𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧

|17|

It's been a month and a half since Jack left, and I'd been extremely busy ever since.

Lacy said they wanted my album out by June because it has "summer vibes" and it would be just in time for summer.

But that's their decision, my job is to write and sing. Simple enough.

Jack and I keep texting on and off. He's in Toronto working on his movie and I've barely had any time to sleep, let alone talk.

But in those moments that we both have off time, we like to just talk. It's nice.

Gracie started touring with Taylor Swift, which was exciting. I'd been with her for her first few shows, but eventually I had to get back to work.

I'd been going hard at social media too. All of my followers were supportive, but there were the occasional "you don't deserve this" comments.

The album was set to drop June 2nd, and I couldn't be more excited. The singles, In Between and Going Going Gone, had been very well liked, and the music videos had a million views each. Both songs made it on the Billboard Top 25 chart; In Between getting up to 4th and Going Going Gone to 23rd.

But there was one thing I was dreading even worse than any of the hateful comments.

Asher's anniversary was 11 days away. I'd planned on taking the weekend off and flying to Vermont.

That's where our childhood home is, and all of the memories of Asher.

We only moved to L.A. after my mom decided it was time to start his career when he turned 10.

My dad was was in his prime, and my mom had started working on her clothing line.

Although she stopped it completely after Asher died. She didn't have any more motivation.

Nobody did. Asher was such a huge part in our lives, and losing him was like losing a part of us.

After he died, my mom snapped, and one day she started throwing things at my dad and I. Mostly at me. She was mad at my dad for getting me a car and she was mad at me for driving.

I can't blame her, though. If I lost my favorite child, I would go crazy too.

"That was perfect, Mel," Aaron said from the other side of the booth, "we're good here."

I nod and take the headphones off and bring my phone with me.

"That was it," he said when I opened the door, "that was the last thing we needed."

"Really?" My eyes widen in shock.

"Yes, really," he smiles and steps forward, opening his arms, "Serendipity is done. May 11th at 1:32 a.m."

I wrap my arms around him and squeeze tightly, "Thank you so much."

"You're loads fun to work with," he pulls away and smiles, "it's truly been a pleasure."

"Thank you," I nod and look to the other couple of people in the booth. Lacy is slumped on the futon couch and Mia is next to her. Both of them are asleep. I felt bad for keeping them so late, but when things are flowing, you can't really stop them.

"Girls," I pat them gently on the shoulder. They both jump and look at me with guilty eyes.

"We're done," I smile, "done done. Like the album is finished, done. Or at least this part of it is."

Lacy jumps up and squeezes me the tightest and sighs in relief, "I'm so proud of you. When I first met you, you would barely even speak. Now you're putting your voice out to the word, that's amazing Mellie."