Why Don't We Just Runaway?

I awoke to my phone ringing constantly. My head was pounding and my eyes felt droopy. My arm outstretched until my hand landed on my phone.
"Hello?" I answered, nervous as to who it was.
"Kira Annabell Lane Jackson!" Erin squealed down the line.

My heart began pounding in my chest. I hadn't spoken to Erin since she went home, she vaguely knew about my condition but not the extent of it.
I smiled.

"Erin, hey!" I responded, trying desperately to sound excited.
"I'm so sorry I've not been returning your calls but check-" Then I zoned out.
She wasn't phoning me out of concern, she was phoning me because her favorite guitarist had tweeted about me.
"I know, I've seen it already." I said, tears filling my hazel eyes.
"It's so exciting. Why haven't you replied?"
"I fell asleep. I'm sorry."


My voice was tired, and my throat hurt. My head was pounding, and all I wanted was someone to make me a cup of hot chocolate and my dinner while I sobbed into a pillow.
"I'm sorry, Key, are you alright?" She asked, suddenly sounding sympathetic.
"No I'm not." My thoughts brutally attacked me.
"I'm fine." I answered.
"No, Key-Key, you're not."
That was it. That was all it took for me to burst into tears.

Erin listened to me while I sobbed my heart out and once I was calm, she persuaded me to eat, and she talked me into finally replying to Jack.
It was a couple of hours later when I got a reponse.
"He's replied." I muttered into the phone, that I was still holding to my ear.
I brushed my hand through my hair, while I opened the notification. It took me straight into DM's on Twitter.

'Can I get your number? So we can arrange to sort this?'

I smiled slightly. Although I didn't like All TIme Low, Jack was a really good looking man, and this past week I had found myself thinking of him more than anyone else.
I replied with my phone number, and within seconds I got a notification telling me I had an incoming call.

"Er, Jack's calling me. Can I phone you back in a few?" I asked.
"Of course. Have fun."
I could hear the smirk in her voice as she ended the call.
My phone immediately showed up with Jack's number and I answered it.
"Hey." I tried to sound cheery but it was too hard.
"Kira Annabell Lace Jackson?" He asked.
"It's Lane, dick-bag."
"Like Lois Lane from Superman."
"Exactly."

Speaking to Jack on the phone for only a few minutes made me feel more better about myself than speaking to Erin for hours did. He had the ability to make me smile and feel slightly hyper, despite how drained I really felt.




Jack.
Speaking to this girl felt like a new experience. She seemed real.
I've spoken to many, I've had a few Misses here and there, and loads more one-night stands. But this girl, she felt like something different.
She had me laughing when there was nothing to laugh about, and I could tell I had a similar effect on her.

I hung up the phone and I sat back in my seat. We had arranged to meet up for a coffee, so that I could give her the bracelet I had mysteriously aquired.

"Hey bro, what's up?" Alex asked, as he shut the bus door and sat beside me.
I smiled at him and ran my hands through my hair.

"I just phoned that chick." I told him.
"Oh? How come?"
Just as he asked that, Rian and Zack ran aboard our tour bus.
"I found a bracelet that belongs to her in my jacket pocket the other night. I told you, man." I answered.



Zack stopped in front of me and observed the situation.
"Has Jacky found a girly?" He asked, curiously.
I blushed and smiled down at my lap.
"Nope." I stated, adament that I hadn't.
She was a girl who seemed cool, she wasn't a crush or anything else that a future heart could be. She was just a girl.
"Jacky's blushing." Zack said, turning to look at the other two guys.
"I'm not." I mumbled before standing up. "I'm gonna jerk off."



Despite how hard I tried to distract myself from the pink haired, pale skinned, tall girl that I had met a week and a few days earlier. I knew that what I felt was an infatuation, there was no way that I, Jack Barakat, was going to let a girl get a hold of me. But something seemed different.
It would be over when I met her for coffee and found out more about her. I knew for certain.
I laid my head back and shut my eyes. But sleep wouldn't come to me, instead I found myself thinking of new songs, and playing concerts.

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