London Boy | Jamie Flatters

Twelve

"Next interview is in fifteen," the organizer announces as Trinity and Jack wrap up yet another one, sharing warm smiles toward the woman as she walks out of the room. "Trinity, looks like your braid is falling out. Let's get someone to fix that, yeah?" She questions, pointing for one of the hair and makeup people to come over. "Jack, you're free to grab a coffee or something from the green room. Just be back in ten."

    I stand from my seat at the same time as the curly-haired boy, "I can go with him to make sure he's back on time," I offer. If I don't, he'd probably wind up getting distracted by something and losing track of time, "you want anything, Trin?"

    My sister hums as she thinks over my question, shaking her head after a second, "I'm alright, thank you, though."

    "Alright then," Jack slides his iPhone into his cardigan pocket, holding his arm out to me as he walks over, "shall we, Malady?"

    Rolling my eyes, I link my arm through his anyway, the two of us walking out of the room we're in. Press is being held at the Kimpton Hotel in Beverly Hills, a hotel far fancier than any place I've ever stayed at. Today was just Jack and Trinity paired together, meaning we haven't seen much of the others, who were all in some other room. Tomorrow was group interviews, something I'm sure would be extremely chaotic. "Malady?" I question, brow raised as we turn down the hall, headed to the green room where food and drinks were set up for everyone.

    "I'm workshopping nicknames for you," He shrugs, though he doesn't look sure of the one he's just said, brain-searching for a better option. "Jamie calls you trouble, Bailey calls you Babe... and I'll call you..." he hums as he's thinking, "peanut? Cause you're tiny."

    "I'm not that tiny. You're just freakishly tall." I scoff, reaching up on my tip toes to ruffle with the curls on the top of his head, barely able to reach. When we first met, Jack was so small, shorter than me, now he stood at a whopping 6'1, something he actively likes to remind me about whenever teasing me over my own height. "I think I'll start calling you the Big Friendly Giant."

    Jack quirks his brow at me competitively as he smirks, "oh, is that how you wanna do this?" He questions, before I can ask what he means, he holds both hands out towards me, wiggling his fingers in my direction, reaching for my waist. I can't remember when exactly the cast found out I was ticklish, but as soon as they did, it quickly became their number one threat towards me.

    "Don't you dare," I move forward, out of his reach. He quickens his pace, the green room quickly approaching as I barely escape Jack's grasp, his eyes full of determination, just as we're about to enter the space they've set foot up in. It isn't necessarily a room, just an open space at the end of the hall with couches and tables set up. I hear someone's voice, a familiar giggle that causes both Jack and I to stop in our tracks.

    "So, what do you think?"

      I don't have to see Lilly to know she's probably smiling at Jamie in that perfectly flirtatious manner she has, innocent yet attractive, long lashes batting at him as she leans close to him. I also don't need to be in the room to know exactly who she's talking to, long before a familiar accent speaks up. "Yeah, sure." As I approach the area, I shoot Jack a look, letting him know to be quiet. I want him to prove me wrong, show that maybe I wasn't so delusional for thinking the two of us could be something more, and he'd never do that if he knew I was watching. "Should we text the others?"

"I was actually thinking just us," she explains. The two of them are standing by a table in the back of the space, right by the coffee and tea, not noticing our presence yet. "I know this really nice place on the pier. I'm sure I could get us on the list."

    Jack grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly. Whether he says it out loud or not, I know he's not just holding my hand to comfort me. He's also attempting to comfort himself simultaneously; I can see the longing in his eyes as he watches the blonde girl. He didn't need to say anything for me to know how he felt about her, my heart aching in a similar way as Jamie asks, "Like a date?"