Runaways (A Jack Barakat Fanfic)

4 - Don't cry

Jack

 The rest of the day went by reasonably quickly; I sat with Alex and Lisa in the front lounge while the crew, Zach and Rian either went to sleep or watched tv in the back lounge. It was always the most boring on the first day of tour, but I knew that it would get better soon. As I scrolled through my Twitter for the third time that day, I noticed that I was alone on the two seater sofa, as Alex and Lisa had left. I had barely heard them if I'm being honest.

I'd been enjoying time alone a lot more recently. I guess that explains my reluctance to start another long term relationship; Jasey only wanted me for the attention. She'd faked the entire relationship. All the smiles, the affection, the tours where she seemed happy. All of it was for the feeling of dating somebody famous. I should have expected it, but I wasn't as smart as I am now.

I looked up a while later, and before I could lock my phone, I noticed Rhianne. Her eyes looked a little red, as though she'd been crying, but other than that, she had a smile on her face. I hadn't noticed her walking in, as she was as silent as Alex and Lisa had been. Nonetheless, I looked up at her and smiled. She returned the gesture before giving me a funny look.

"Have you had Nutella?" She asked. I froze. I didn't eat it in front of her. It was a comfort food.

"No," I said a little too defensively. She smiled before moving closer to my face. I felt my face heat up a little before she wiped a blob on Nutella from my cheek with her thumb and ate it.

"You know, you could have saved me some," She joked, looking in the cupboard.

"There's loads left," I told her, pointing to the higher shelf. I smiled as she climbed on the work surface in order to reach it.

"Jesus, Jack! There's barely any left!" She told me, holding up the almost empty container. I rolled my eyes as she climbed down.

"Sit down, cock nugget. Alex ate some, it wasn't just me," I told her. She laughed before I pulled her down onto the sofa next to me.

"Cock nugget?" She questioned, still laughing.

"Yeah. Get used to it, I come up with some great nicknames for people," I told her.

"Okay, who else has a nickname?"  She asked. I smiled.

"Well, I nicknames Patrick Stump Feces-Chinned Prickstump" I told her. I remember the awkward look I got from Alex on that day.

"You've met him?" She asked, rather excited.

"Yeah, Pete Wentz is in one of our videos," I smiled at her. She crossed her legs on the sofa. It was only now I noticed her green eyes; they were shimmering with happiness as I spoke to her. I noticed the few freckles which covered her cheeks under her eyes and the wide smile across her face.

It got later, and eventually, after talking for what seemed like hours, we decided to go to bed. Tomorrow, we'd be at our first show, so we all needed a bit of rest. Most of the crew had already been asleep for an hour or two, but we hadn't cared enough to keep our voices down. To be honest, I didn't feel the need to, even in the slightest. I climbed into my bunk and checked my phone once more before plugging it in, rolling over and falling asleep.

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I woke up at around five the next morning with the muffled sound of crying coming from the bunk below me. I sat up a little, confused at the sound, then understood what was wrong. I quickly grabbed my phone and used the torch to move around safely and climbed down off my bunk. I hesitated for a moment, listening to the sound coming from Rhianne's bunk, before I drew the curtain back a little and peaked in. I whispered her name quietly and she turned over, a little surprised to see me.