Fanboy

"Jack!" Someone yelled, consequently pulling me out of my slumber. I opened my eyes slowly. I stared at a wall in font of me. I looked down and saw a hairy arm wrapped around my naked waist. Then I remembered. Last night I slept with Jack Barakat. Jack stirred in his sleep, he must of also heard the yelling. The curtain of the bunk was then sharply pulled over, revealing a naked Jack and I to the actual Matthew Flyzik. Due to my embarrassment, I shielded myself with the thin duvet. "Goddammit, Jack!" Matt shouted. Jack's eyes opened lightly. I tried to stay calm as his eyes glared into mine. "You're still here?" He said groggily. He thought I would've left? Why on earth would I leave Jack Barakat. "Jack, what did I fucking say about bringing people back on the bus!?" Matt yelled. "Shut up." Jack groaned, letting go of my waist. Jack sat up and got out of the tight space, despite being completely naked. Matt covered his eyes with his hands. "Fuck, Jack, put some clothes on!" Matt exclaimed. "Oh c'mon, man. You've seen it all before, get over it." Jack said. I could confirm that myself, from the many times that I have watched 'Straight To DVD'. "That doesn't mean I want to see your junk again." Matt sighed. Matt walked out of the bunk area and into the lounge. Which left an awkward silence between Jack and I. "Why're you still here?" Jack groaned. My heart sank. He wants me gone? I guess this was all too perfect. What did I expect? Of course I was only a one night stand. I meant nothing to him, and I never will. Jack must've seen my sad expression. He sighed and massaged his temples with his lanky fingers. "I knew that fucking a fan was a bad idea.." He murmured under his breath. "Look, I'm sorry, but you'll have to go." Jack sighed. I nodded sadly. I didn't know what to think about the situation. I'm happy that I got to have sex with my idol, however he will forget about me in no time. I'm just another casual fuck. "Can you get my clothes for me?" I asked shyly, a deep blush painting my face. I didn't really want to walk around the bus, in front of my favourite band, completely naked. Jack nodded slowly and went to collect my items. Once Jack left, I heard loud groans and mumbles come from the front lounge of the bus. I'm guessing that the people occupying that area weren't too happy to see Jack naked. Jack came back moments later, this time dressed and holding my t shirt, jeans, boxers, shoes and socks. He must've forgot my backpack. I stood up awkwardly. I'm not used to being naked in front of someone else, especially a guy that I have posters of on my wall. Jack sat on the opposite bunk as I got changed. It was a little awkward, yet comforting. "Please don't tell anyone about this." Jack said. I looked at him. He looked worried. I know that all I wanted to do was brag, but I couldn't. I didn't want to risk Jack's career. "I won't." I said quietly. I reached into my jean pockets and sighed happily when I felt my phone. I continued to make sure that I had everything, but then I noticed something was missing. "Oh no.." I said sadly. My plectrum was gone. "What?" Jack asked. "My plectrum." I said, "It's missing." I murmured. I but my lip and tried not to cry. I'm aware that I have gotten closer to Jack than any other fan, but I've wanted one of Jack's plectrums ever since I first became a fan. "Are you crying?" Jack questioned. Shit. "No.." I said quietly, wiping away any stray tears from my eye. Jack sighed heavily, standing up from his place. He told me to wait here whilst he went into the back lounge. He came back only a minute later, with two plectrums in his hand. "Just take these."' He sighed and handed me the plectrums. I thanked him quietly. "You better get going, we have to leave for Manchester soon... I think." Jack explained. I nodded at him. I followed Jack out of the bunk area and into the front lounge. I saw my backpack still on the ground from when I took it off last night. I went to go grab it, but that's when someone already picked it up for me. I looked up, to see who had grabbed my bag. It was Matt. "Is this yours kid?" Matt asked me. I nodded speechlessly. I would have never thought that I would have been stuck in this situation. Matt passed me my bag, I thanked him quietly and slung the bag over my shoulders. Looking back up, I saw Matt looked at my shirt and then give Jack an evil glare. "Seriously, Jack?" Matt groaned. "A fan?" He asked. Jack sent him a glare back before sitting on one of the sofas with Jeff. All my favourite people are on this bus with me. Stay calm, Alex. I didn't bother saying anything as I left, I physically couldn't. I whipped out my phone to call Michael, since he was my way home. I shakily dialled his number and brought the mobile up to my ear. It rang a couple of times before he answered. "Hello?.." He grumbled. "Mike, where are you? We need to go home." I said. "I'm still at the party.." He murmured. He sounded more than hungover, and still possibly drunk. "Well, come and get me. We need to go home." I explained. "Just go home by yourself, you don't need me." He said. "I have no money and you have our train tickets." I whined. "Just bunk the train." He groaned. "No." I said. "How am I supposed to get home!?" I questioned loudly. I looked back over at the bus. Their next show is at Manchester. Maybe, just maybe.. "I have an idea, bye." I quickly said and hung up. I breathed out heavily. I hope this works. I walked back up to the bus, filled with nerves. I hesitated a little before knocking. A couple seconds later, the door opened. Jack stood there, confusion all over his face. "What're you doing?" He asked. "I have no way of getting home.." I said nervously, twiddling my thumbs. He still looked very confused. "You see, I live in Manchester and I don't have my train ticket." I said. "And since you guys are about to head to Manchester, I was hoping that maybe you guys could let me come with you." I explained. Jack only raised an eyebrow. "Please, I don't want to be stranded in London." I said hopelessly. Jack sighed. "Wait here for a minute." Jack told me and quickly went back into the bus. I heard a lot of talking go on inside the bus as I anxiously waited outside. When Jack reappeared, he held the door open wider, indicating that he was allowing me inside. "C'mon, princess." Jack mumbled under his breath. I smiled shyly at the nickname and got back on the bus. I timidly walked back onto the bus a long with Jack. These past two days have been surreal. I was still in shock over just taking pictures with them yesterday, so how was I supposed to get over this? "Take a seat, we'll be leaving in a minute." Jack told me and motioned for me to sit on one of the sofas. I felt Matt stare at me the entire time, which really wasn't helping with my nerves. The only people out here were Jack, Matt, Jeff and Danny. Which meant that the rest of the band and the crew members were still in bed. "Weren't you at the meet and greet yesterday?" Matt asked suddenly from the kitchen. "Yeah.." I replied timidly. Matt sighed heavily. "I can't believe you, Jack." Matt seethed. Jack mumbled something under his breath and then took the free seat next to me. "How old are you?" Matt asked. "Seventeen." I gulped. Matt groaned loudly. "Fucking hell, Jack. He's a fucking kid." Matt spat. I've never witnessed Matt Flyzik in this way before, and quite frankly, I was scared at his attitude. "Leave him alone, Matt." Jack sighed. Matt went to say something else, but he just clenched his jaw and walked out to the bunks. I sat there, in silence. This was more than awkward. "Don't worry about him." Jack said from besides me. He swung an arm around my shoulder and brought me closer. "If you live in Manchester, then why did you get tickets to go to the London show?" Jack asked me. "My brother got them for me." I explained quietly. Jeff and Danny were only sat across from us, so I was a bit nervous to talk. "Why're you so quiet?" Jack questioned. "This is just a lot to take in." I laughed nervously. Jack's smile faltered. "Please don't tell anyone about this." He said seriously. "As much as I love them, I don't want a bunch of fans behind the arena wanting to fuck me." He said. "I won't." I promised. This is going to be a long and crazy ride home.

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