We Agreed, No Strings Attached

I put on a random outfit, ready to be the life of the party tonight. Earlier today I had did a petty prank on Jack, and put flour in his hair dryer. I made sure I was on the All Time Low bus when he got out of the shower to get ready for the night, and I was damn happy I was. To see the look on his face was the best thing ever. He looked like he could have murdered me right then and there, but Alex and Zack had held him back when he tried to go after me, while Rian and I just laughed our asses off as we pointed at the flour boy.

But, tonight was a night that I have been waiting for. Jack and I were going to go out by ourselves and party, catch up on the times we have missed with each other. He was, in fact, my best friend. I mean, yeah, whenever we are not on tour with each other we facetime and skype every chance we get, but we still miss having each others company in real life. “You ready?” Someone pushed through the back lounge door of my bus, that someone being Jack.

“Yep! Let’s go par-tay!” I cheered as we walked out of the lounge and through the bus.

“Be back for bus call by 4:30am, Joella.” My tour manager spoke as we walked by.

“Most likely won’t happen, but bye!” With those words being said, we both rushed off the bus before he could say anything again. “So, you never complimented my outfit.” I said as we walked down the street together.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said in a sarcastic voice, “you look magnificent my queen.” He said as he did a little bow, causing both of us to laugh.

“Why thank you Sir Barakat.” I did a little spin, showing off how amazing I looked.

“Anyways, we’re here.” Jack pointed to the place about six feet in front of us. There was tons of people standing outside, waiting to be let in. But Jack just grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to the front of the line, as we got snobby looks from other people. I had never been to this place before, but I trusted Jack. He did always know the best places to party. “Hey Trent.” Jack greeted the guy at the door.

“Hey Jack! Been awhile man!” He looked over to me, “and you're Joella, love your music. Come on in guys!” I smiled at the guy and said thank you as he placed a little stamp on our hands.

“Now, let’s par-tay!” My best friend said as he mocked the way I had greeted him when he picked me up on my bus.

“Hell yeah!” The first thing we did when we came to a club, is hit up the bar for a few drinks, then hit the dance floor. Normally Jack and I would have went our different ways already, finding people we could go ahead and spend the night with, but this was different. Tonight was about us, about our friendship and not giving a single fuck after all. So we were dancing together, his hands on my hips as we swayed and rocked out to the music that was playing.

By the time it was about three in the morning, Jack and I were drunk as could be, and we had danced all night long, I was probably more drunk than he was, due to the fact I could barely stay on my own two feet, and he had to keep holding me up right. We both laughed every time I would stumble on my own feet, but Jack was always there to keep me standing. But this time, I ended up falling, and bringing him down with me. It's a good thing that most of the people in the club have left already, so no one was stepping on our faces.

I rolled over on top of my best friend because the floor was gross, and I didn’t want to get up. “Jacky,” I said as I dragged out the ‘y’ sound, “I’m tired and wanna go back to the bus.” I complained.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.” He laughed and motioned for me to get off of him, but that didn’t happen, I didn’t want to move. It was like something in the moment was just dragging me towards him. I looked him in the eyes, and I could feel a pull of lust with him. I bent my head down and placed my lips onto his. He pushed me away after a second, and I let out a little whimper of disapproval. “Ella, you're drunk. We can’t do this.” He sighed.

“Yes we can. I don’t care if I’m drunk.”

“Ella-”

“No. Come on, let’s go back to the bus.”

“I don’t know,” I raised my eyebrows at him, “I just, don’t want you to regret anything in the morning.

“How about t-this,” My words kept slurring a bit, “We agree to have a fwb friendship.” I looked him dead in the eyes to tell him I was serious.

“What’s fwb?”

“Friends with benefits.” He looked surprised at what I had asked, I mean, that isn’t a normal thing to ask, right?

“A-are you sure?” He questioned, still with the shocked look on his face.

“Yes. But we have to agree, no one can get feelings for the other. In fact, I wanna make a bet.”

“What type of bet?”

“I bet that I can make you fall in love with my by the end of this tour.” I said confidently.

“Oh please, you're on.” He rolled his eyes and we got up to leave the club.

Notes

Lots of talking and not enough story! I'm sorry about that.
I'm also sorry it has been 15 days since my last chapter. I started a schedule two weeks ago saying I'll upload a chapter for each one of my stories, at least once every weekend. But, I kinda forgot writing was a thing last weekend. Haha, sorry about it!

Who do y'all think is going to win the bet? Jack or Joella? Leave your thoughts in the comments below!