Right Girl (one shot)

Today marks as the sixth month ever since the day I flew to Florida and saw the man of my dreams, the man I loved whole heartedly but he never felt the same way, John Cornelius O’Callaghan. He was my John. Before I flew to Florida Pat, Garrett, Kenny and Jared already warned me not to come to tour because they kept telling me about John being unfaithful. I thought it was a prank b­ut damn was I wrong.

I saw everything with my two eyes. I caught John in the act. I saw the girl. She was naked on top of my man. My blood still boils whenever the picture appears in my head.

Until now I still remember how hard I restrained myself not to slap him hard in the face and ending things with him up in personal but being the weak girl I am I only took a photo and ended things with him through a simple text message saying

“It’s over”

No explanation. Just those two simple words and the photo of the random girl he was fucking on top of him attached. After that I head straight home and packed my bags to leave for New York leaving the house we moved into together.

There were times I wanted to come back to my John. Times like this, when the picture would come back to my mind and I would begin sobbing uncontrollably. Missing his touch, missing how he holds me tight in his arms until I stopped crying but I knew it was too late for me to take him back since he already stopped calling me, leaving text messages, email, direct message, etc., Everything just stopped. He gave up last month.

Shaking my head, I sighed playing Greenday’s Basket Case out loud from my room and putting every single song on my iTunes on shuffle before heading to the kitchen.

Six months had passed and I’m now a changed woman. I’m now in New York at a hotel a bit outside the city so it won’t be that wild. I dyed and cut my long hair. It was a decision I made so that if ever I bumped into John he won’t recognize me. I also started wearing contact lens but just my damn luck. The hotel I’m living at is where he and his band will stay for two months according to the manager.

Sighing, I reached for the chips at the upper drawer and took a soda out of the fridge. Taking a deep breath, I shook my head to take my thoughts away from John letting Billie Joe Armstrong’s voice wash into me and letting my inner Greenday fangirl come out.

Stretching my arms upward I pulled my custom PJ shirt of Blink 182 down. And smiled when I heard my favorite lyric come on

“I went to a shrink

To analyze my dreams

She says it's lack of sex

That's bringing me down”

I waited for my time to come in and sing

“I went to a whore

She said my life's a bore

So quit my whining cause

It's bringing her down”

I sang aloud with a smile and my best imitation of Billie Joe’s voice but just then I heard someone knock at my door.

I groaned, I was just getting in the zone of singing aloud maybe my voice was too loud. I thought with a smile. The knocking continued but in a soft manner only.

“Be there in a minute” I yelled so the knocking would stop

I put the chips and soda at the side table of my bed then ran to the door. Sighing because the song was about to end and that I never got to sing the rest of the song.

I opened the door finding the least person you expect to see alone his hands on his pocket. It was John, My John. The John I was longing for, for so long.