Third Times A Charm

Jack

I was laying on the couch, sick to my stomach. My head was pounding and I was merely curled on the couch left hating myself. I had sworn I would never drink again and here I was completely hungover. I had an ice pack on my head, trying to eliminate the headache that was currently killing me.

"Handle your alcohol better," Brian said.

"Shut up Syn. You know he gave up alcohol a while ago," Matt snapped.

"Still. He's acting like he's dying."

"He hasn't had a sip of alcohol in three years, don't give him a hard time Syn. Please. He's upset about a lot right now."

I heard a sigh and the fridge closed. I was used to them talking about me as if I didn't exist. When you live in such small quarters you'll end up talking about each other like this. I sat up carefully, the light streaming in from the window was bothering me but there was nothing I could do about it other than never put myself in this position again.

I forced myself off of the couch and I shuffled my way into the small bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw myself. I looked terrible. My hair was sticking out in every direction and my eyes were shallow and shrunken in. I ran a free hand through my greasy, tangled hair. What did Alex ever see in me in the first place?

"Hey Jay," I heard softly.

I turned quickly to see Johnny standing there, "Hey Johnny."

"You alright?"

"I'm hungover like you can't believe."

"Well, if you want to smoke with the guys and I tonight you're welcome to join us. I know you used to be into that."

"You know I quit that years ago."

"Yeah, at the same time you quit alcohol."

He walked out of the bathroom without another word. He had a very valid point. I was merely a liar, what was one more lie to add to the pile? If I never told Alex it would merely be a secret, not a lie. Everyone has secrets and I know that Alex has plenty that he hides from me. I know it wasn't a good way to live but everyone did it. I wasn't actually going to hurt anyone.

I stepped out of the bathroom slightly, angling towards Johnny. He looked at me, a Rockstar in his hand. His attention was no long on the world around him and only on me. Could I forgive myself for the words that were going to leave my mouth? I didn't think I ever would. I also didn't think Alex would forgive me for my stupidity either.

"Count me in Johnny," I called to him.

Notes

I just felt like I needed to get an update out on this story. I don't know, I just wanted to make Jack constantly screw up. I don't really know, I hope you enjoy this though.

So, I posted this on one of my stories that I'm writing alone. Updating for me probably won't be pretty consistent because of some personal stuff in my life. It's not that I don't enjoy writing it's just the fact that my mind is really on one thing and it's kind of hard to write when you can't really think of anything else.

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- Jess