Lost Boy
Can't figure him out.
Rian's POV
For a month or so Jack had been so dry, he wasn't acting normal and obviously having trust issues with us all. What was wrong with him, nobody knew then. Emphasis on then. He'd acted normal in interviews and been himself in front of cameras but when he got back it was like we'd never met before.
I woke up on the tour bus and saw Jack by himself sprawled out across the sofa watching Adventure Time, we'd brought it on the Warped Tour with us. "Morning, Jack." He looked over his shoulder and and just returned to his show like we'd fought the night before but I hadn't even said more than a sentence to him yesterday. I sighed and grabbed a mug from the cupboard making myself some coffee. "Want a cup?" Again, no answer. Honestly, I wasn't angry at Jack when he did this, I was upset with him because every dry answer and every ignored sentence stung, it was like a sharp pain in my chest every time in inhaled. I always thought it was something I did wrong, I mean my best friend of so many years just suddenly stopped talking to me and my other band mates for no reason. I started to make my cup of coffee and sat on the sofa across from Jack joining him in the Adventure Time episode. "Have you seen this one before?"
"Yep." Well, I got something from him but it was dry.
"Jack?"
He turned to me, "Jack, what's wrong?" He quickly turned back to his show and ignored me again.
I sat up and made my way to my bunk, pulling out my laptop. I decided to watch Breaking Bad and catch up a little bit considering Jack really was not cooperating.
I heard someone getting up and lift the curtain covering my bunk, it was Alex. He kneeled beside my bunk as it was on the bottom, "Hey, Rian?"
"Yeah?"
"How's Jack been?"
"Dry as usual it's getting outta hand man."
"Still? It's been a month now what do you thinks up?"
"I really don't know but I wish I could see inside his head and find out."
"Me too, we gotta do something about it though."
"You can say that again."
"But what should we say?"
"I really don't know."
For a month or so Jack had been so dry, he wasn't acting normal and obviously having trust issues with us all. What was wrong with him, nobody knew then. Emphasis on then. He'd acted normal in interviews and been himself in front of cameras but when he got back it was like we'd never met before.
I woke up on the tour bus and saw Jack by himself sprawled out across the sofa watching Adventure Time, we'd brought it on the Warped Tour with us. "Morning, Jack." He looked over his shoulder and and just returned to his show like we'd fought the night before but I hadn't even said more than a sentence to him yesterday. I sighed and grabbed a mug from the cupboard making myself some coffee. "Want a cup?" Again, no answer. Honestly, I wasn't angry at Jack when he did this, I was upset with him because every dry answer and every ignored sentence stung, it was like a sharp pain in my chest every time in inhaled. I always thought it was something I did wrong, I mean my best friend of so many years just suddenly stopped talking to me and my other band mates for no reason. I started to make my cup of coffee and sat on the sofa across from Jack joining him in the Adventure Time episode. "Have you seen this one before?"
"Yep." Well, I got something from him but it was dry.
"Jack?"
He turned to me, "Jack, what's wrong?" He quickly turned back to his show and ignored me again.
I sat up and made my way to my bunk, pulling out my laptop. I decided to watch Breaking Bad and catch up a little bit considering Jack really was not cooperating.
I heard someone getting up and lift the curtain covering my bunk, it was Alex. He kneeled beside my bunk as it was on the bottom, "Hey, Rian?"
"Yeah?"
"How's Jack been?"
"Dry as usual it's getting outta hand man."
"Still? It's been a month now what do you thinks up?"
"I really don't know but I wish I could see inside his head and find out."
"Me too, we gotta do something about it though."
"You can say that again."
"But what should we say?"
"I really don't know."
