What Happened to Goodbye? (Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction)

Chapter 31

This picture is my suicide note

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Andria's P.O.V:

I opened my eyes, only to be reminded of what happened last night, and how much will power it took to reject Jack.

At least they're on tour so I don't have to see him for a long, long time.

I got out of bed and quickly ran downstairs, only to hear laughter and very familiar voices coming from the kitchen.

"So I said to the guy, 'Dude that's not a toaster'," Tom said, standing over the stove, flipping a perfect pancake.

The room erupted into laughter. I looked around to see all the boys, including Jack, seated at my kitchen table, with my mom. I cleared my throat.

"Hi honey!" My mom exclaimed. "Look who's here!"

I forced a smile. "Hi, guys."

Nash, Matt, and Hayes all stood up and ran over to me, squishing me in the middle of a group hug. I laughed, a grin spreading across my face.

"We're off of tour for a few days!" Hayes exclaimed happily.

"Yeah," Matt said. "The rest of the boys went up to see Sammy's family, And your mom and tom offered your house to Us, and the Jack's."

"Awesome," I said sincerely. I missed my boys.

"So we have a bunch of guest rooms on the third floor with Andria," Tom said, setting a platter of pancakes on the table.

"We do?" I asked.

Tom laughed. "Yes, there's a hallway off of your recording studio."

I shrugged. I hadn't really been in there yet.

"You have a recording studio? in your house?" Johnson exclaimed, standing up.

I laughed. "Come on, let me give you the tour."

The boys followed me upstairs to the third floor, where they all then ran off to explore.

"This is sweet!" Johnson called from the recording studio.

I laughed an walked into my room, where I found Jack looking at a picture frame on my desk.

"Hi," I said, clearly startling him.

"Oh, hi, sorry I was just...never mind I'll just go," He mumbled.

"Jack, it's fine," I said, laughing. I've decided to just try and get along with him.

"Okay," He smiled. "So, friend. I was wondering if you would attend a Lakers game with me."

"Just us? Jack I don't know if that's-"

"Platonically, of course," He interrupted.

I glared at him.

"It means as friends," He said.

"I know what Platonically means. I'm seventeen, not an idiot," I rolled my eyes.

Jack chuckled.

"It's just as friends?" I asked.

"Completely."

I sighed. Why not?

"Okay, sure. When?"

Jack grinned. "Tomorrow night, at seven."

Just then, my mom walked into my room.

"Oh, it's so great to see my fav couple back together," She said playfully.

"Mom, please don't say fav," I laughed.

"And we're not together..." Jack trailed off.

"Yet," My mom said.

"No, not ever," I said.

"Oh Andria," She laughed. "Mothers know best."