Jack was standing there, three stories below in the alleyway, tossing rocks up at my window. I slid up the glass and screen and leaned out.

"Hiya." He said into the phone and up at me.

"Hey there." I said with a grin. A small beep signaled he had hung up. "I thought you were supposed to be leaving?" I yelled down.

"Yeah, we're headed out now."

"Then why are you here?" I laughed.

Jack faked offence then said, "Alex wanted to pick up beer at the liquor store down the street." Nonchalantly, he added, "And I want you to come with me."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah! You're coming too! Pack your stuff!"

"Jack Barakat, do you have any idea how crazy you sound?"

"I know I sound crazy, don't you see what you do to me?" He smirked.

"Quoting your band's own lyrics won't help you one bit!" I jokingly scoffed.

"Just, consider it. Please? Do it for me." He pouted. "Can I just come up there, instead of yelling to you?"

"I guess so." I smiled. Jack Barakat wants in my apartment? Twist my arm. Ahaha. "Come on up."

I shut the window and closed the curtains. Flopping down on my unmade bed, I just considered my possibilities. On one hand, I have going with Jack and enjoying my summer until I need to figure out how to fix myself. On the other, I stay here, work, and try to figure out what to do with my life. A few minutes later, I heard a light rap on the door. Well, I guess its time to decide. I opened the door to a hopeful (and adorable) looking Jack.

I chuckled softly, then said "You gonna come in so we can actually talk about this?"

His face lit up as he walked inside.

"Kay, just hear me out. I know its insane. We only met yesterday, but from the moment I saw you, I've liked you. I want to get to know you. To learn who you are. I want to know your whole story. It scares me how badly I want to learn you. Yeah, it sounds crazy, but its the truth. Please, please, come with me. I can't bear to leave you behind."

Needless to say, his whole speech kind of shocked me. I never had someone profess this kind of thing to me. It was all foreign territory. Maybe that's why I looked him in the eyes and said, "Okay, Jack. I'll come with you. And, I'll tell you why. You saved me from Sean. The way I feel when I'm around you is incomparable to how I felt around him. So, yes, I'll come with you." I giggled as Jack pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head.

"This is so awesome. Pack your shit! We gotta go! What can I do to help?" He asked.

"Um, go into my closet and get the green duffel bag off the shelf. Get the black Toms, the Converse, and the checkered Vans and throw them into the bottom." I walked into my small bathroom, filling a backpack with my shower stuff, my straightener and hair dryer, and my make up. When I walked back into main room, I found Jack hovering over my desk looking at an Art II book.

"You were an art student?"

"Yeah. I went to art school up through sophomore year, when Sean convinced me to drop out because 'I wasn't spending enough time with him'. But its whatever. I might go back, eventually."

"That's bullshit. Him telling you that, I mean. These drawings are really good."

I blushed. I always got embarrassed when people complimented my art.

"Grab those sketchbooks and a pencil for me. I'll show you some more sometime." I smiled.



In about thirty minutes, Jack and I managed to pack my the stuff I'd need for the rest of the tour.

"You ready to go?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, I guess so." I said.

"Okay. Want me to take your bag down?"

"I can handle this if you carry the duffel bag." I said as I grabbed my backpack and purse.

"Okay. Lets head out. The bus is parked a little bit down the alley. I'll let Alex know we're on our way down." He said as he stepped into the hallway. I looked around my room, for the last time for a little while. I sighed, grabbing my keys off the shelf and walking out. I shut the door of my old room and locked it.

I turned to face Jack. "You ready?"

"Of course."

I took his hand as we walked down towards the elevator and away from my old life.