The J.A.C.I.E. Project (All Time Low Fanfiction | Jack Barakat)

Chapter 5

After our breakfast date, Jack and I kept messaging each other. We saw each other a few more times. Less for cute little meetups during the day and more for late night 'meetups'. I was not complaining, though. Just like Sarah had said, once you find somebody as good as him, it's difficult to ever go back to the mediocre sex you used to have. It continued to stay as good and thrilling, even after I had come over a handful of times.

The first few times, I'd come over and leave almost straight after. It started with him only booty calling me after he had gone out for drinks in town. Then he'd also hit me up when he wasn't drunk. Eventually, I started spending the nights at his place, which was just heaven because his bed was beautiful. Then, time started stretching, and we'd spend even more time together. We didn't go on dates, but I'd be hanging out at his house for a few more hours after we woke up.

It was pretty difficult to cover and hide from my dad, but I somehow managed. I'd used the friends excuse a few too many times. Luckily, he didn't question it. I often spent quite a lot of time outside the house, even back in high school, so it wasn't much different. He just didn't need to know that I was going off to a guy's house to get my brains fucked out.

By now, I had also figured out a bit more about Jack. I already knew that he had siblings, but I now also knew that he had a brother and sister. He also told me that he was originally Lebanese, and how his parents fled to Canada and the US. Mainly, however, I finally figured out which band he was in after he showed me one of the records up on the wall. The entire time, I was tempted to google him, to find it all out, but I was restraining myself. I didn't want to be that girl, the one who would figure out everything about him online. That was just creepy. I didn't want to ruin the little thing we had going.

After yet another successful night, I found myself on Jack's couch sitting in my panties and one of his black hoodies that engulfed me. He'd even let me touch and play his guitars. Not the ones up on the wall that were supposed to be an artwork, but the actual ones that he played as well. They were nicer than anything I could even dream about affording.

It was actually bad weather for once in LA. The rain was pattering on the window and balcony, creating a white noise that filled the silence. Jack was just sitting on the armchair he had perpendicular to the couch, watching and listening to me play random songs. It was nice to spend time like this with him. We didn't need sex to fill up all the empty time.

"You have a nice voice," Jack mumbled to adapt his voice to the quiet surroundings while I was strumming some chords.

"Thanks," I smiled, my fingers still moving along the fretboard. "It's actually pretty useful when I'm writing songs. And also for me to make a little money on the side."

"A little money on the side?" He cocked his head up a little from where he was resting it on his hand.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Some people on my course ask me to sing for their songs. Not everybody who studies music can sing. It's fun and it brings in a little money."

"That's a lot less sexual than you made it seem initially."

"Not everything I do is sexual. Actually, most things I do aren't."

He hummed in response, listening to me play again. It wasn't that loud, but I still had all of his attention. "Will you sing another song, please?"

I nodded, thinking of another song I could both play and sing. My mind was always full of songs and things I could play until somebody suddenly requested I play them something. It was like my mind went completely blank. I switched to plucking some of the strings, playing random notes until I started hearing something that sounded a lot like a song I did know. Slowly, I transitioned into that song playing my own version of The One That Got Away.