I’m going to be blunt here and just say it. I was really fucking bored. There was nothing for me to do if Can wasn’t up for it. I couldn’t go wherever I wanted to without supervision, I only gave dance classes once a week, and there was nobody to do stuff with. Cam was always off doing god knows what, Jack was still on tour and wouldn’t come back for another week and a half, and Abagail wouldn’t answer my calls. Trust me. It was terrible. I wasn’t the person who would stay in their bed the entire day; I need to get out and do stuff.

I walked out of my room and entered Cameron’s. “Hey Cam, what ya doin’,” I asked before even looking at him.

“Tuning my guitar,” he struggled with the tuning pegs and the weird signals the tuner was giving him, “I’ve being trying to do it for like 15 minutes now, and I can’t seem to get it right. The tuner isn’t helping at all. It says it’s way too low first and I barely change the tuning and it already says it’s way too high.”

“Let me try.”

“Sure,” he handed it over with no problem, leaving me pretty confused. Cameron was pretty protective over his possessions, especially his guitars. When we were younger he would freak out if I came anywhere near them. He claimed that I would ‘make the floor move and make the guitars fall over’. The only time he let me touch a guitar was when he needed help fixing one. I thought it was pretty cool to do, while Cam would keep swearing and gave up way too early.

“Umm, okay,” I sat down and put the guitar on my lap. It felt foreign, yet familiar. I knew I never played an instrument before, but this just felt right. It fit right and the weight felt good. I looked at the tuner and rolled my eyes, “it’s on the wrong settings, you idiot!”

“What? Really, how do you know?”

“I dunno. It’s just wrong,” I pressed some of the buttons to get it to finally go to the option I wanted. As I turned the tuning pegs the signs on the tuner finally started working. Cam let me tune each of the strings before giving him the black electric guitar back.

“Thanks,” he smiled, “now I don’t have to do the annoying part anymore.”

“Why are you playing guitar again?” I remembered that I hadn’t heard him play it in ages, “I haven’t seen you look at it in the last year.”

“Just thought I’d pick it up again,” he shrugged, “well, there’s actually also another reason, but it doesn’t really matter.”

“No, I want to know!”

“Ok, well, you know, I think I should be going out more and becoming more productive. You’ve been taking care of me for ages, but now you’re the one who needs me to help. And just lying around in bed isn’t going to help me much. I’m starting small and building up. I hope to find a job soon.”

“That’s really good, Cam,” I grinned. Normally I would have denied that I needed help, but it was obvious that I did. I nearly had a seizure every single day, however, the medication had finally started kicking in and it was getting better by the day. In addition, Cam also finally seemed motivated again, I couldn’t take that away from him. If he were to get a job, it would really help out. Since I had to cut back on classes, I wasn’t bringing in as much money anymore. Soon I wouldn’t be able to pay for everything anymore.

“Thanks. Now, I don’t know if you want to watch me figure out this thing again, or go do something else, but I’m going to plug in some headphones and practice.”

“Ok, I don’t want to bother you,” I left his room and made sure to close the door.

Once again, I was left bored and with nothing to do. Cameron was obviously busy doing things, and I was happy to let him do whatever he wanted, but now I only had the option of watching TV or going back to bed. This life really sucked. I wanted to go out and explore stuff! If only I was allowed to go anywhere unsupervised and get on a plane, I would fly to wherever Jack was in a heartbeat. He seemed to be having so much fun.

I trudged back into my room and picked up my phone. Trying to call Abagail again wouldn’t hurt, right? She had to answer at some point. So I tried again, and again, and again, but I was only sent to voicemail. I couldn’t help but feel guilty; I shouldn’t have walked in on her and Jack, I shouldn’t have interrupted, Jack shouldn’t have followed me. Maybe Abagail had feelings for Jack, and I ruined everything. She probably hated me. I ruined what could have been a perfect relationship.

Wait. Hang on. What was I saying? Jack and I were in a relationship now. It was his choice to follow me, he could have just as well stayed with Abagail. Who knows what would have happened if he didn’t. I should be the one ignoring Abagail for breaking her promise, not the other way around. She wanted me and Jack to get together, so why wasn’t she answering me! She couldn’t possibly have found out about me and Jack being in a relationship. What the fuck was going on!

I was broken out of my trance by my phone notifying me that I had gotten a text; a text from Jack. I quickly unlocked my phone and opened the message. It brought a smile to my face and the longing to see him only increased. Want to know what is said? Well, Jack was only keeping his promise: ‘What happens when you make a penis out of Legos? You get cock blocked’. Every single day he had sent me a dick joke. I always looked forward to it, even though that is pretty weird when you say it out loud. We didn’t always have time to call or facetime, but he always seemed to find a couple of seconds to send me one.

I sent him a text back telling him how terrible it was and how it would be a lot funnier if I heard him say it. In no time Jack’s request for facetiming showed up on my phone screen, and I hit the green answer button as fast as I could.

“What happens when you make a penis out of Legos? You get cock blocked!” He screamed as loud as he could.

I laughed and plopped down onto my lonely mattress, “it is a lot funnier when you say it out loud.”

“I’m just hilarious. It would be very offensive if you told me I wasn’t funny.”

“I never said you were funny, I just said the joke was funny.”

“Well, thank you,” Jack showed mock hurt, “I’ll have you know that I think I’m the funniest person alive.”

“Sure you are, Jack,” I shook my head, “anyway, I miss you, what are you up to?”

“I’m in a hotel room all alone, because my hotel roommate has left me. So, if you would like to get naked on camera, I really wouldn’t mind, not one bit, I would absolutely like it actually.”

“Ah, I can’t really help you with that,” I sighed and then got any idea, “I can give you a peek, though,” I flipped the camera so he could no longer see me. Jack looked so confused, he had no idea what I was doing, but that soon changed. I pointed towards my foot and slowly took my sock off before flipping back the camera towards myself, “how was that?”

“Oh my god, babe. You don’t know how turned on I am right now, I’m so hard. God, you taking off your sock is so sexy!” he groaned as he played along.

“Good, because you’re not getting any more.”

“Aww, how am I going to jack off then?”

“I dunno, watch porn, do whatever you like, just don’t fuck other girls, or guys if you’re into that as well.”

“Have you been reading the Jalex tag?”

“Jalex? What the fuck is that?”

“Umm… nothing…” he quickly looked away.

“I’m so going to google it later,” I chuckled.

“No! Don’t! It will corrupt you! Trust me, it’s terrifying!”

“Corrupt me? Who do you think I am!”

“Have you ever watched porn, masturbated, read weirdass novels or anything of the like?”

“Umm… no?” Why the fuck did our conversations always turn into this? We would start talking about serious things and end up chatting about masturbating and sex. Jack was just the guy that seemed to always fit it in.

“You see. You’re innocent.”

“Fine! Just stop annoying me!”

“So you want me to leave?” Jack joked.

“No, don’t go,” I whined and rolled over so half of my face was hidden in my pillow.

“Aww, what’s wrong, like me too much?”

“I’m just so bored. Come save me out of this place!”

Jack chuckled, “I wish I could.”

I started singing in a purposely terrible, croaky singing voice, “Jacky, run away with me, I know I sound crazy, don’t you see what you do to me? I wanna be your lost girl, your last chance, a better reality. Jacky, we can get away, I promise if you’re with me, say the word and we’ll find a way. I can be your lost girl, your last chance, your everything better plan. Oh, somewhere in Neverland.”

“That was beautiful, babe. Where has your amazing voice been my entire life!”

“The first four years of your life, I didn’t even exist yet.”

“We have a four year age gap! Wow. I didn’t even realize.”

“Age doesn’t matter, Jacky,” I said using the nickname I had used in the modified chorus, “you should know that. Four years isn’t even that much.”

“Are you seriously going there right now? You sneaky bitch.”

I giggled and hid my face in my pillow. Sometimes Jack really was the immature one, but my actions could be pretty childish as well.

“Just one and a half weeks and I get to kiss you and hug you and cuddle with you again,” he fantasized.

“I know, I can’t wait.”

I heard the door open on Jack’s side and footsteps entered, “yo, Jack who are you talking to?”

“Umm,” Jack looked at me for a while, “my girlfriend.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course, I’m sure. Why does nobody believe me?”

“Because it’s you. Now, let me see.”

Just then a loud crash came from Cameron’s room. I looked up and in the direction, it was coming from, “Cam, are you ok?”

Cameron groaned, “ouch.”

I turned back to Jack, “Jack, I’m sorry, I really have to go.”

He started to protest, “but-”

“I’m sorry, Cam’s done something stupid again,” I cut him off and hung up.

Once again his friends weren’t able to see I existed. Cam had interrupted it for the millionth time now. Was I ever going to meet anybody?

Notes

Everything seems to get in the way of Ireland meeting Jack's friends. Is this a sign or a complete coincidence? Will they ever meet?

So, I've been thinking of buying an electric guitar. I've been playing acoustic guitar for six months now (self taught) and apparently I'm not supposed to be as good as I am... I dunno, I just practise nearly every single day (apparently it's not normal to be able to play Stairway to heaven after an hour of practising when you've only played for four months). But I'm not sure which guitar to get, so if anybody knows their guitars, that would be amazing. I can't pay for anything much over 350 euros, which is 269.43 pounds or 390.58 dollars according to google (I still need money to pay for the accessories). This shit is so confusing and nobody can probably help me. Oh well. I don't have much else to tell.

Well, actually, this tells a lot of stories. JUST LOOK AT THAT SMILE!