The Irony of Falling In Love

Jack| P.O.V


Waking up to the sound of Pierce the Veil's Don't fear the Reaper was like waking up to a sweet serenade.

I pushed the duvet off me and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Rian was still asleep, I was stunned by how he never got hangover after a long night of shots and vodka. Its like he was immune to it all.

I wore a plain white T-shirt with grey skinny jeans, black converse and a black hoodie. I threw myself onto Rian's body. He looked so cute when he was asleep, he'd do this weird pouting thing and his eyebrows would curve upwards.

"Dude, get off me. You're suffocating me." He said, waking up to my face right next to his. I smirked, looking at him eager like I was waiting for him to tell me something important.

"Do you mind? You're kinda breathing my air." He said, demanding me to get off him. I flopped to the side of his bed and watched him walk into the bathroom. "Jack?" He yelled over the water running in the shower.

"Yeah?" I crossed my arms behind my neck, admiring the plain white ceiling. "Please don't come in. As much as I love watching you dance like a hippie to Blink182 while I'm in the shower, it's disturbing."

"Waht???" I said, sitting up and walking to the bathroom door. "You mean you don't like my sassy moves," I opened the door. "My great singing and my depressing head banging??" He peeped threw the shower curtain, laughing.

"No wonder you have no girl. whoops! I meant guy." He smirked.

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Rian and I spent the whole afternoon lying on our beds and playing video games. It was a great way to not procrastinate over important stuff.

In the middle of us swearing each other over the video game, Rian's phone rang, "Hello?......Hey, Vic!.......Dude, we're so there!...... Awesome, we'll be there in twenty." He hang up and threw his phone on his bed.

I looked at him, dying to know what was awesome enough for us to be there in 20 minutes. "C'mon, get up. We're going for a party."

"But today was be-lazy-and-procrastinate day." I whined, sulking. He pulled me by the feet and dragged me to the door. "We can do that later."


The first five minutes of the drive was quiet. I put Green Day's album Insomniac on repeat and sang along to every song that came on.

"Maybe you'll find some cute guys to get laid with at the party, Jack." Rian said, trying to raise his voice over the music. "Shut up, Rian." I said, nudging his shoulder.

Ever since Rian's terrible break up, his been trying to get me a guy. I get that he's sorta depressed and all, but I don't need him trying to live my life for me. He's my best friend and I hate seeing him so lonely.

"Oh yeah, Have you talked to Taylor since the whole uh... y'know?" I asked him, trying to sound as casual as possible. "No." he murmured.

Before I could ask him why, his phone rang. "Jack, get it for me I'm driving." He said, looking at the caller ID and throwing it on my lap. I picked it up and answered the phone. "Hey, Taylor."

"Hey you! How are you?"
"I'm great, Tay. Never been better." Rian had been avoiding her for months and he always averted her calls to me. "Good. I'm glad you're doing okay. Is, uhh, Rian there?" She asked, sounding desperate.

"Uhh." I looked at Rian, covering the speaker of the phone and he shook his head. "He's busy."
"Oh." She sounded like her heart just sank, I hated being Rian's cover man when it came to situations like this. "Could you uhh, tell him I called?"

"Actually," there was only one way to settle the tension between them, "We're heading to a party at Vic's. Why don't you come?" I asked.

I felt a hard slap on my thigh and tried not to yell. I looked at Rian from the corner of my eye and his face was red, he was pissed. "I'd love to! Thanks Jack."
"Al right, see you there Tay."

I hung up and slowly put his phone down. "DUDE! What the fuck?!" He yelled, trying to look at me while keeping his eyes on the road. "I'm sorry but you guys really need to talk, Rian. You can't just leave her hanging like that without allowing her to explain herself."

He smirked and looked at me at the corner of his eye, "You're right, dude."
"Really?" I asked, sighing.
"No. screw you!"

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