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

Chapter 13

I woke up after another night spent at Jack's. It was two weeks after the failed attempt at getting me to meet his friends. The fact that I still found myself in his bed after that showed me that he still prioritised me over what his friends thought of us. He really was trying to right his earlier wrongs.

I was surprised to find that I woke up because Jack had woken up first and started stirring.

"Morning," I whispered with a hoarse voice, tilting my head up to look at him.

"Did I wake you?" He said back in a low soft voice, adding a short chuckle.

"Somehow you did..." I yawned, rolling from my side on to my back and stretching. "What time is it?"

"Eleven."

I could hear the smile in his voice, taunting me a little. I always woke up much earlier than him, even after a night out. But we had been at the studio until 4 am this time and going to Jack's afterwards obviously meant it was even later until we fell asleep. Even though all we did was talk in the dark. It had wiped me out. Luckily it was Tuesday, which meant I had the day off.

I groaned, still feeling groggy. "Fuuuuck."

"Did I break your little streak?"

"I'm sad to tell you this isn't your doing."

"Dammit..." he muttered back.

An idea popped in my head and I swiftly sat up, turning around so I was straddling Jack. I put my hands on his bare chest and grinned. "Can we have pancakes for lunch?"

"For lunch?" He furrowed his brow and squinted at me.

"Yeah, let's skip breakfast and have breakfast for lunch instead."

"I don't see why not." He shrugged.

So that's what we went to do that day. Jack found a place that would serve breakfast all day and we slowly got ready. The place we went to was a cute little diner somewhere hidden away from the main streets. Its red and white decoration tried its best to replicate a 50s diner, keeping the homely atmosphere.

We immediately ordered two plates of pancakes and two milkshakes, meaning it didn't take long until our food was right under our noses. I only managed to eat a few bites before a bombshell dropped.

"Okay," Jack sighed, putting down his knife and fork, "I have something I need to tell you."

My eyes snapped up to his face and widened. Despite my mouth still being full of pancake, I managed to respond, "what?"

A snort came out of his mouth as he tried to hold in his laughter. "Don't worry, I'm not pregnant."

"Oh, thank god," I breathed out in mock relief even though I was still worried, "cause I don't have the money to get you an abortion."

"But actually, though, I've got something I need to discuss with you."

"Well, don't keep me waiting!" I stressed.

"Remember how a while ago you thought you weren't going to find an internship?"

"What did you do?!"

He scratched his jawline. "I might have pulled some strings..."

"Jack..." I warned.

He gave me a sheepish grin. "How do you feel about being the assistant assistant tour manager on our next tour?"

"Jack! I didn't ask for your help."

"I know, I know, but I hated seeing you so stressed when I had the connections to help you out."