𝟏𝟖 - marais

002. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

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— two

third person

IT WAS JANUARY 1st, 2018. the first day of a fresh whole new year. the carlson's and frantzich's were driving home from burlington, vermont to stillwater, minnesota.

jonah was supposed to be going back to los angeles, california to meet up with his bandmates; corbyn, daniel, zach and jack.

the boys were getting ready to start recording their first debut album; 8 letters. there were eight tracks on the album, almost like different types of love letters - some happy, some sad. leaving caroline made jonah sad.

it had been two whole years. two whole years, since he saw his best friend. the girl he had once done almost everything with. walks in the park, picnics, ice skating, hiking - name it; him and phelps did it.

caroline had done figure skating all her life as a child and still does to this day. skating in a way was therapeutic for the carlson girl, it helped her get her mind off of jonah.

but, winter break had come and he was back. everything was set back to normal, but it wasn't. throughout the whole two weeks, neither caroline, nor jonah had spoken a word to each other - until last night.

even on christmas, the two were as silent as can be. at that time, caroline didn't think jonah really cared about their friendship. part of her worried that now they were parting ways again, it would happen. although, the carlson girl had much more to worry about, than just her childhood best friend.

senior year was a major year. the year, where growing up starts to feel real. in the spring, she would have to have her heart set on a college. jonah on the other hand, didn't experience the same type of stress that phelps feels.

he had his music to work on with his five bandmates. working on songs day and night; either writing, singing, or working with amazing producers. there was always something for the frantzich boy to work on, in regards of his music. although he wasn't going back to la today.

jonah made an agreement with his manager randy, that he could be in his hometown for three whole months and then he would go back to la. of course, no one knew this. he wanted to surprise everyone; especially caroline.

he sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes a little tired from the late night yesterday. every year on new year's, this happened to him. whoever he was spending the holiday with, they would stay up way too late. jonah would barley get any sleep and then would be exhausted the next day.

but with a twenty hour and four minute drive, everyone needed to get up so they could get on the road and back home. the frantzich boy got up from his bed, put on a blue hoodie and black jeans. he went into the bathroom connected to his room and started to do his hair. there wasn't much he did, just brushed it with a comb.

on the bathroom counter, his phone buzzed. jonah looked over to see an income face-time call from his band mate; corbyn besson. jonah furrowed his eyebrows - confused why his band mate would be calling him so early. he slides his thumb across his phone to right, connecting to the call.

the video connected, revealing a wide awake corbyn playing an intense game of war zone. he was too busy yelling at his tv screen to notice that his friend joined the call.