Stories Untold
Jack
“I’m gonna break your little heart. Show you to the door. Sew yourself shut. Now you’re begging for more. ‘Cause there’s nothing surgery can do, when I break your little heart in two,” Alex sang, while I played the last notes to Break Your Little Heart. “Alright you little fuckers! Are you ready for this show to really begin?”
The crowd screamed, making me smile. This is what I love to do; being in front of large crowds, playing my heart out. Making girls yell for more, in two ways. Yes, by fucking and playing for them. I played a random tune to make sure the guitar was still in tune.
“Jack! What the fuck are you doing?” Alex held onto the mic stand, glancing at me.
“Your mom,” I spoke into my mic, smirking at my best friend.
“Ah, like I was doing yours last night?” He laughed. “Jack mom’s a fucking slut if you guys didn’t know that already!”
“It’s true! She loves to get down and dirty!” I chuckled, along with the crowd.
Before I knew it, the show ended and we ran off stage after saying goodbye to the fans. I always hate when a show ended. It feels like a part of me died out there on stage after I left, but I love getting back up there the next night even more. As we entered out dressing room, I noticed a lovely blond sitting on the couch, widening my smile more.
“Jack-o!” She smiled, running to my opened arms.
“Hey Hol,” I gave her a long overdue kiss and hug.
“I can’t believe you guys are engaged,” Zack patted my back, shaking his head.
My eyes grew wide, as I turned to stare at Zack. I had not asked Holly to marry me yet. I meant to do it a while ago, but I chickened out. Holly looked at him confused, before smiling up at me. I hesitated, but smiled softly back at her.
“Thanks Zack,” I glared at the bassist. He bit his lip sympathetically. I sighed, glancing back at Holly, “I was planning on doing it a while back, but I chickened out.”
“Then ask me now,” she grinned excitedly up at me.
“Not here,” I shook my head, “It has to be a surprise.”
“Fine,” she pouted, but gave me a small kiss.
[♪♫♪♫♪]
I grew nervous, sitting on the beach, and waiting for Holly to show up after the scavenger hunt I sent her on to get here. It was growing near nine at night and she should be here by now. Just as I was about to give up hope, I saw a figure walking towards me. I smiled at she came closer. When she got closer, I got down one knee. She stopped in front of the rose pedals that spelled out ‘will you marry me?’.
“Jack,” Holly whispered, tearing up, looking up at me.
“Will you marry me, Holly,” I opened up the ring box, letting the diamond glisten against moonlight off the water.
“Yes,” she cried, nodding her head quickly.
Smiling, I placed the ring on her finger, but I told her to not tell many people that we were engaged. She questioned me on why and I told her because I wanted to keep it on the down low for as long as possible, so many people did not get into our personal lives. I made sure the tabloids stayed out of that part of my life as much as I could. We went home that night, ready to celebrate our newly engagement.
[♫♪♫♪♫]
“Jack, why are you heading here?” Alex asked later that week, as I made my way to Baltimore.
“To take care of something that should have been taking care of a long time ago,” I sighed over the phone, walking off the plane.
Soon, I found myself in front of the house I left four years ago, where I saw a cat laying out on the front swing. The same cat I bought her for her nineteenth birthday. Stepping out of my car, Riley’s head popped up, watching as I walked to the front door. She growled before hissing loudly at me, causing the front door to open.
“Ri, what’s all the fuss,” the young woman walked out the front door, stopping what she was saying when she saw me standing there. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
We both glared at each other, while she held her cat lovingly in her arms. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to be here at all. I wanted to be back in California with Holly, but in order for me to do that, I had to come here and see the last person I wanted to. Running my hands through my hair, I reached into my backpack, pulling out the manila envelope.
“Just sign the divorce papers, Madelyn,” I sighed.
The crowd screamed, making me smile. This is what I love to do; being in front of large crowds, playing my heart out. Making girls yell for more, in two ways. Yes, by fucking and playing for them. I played a random tune to make sure the guitar was still in tune.
“Jack! What the fuck are you doing?” Alex held onto the mic stand, glancing at me.
“Your mom,” I spoke into my mic, smirking at my best friend.
“Ah, like I was doing yours last night?” He laughed. “Jack mom’s a fucking slut if you guys didn’t know that already!”
“It’s true! She loves to get down and dirty!” I chuckled, along with the crowd.
Before I knew it, the show ended and we ran off stage after saying goodbye to the fans. I always hate when a show ended. It feels like a part of me died out there on stage after I left, but I love getting back up there the next night even more. As we entered out dressing room, I noticed a lovely blond sitting on the couch, widening my smile more.
“Jack-o!” She smiled, running to my opened arms.
“Hey Hol,” I gave her a long overdue kiss and hug.
“I can’t believe you guys are engaged,” Zack patted my back, shaking his head.
My eyes grew wide, as I turned to stare at Zack. I had not asked Holly to marry me yet. I meant to do it a while ago, but I chickened out. Holly looked at him confused, before smiling up at me. I hesitated, but smiled softly back at her.
“Thanks Zack,” I glared at the bassist. He bit his lip sympathetically. I sighed, glancing back at Holly, “I was planning on doing it a while back, but I chickened out.”
“Then ask me now,” she grinned excitedly up at me.
“Not here,” I shook my head, “It has to be a surprise.”
“Fine,” she pouted, but gave me a small kiss.
[♪♫♪♫♪]
I grew nervous, sitting on the beach, and waiting for Holly to show up after the scavenger hunt I sent her on to get here. It was growing near nine at night and she should be here by now. Just as I was about to give up hope, I saw a figure walking towards me. I smiled at she came closer. When she got closer, I got down one knee. She stopped in front of the rose pedals that spelled out ‘will you marry me?’.
“Jack,” Holly whispered, tearing up, looking up at me.
“Will you marry me, Holly,” I opened up the ring box, letting the diamond glisten against moonlight off the water.
“Yes,” she cried, nodding her head quickly.
Smiling, I placed the ring on her finger, but I told her to not tell many people that we were engaged. She questioned me on why and I told her because I wanted to keep it on the down low for as long as possible, so many people did not get into our personal lives. I made sure the tabloids stayed out of that part of my life as much as I could. We went home that night, ready to celebrate our newly engagement.
[♫♪♫♪♫]
“Jack, why are you heading here?” Alex asked later that week, as I made my way to Baltimore.
“To take care of something that should have been taking care of a long time ago,” I sighed over the phone, walking off the plane.
Soon, I found myself in front of the house I left four years ago, where I saw a cat laying out on the front swing. The same cat I bought her for her nineteenth birthday. Stepping out of my car, Riley’s head popped up, watching as I walked to the front door. She growled before hissing loudly at me, causing the front door to open.
“Ri, what’s all the fuss,” the young woman walked out the front door, stopping what she was saying when she saw me standing there. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
We both glared at each other, while she held her cat lovingly in her arms. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to be here at all. I wanted to be back in California with Holly, but in order for me to do that, I had to come here and see the last person I wanted to. Running my hands through my hair, I reached into my backpack, pulling out the manila envelope.
“Just sign the divorce papers, Madelyn,” I sighed.
