shit like “when have I ever judged you?” or “No I don’t hate you!” and I get so shook because I say that shit all the time but I never have people actually care.
Let’s just recall how Jack is everything I look for in a man. He checks off everything on my list:
- loves Jesus
- cares for disabled people
- tolerates my love/obsession for Harry Potter
- doesn’t mind the fact that I’m into taking pictures/videos
- is intelligent/has a good work ethic
- understands my anxiety
- speaks fucking Spanish ??? (That wasn’t even on my list. That was a requirement my friend had for a man I date so we can raise our kids bilingual. Like, what the fuck. What are the chances that he hits all of my points and the random one my friend threw in there?)
- I wish I had the list I wrote ages ago because I’m sure he checks off more of my random ones too
So, why did God give him to me? Now he’s just going to take him away.
Oh yeah, didn’t I mention? Jack isn’t coming back next semester. He’s going to study abroad.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy for him. He’s going to make so many memories and have so many cool experiences. I guess I just wish I got to have more time with him. I mean, I still have 9 or so weeks with him, but I thought I had more. And I know he’ll come back next year, and if I try and stay in touch with him while he’s gone, there’s no reason we can’t be friends again next year. I guess a stupid part of me just thought that maybe we’d actually fall in love. Maybe he’d somehow find me appealing. Maybe he’d eventually confess his love for me and we’d live happily ever after. I guess I just forget that someone can be everything you look for in a significant other, but you can be nothing they look for. Some people just aren’t meant to be. Maybe me and Jack just aren’t meant to be.
As a religious person who believes everything happens for a reason, I can’t help but ask God what this reason was. Why did he dangle someone who is everything I’ve been asking for in front of me only to take him away? Is there some twisted lesson I’m supposed to learn? Did He just want to taunt me? In a perfect world, God put him in my life so we can fall in love. Somehow I keep forgetting this is not a perfect world.
I suppose good things could still happen. I’ve been talking to my roommate about it and she keeps telling me not to give up hope. She always says that everyone said that her and her boyfriend would never get together, but they did. Obviously there’s always a twinge of hope I’ll hold onto, but I also don’t want to be ridiculous. I don’t want to waste my time pining after him. I guess once the semester is over, I’ll be able to move on. I just don’t want to compare every boy I run into to the idea of what could’ve been with him.
Aside from all that, things are going good. Classes are okay (I’ll probably fail my midterm tomorrow but oh well life sucks), work is fine (some of my tutees are lowkey the worst but I’m powering through), and my social life is decent. Me and my friends are doing good and this weekend my roommate and I went on an adventure/road trip, so that was great.
I’ve got to look on the bright side of things, I know. It’s just that every good moment I spend with Jack reminds me that in x number of days, he’ll be gone. Lately (this is going to sound so weird I’m sorry) I’ve caught myself just looking at him and being like, wow, you exist. Like I’ll watch how his smile lights up his eyes or how he uses his hands when he talks or how he’ll focus really hard when he’s trying to take a cool shot for his Instagram or how his mouth will stay open in this wide smile when someone is saying something funny and he’s waiting for the right moment to laugh or how when he laughs- and I mean really laughs- his face will turn red and he’ll lean forward like he can’t even sit still because he’s laughing so hard. It’s like I’m trying to memorize everything about him in case I start to forget him when he’s gone. Like I’m storing up all these pictures in my head to look back on when I miss him. I know, cringy. My roommate thinks I should flirt it up until he leaves, and maybe I will. I mean, what have I got to lose, right? In 9 weeks he’ll be gone anyway, so I might as well try and show him how I feel while I still can.
Anyway, I’ll keep you guys posted. Nothing will happen I’m sure, so don’t get your hopes up, but I know some of you are getting invested in my love-life (or lack thereof) xx
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