You had just gotten back home from touring, and you walk into your house that you shared with your boyfriend of four months, Jack Barakat. You met him through your good friends in Blink-182. You grew up listening to them and you owned every single album of theirs. When you hit it off in your own music career, you had the opportunity to meet them and you became good friends and kept in touch with them often. Recently, they were touring in UK the same time as you with Green Day and a few other bands. You stopped by one of their shows and Mark introduced you to All Time Low, Jack’s band. You started talking to Jack, eventually exchanged phone numbers, and the rest was history. You always felt bad for Jack, though. You were a bit higher than him when it came to fame considering the fact that your genre was pop and his was alternative. He had to keep up with your lifestyle the best he could and he wasn’t doing that bad of a job considering the fact that he could relate to you in a sense. Things were going great, so far. And you loved every minute you were together.

You slowly close the door and tip-toe into the living room to see the back of Jack’s head, as he was sitting on the couch talking on the phone.

“Yeah, five o’clock on Friday works fine. I just want my hair one color again.... No, the fans love it... I don’t know, it’s just not me I guess.... Thanks Terra, see you soon.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jack wanted to get rid of the oh-so-famous skunk hair his fans gushed over? Weird.

You knock lightly on the wall, “Hey stranger.”

He turns around and sees you and his eyes widen, he quickly stands up and runs up to you and envelopes you in a hug, lifting you off the ground a little.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N..” He whispers into your hair.

“I missed you too, babe.” You reply, your heart melting at how romantic this was.

He pulls awake and kisses you passionately for the first time in weeks. You felt your knees get weak and pulled away, breathless, and rested your forehead on his.

“Did I just hear that right?” You ask him as he held your hands and gazed into your eyes.

He lifts his head and cocks his head at you, confused, “What are you talking about?”

You let go of his hands and walk to the stairs, setting your suitcase down, “Your hair. You want it one color again?”

He ruffles his hair with his hands before he looks up at me, “Ha, yeah. I’m just not digging it recently.”
You walk back up to him and grab his face in your hands and kiss him once again, “Whatever makes you happy, babe.”

He gives you a small smile and you grab your suitcase and walk up the stairs, “I’m gonna change, I’ll be right down.”

You walk into your’s and Jack’s room and put your suitcase down, you sit on the bed. Damn, it feels nice to be in your own room after weeks of spending your nights in different hotels.

Everything looked the same since you last saw it except Jack clothes were strewn around the room. You shake your head. You always kept him organized but the second you were gone he would go back to his regular, sloppy routine. Next to you, Jack’s laptop was sitting on the bed open. You decided to check your fb and twitter.

When you move the cursor the screen lights up, showing a video on YouTube that Jack was probably watching earlier. You read the title:

“TMZ: Y/N’s New Rocker Beau Jack Barakat”

Oh no. People were starting to find out about you and Jack. You were able to handle the heat from the paparazzi and fans, but you weren’t sure how Jack would handle all the publicity and negativity he might receive.

Out of curiosity, you press play. The video starts to play and one of the usual TMZ’s reporters pops onto the screen, wearing a tight dress and long, curly dirty blonde hair alongside another female reporter whom you’d never seen before.

“A few weeks ago, Y/N was spotted out and about with what appears to be her new beau, Jack Barakat.”

“Jack Barakat plays guitar in the band All Time Low, and his twitter shows numerous flirtatious tweets between him and Y/N, along with instagram pictures with her and a few of their friends.”

I roll my eyes, at the screen. None of my tweets with Jack were flirtatious, we always try to keep things on the DL. But even a simple “hi, what’s up” is considered flirting in present day media.

“What’s with this guy anyways? I mean I looked through some of his tweets and he says the most immature, childish things. It’s hard to believe Y/N would date someone like that.” One of the reporters comments, laughing at the end.

“Yeah, I’ve seen a few pictures of him on the web and he seems totally immature. And what’s with the hair? This guy is like what, in his mid-20s?” They both start laughing together.

I heard enough. I paused the video and let out a heavy sigh. It all made sense now, the phone call I heard earlier.. Jack was trying to mature up for me so people would deem him “decent enough” to date me.

It made me sick. I felt so bad that he had to hear those hateful things about himself. I never saw Jack as the type to take hate to heart, but I guess he had a sensitive side to him.

I closed the laptop, changed into some sweats and a t-shirt, and went back downstairs to join Jack in the living room.

He was sitting on the couch, playing a game on his iPhone. I sat down on the couch and cuddled up next to him.

He closed his game and leaned down and kissed the top of my head before resting his own head on mine. I traced the veins in his hands and he watched me intently. We sat like that for a few minutes.

“Jack?” I said, still tracing his veins.

“Yeah?”

“You know, I never thought I would meet someone who was completely flawless and perfect.”

He sat up and stared at me, then let out a small laugh.

“Jack, I’m serious. Out of the few guys I’ve dated in my lifetime, you’re the only one that I can’t find one flaw in. It’s like, I love everything about you. There’s nothing I would change, even if I could.”

His mouth formed a straight line, and he stared into my eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s just that.. I sometimes feel like you think that I’m like..” He paused, it seemed like it was hard for him to continue.

“Say it, Jack.”

“You don’t think I’m immature?”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “No Jack, never. I like your jokes and how silly you are. It’s one of my favorite things about you. And as long as you’re appropriate and mature when you have to be, which you are, I’m fine.”
He laughed too, and he looked so relieved. He leaned in and kissed me, I tangled my fingers into his hair.

“Oh and by the way, I love your hair just the way it is.” I whispered into his lips.

And with that I got up and made my way back upstairs, “I’m pretty jet-lagged, so I’m just gonna go to sleep. Night, Jacky.”

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I walk out a few minutes later and walk towards the bedroom when I hear Jack downstairs on the phone again.

“Yeah, Terra? It’s Jack again. Cancel that appointment I made earlier, I changed my mind.”