It was about a week and a half since I went to Mickey’s with Tiffany, and since I saw Jack. I honestly could not get him out of my mind, and it was making me sick. I kept wondering how he was doing, how the band was doing, and if he thought about me like I thought about him. I really did miss the rest of the boys though. I mean I was dating Jack, but I was still fairly close to the rest of them. Like Alex was my best friend, Rian was like an older brother, and I always felt really close to Zack for some reason. I couldn’t explain it, it was like this really cool bond. He always gave me good advice, and he was always there for me in ways the other boys couldn’t be, even in ways Jack couldn’t be there for me. Like I said I couldn’t explain it, but I sure do miss it. I didn’t want to think about them though, because I knew if I wanted to see them I’d have to see Jack. Which was something I don’t think I could ever bring myself to do.
I brushed those thoughts off to the side as I snuggled into Flynn’s chest. We were on the couch watching some movie on Netflix, but I think from his steady chest heaves and heavy breathing that he fell asleep. I was about to do the same, but I heard my phone ringing. It was all the way on the side table, and I was really tired, so I ignored it as my eyes fluttered shut. Halfway into my blissful slumber, my phone decided to ring again. I groaned to myself, and decided that since my phone rang twice within ten minutes, it was important. I slid from underneath Flynn’s arm, shuffling over to the side table. I picked my phone up without even looking to see who it was.
“ERIN.” I heard a very irritated Tiffany on the other line.
“Ugh, Tiff I was taking a nap, what do you want?” I replied just as irritated as I slid down the wall and sat on the floor.
“Well do you want a JOB?” She asked sternly, I could tell that she was doing her famous eye roll.
“Uh, yeah, what does that have to do with anything?”
“Remember the merch guy I told you about? Yeah well they’re interested in you, and that was him that just called you!” Her voice sounded less irritated now, but she was still trying to get my attention.
“Oh shit! Uh thanks for telling me, I’ll call him back now.” I stated groggily, hanging up before she could reply. I cleared my throat a few times, then I got up and walked into my room. I sat on the bed, clutching my phone to my chest.
“This is really it Erin, you might be getting a job today.” I said quietly to myself with a smile. I sat back and leaned on the headboard, and looked into my recent calls. I returned the missed call, a bit too eager as I heard the dial tone.
“Hello?” I heard a voice on the other line, a guy’s voice obviously. I mean I knew it was gonna be a guy.
“Hello, this is Erin Watts. Sorry I missed your call, I was cooking.” I lied straight through my teeth. Cooking, really? Well it sounded better than ‘I was sleeping next to my boyfriend and I simply ignored your call.’
“Oh no problem, its all good.” He replied with a laugh, which made me smile a bit. It was nice to know I wasn’t talking to some guy with a stick up his ass.
“Yeah, so you’re Erin. Tiffany put in a good word or two for you.”
“Oh really? I know her, were they all good?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm, just trying to make light of the conversation. He laughed again.
“Oh yeah, really good infact.”
“That’s good. How do you two know each other, anyway?” I don’t really know why I asked that, I was just trying to make small talk.
“Uh we met at a bar a few months ago back when I was in Baltimore.” He replied hazily, like he didn’t entirely remember that night, or day.
“Ah, I see.”
“Yeah. Well I’ve seen your previous work, and I think its good enough for you to work with this band. I gotta warn you though, they’re a bit crazy.” He laughed again into the phone.
“Yay! That’s great, I need a job. Like now.” I cheered, a huge smile appearing on my face.
“By the way, I never caught your name.” Weird, we were talking for a good five whole minutes and I didn’t catch this guy’s name.
“Oh yeah, sorry that was rude of me. My name’s Vinny. Vinny Vegas.”
“Oh okay, sounds good.” That name sounded waay too familiar, but I shook it off. It was probably just from Tiffany talking about him once or twice.
“Yeah, so I mean I don’t know if you have the job for sure, but we want you to come in tomorrow around 3 so we can talk to you, if you’re okay with that.”
“Yeah that’s great! Not a problem.” I stood up and paced around the room.
“Great. I’ll see you then.”
“Wait, what band will I be working for again?” I was so excited in the possibility of having a job as a tour manager that I didn’t even bother to ask what band I’d be managing.
“All Time Low, straight out of Baltimore. Have you heard of them?”
My jaw almost dropped to the floor, along with my stomach. All Time fucking Low. That was Jack’s band. The band with all the boys I was thinking about earlier. The band that my ex boyfriend is a guitarist for. I was in total shock.
“Hello?” I heard Vinny’s voice in my ear, which brought me back to my harsh reality.
“Sorry. Oh yeah, I’ve heard of them.” I replied, trying to smile again but I couldn’t bring myself to it. I really wanted to hang up the phone and just run away as fast I could, but I couldn’t afford to say no to this job. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn’t. It’d be so hard to get another job in the music industry, a job that I’d actually enjoy AND that pays well. I’d just have to suck it up and get over it.
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow at 3?”
“Yeah, tomorrow at 3. Nice talking to you.” I replied weakly, pulling on the ends of my hair as I held the phone between my shoulder and my ear.
“Nice talking to you too, Erin.” Vinny stated before killing the line.
“Fuck!” I yelled out as I kicked over the mini trash can in my bathroom. Why didn’t Tiffany tell me I’d be working for All Time fucking Low? That’s kind of a big deal! I immediately heard Flynn get up and make his way to the room.
“Hey baby is everything alright?” He asked a bit woozily, pulling me into him and kissing my head.
“Uh yeah, everything is fine. Just stubbed my toe.” I lied as I looked up at him and smiled.
“Oh alright then. Who were you on the phone with?”
“You remember that guy I told you Tiffany was putting in a good word for me to? Yeah, that was him. I have an interview tomorrow at 3.” I replied blankly. He let go of me, bringing himself to his fully awake state.
“You have an interview? Erin that’s awesome! You should be excited!” He exclaimed, smiling widely and showing off his white teeth.
“I am! I’m just a bit tired.” I lied again as I smiled faintly at him.
“Well, why don’t we go to a celebratory dinner? That’ll wake you up.” He pulled me back into him and hugged me tightly.
“I haven’t even got the job yet!” I laughed, looking up into his brown eyes.
“Yeah, but I know you Erin, you’re totally gonna get it. And I could really use a steak.” He joked, his smile still wide.
“Alright alright, I’ll shower and put on something nice.” I giggled as I made my way to the closet. He followed.
“Okay babe, let me know when you’re out the shower so I can go in.”
“Okaay.” I replied in a sing-song voice, which eventually faded into a sigh as he left the room. I don’t think I’m ready for this.

Notes

So Erin is gonna be working with All Time Low... I'm pretty sure you guys saw that coming though. And this is short/sucky for two reasons.

1. its a filler chapter
2. i have a really bad concussion right now! i slipped in the shower on a bar of soap. smooth, i know. but im banned from electronics for two weeks. so i had to type this out really quickly, because i just wanted to get something up so i could tell you guys about this. so since this has occured, i won't be updating that much! i'm sorry, i'll try as hard as i can!

but thanks for understanding! i'm thinking of writing the next chapter in jack's point of view when they break the news that erin will be their new tour manager, what do you think?? some comments would be very encouraging, by the way. thank you for reading, i love you! tell me what you think? :)))