Die In California

26

Devyn's POV:

I don't know who out of JP's family were the most excited to see me, but Chapo was definitely at the top. As soon as I walked through the front door of JP's family home, he was jumping up me, and licking my cheeks as I crouched down to cuddle him. I'd missed him so much, and honestly wanted to take him home with me, but I knew I couldn't - he was the Cappellettys' more than mine.

While I was staying with Pops and Andrea, I found myself quickly settling back into our old routine; I was back home once again. I loved spending time with the crazy family, and every day seemed to be a new adventure - I loved it. But one thing I noticed? JP's texts had become few and far between.

We'd gone from FaceTiming at any free moment, and texting in between to keep in touch, check up on each other, and update each other on our plans for the day. We'd gone from that, to about two texts each day, if that. The first day I spent at Pops', I didn't receive a single text from him, but I was too busy to notice. But the following day, nothing, yet again. So, I texted him to ask him if he was okay, since he wouldn't answer my call. A few hours later I received a text - a pretty dry one if you ask me. A simple 'yeah'. And that was how it went for the rest of my time at Pops'.

Perhaps it was because I was staying with his dad now, so he knew I'd be in good hands. But it seemed to be a pretty last minute decision, and Pops didn't mention that he'd told the others of his plans. He just turned up. I knew that something must have been wrong, or something had changed, but I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out what could have possibly happened that made him change so drastically overnight. He just didn't seem interested in me anymore, and it seemed pretty weird.

Maybe he realised that I'd been dragging him down? Since I came into the picture, JP had dedicated his time to looking after me (because I could no longer be trusted on my own). In the process, he'd spent less time drinking and smoking with the guys, and getting laid with groupies. Maybe he realised that I'd been stopping him from living the rockstar life he used to have - the one that I pushed him to have - and so decided to disconnect from the source of the problem. Me.
Whatever it was, something had changed, and JP had gone back to how he was before I came back into the picture.

When the guys came home on the 29th August, Pops drove me back down to Cleveland, and decided to stay with us for a few days - to see JP. When we pulled up, I was anxious to see what JP would be like. Would he still be distant, or would he act like nothing had even happened? Either way, I dreaded going inside. But I had to face the music at some point.

I climbed out of the car and led the way inside, instantly being smothered in hugs by Slim and Baze. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the break from the chaos of living with the boys, and enjoyed my time with the Cappellettys, but I had to admit I was glad to be back with them.

"Is Dev home?!" I heard Kells yell from upstairs, making me giggle as I called out a 'hi' in response. There was a sudden clatter upstairs, followed by what sounded like a tsunami ripping through his bedroom, with a load of curses from him, before his lanky ass finally came running down the stairs. As he reached the bottom step, I raised an eyebrow at him as I spotted the bright red cast on his arm, which was being supported by a black sling.

"What the fuck have you done?" I laughed as he brought me into an awkward, but comforting nonetheless, hug. He held me tightly with his one good arm, leaning down to my height to give me a proper hug. "The stupid motherfucker ate dirt." I heard Slim laugh from behind Kells, the others laughing along with him - Kells included. I pulled away from the hug with a roll of my eyes; I should've known he'd do something stupid.

"But did you have fun?" I asked the all important question.
"Fuck yeah." He beamed, ever so bright. His smile seemed to be permanent as he retold his crazy stories from the tour, and I found myself looking forward to possibly joining them for a few dates on the American leg of the tour. He was always so passionate, and he sounded to be crazy whilst on tour. Well he was Machine Gun fucking Kelly after all.