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   I sat on the couch in my apartment, and felt like hell. Ever since Johnson left I've been a mess.

   I've gotten thousands of hate comments, and I haven't seen one nice thing. I just wish I could go back in time, and change something so he wouldn't have left.

FLASHBACK

   "Jack, it's not working," Johnson said.

   "I'll break up with Madison, it's not a big deal," I said.

   "That's not it, man," he continued, "it's just not working."

   "What's not working!" I shouted.

   "Everything, we're arguing, the fans think I'm just your sidekick," yelled Johnson, "I don't know, we just need a break!"

   "A break?" I asked, a ping hitting my heart.

   Why would he want a break? We were a dynamic duo. Sure, Madison could be unsubtle when it came to hanging out with Johnson, but I never thought he would want to split.

   "Yes, Jack, enough is enough," he said slowly, "I just need to think." He left the apartment, slamming the door behind him. His words rang in my ear, "enough is enough."

   I stood up, and kicked the coffee table, and sat back on the couch wincing at the sudden pain running though my foot.

PRESENT

   Madison kept texting me, reminding me how I was such a loser, but I never replied. I was listening to these hate comments, and they never seemed to go away.

   Johnson's career has been blowing up with Sammy and Nate. He decided to go on tour with them.

   I'm tired of it, being alone, a mess, an ass. I want Johnson back in the apartment, and now I can barely afford the rent due to no performances, or meet and greets. I even missed the fans.

   Johnson hasn't messaged me either, not since before he left. It's been too quiet here, and I haven't got out. I needed to go to the grocery store, but that would have to wait until tomorrow.

   My phone pinged, and I checked to see a new email on my lockscreen. I opened it, it was from Johnson about my last paycheck.

   FROM: @jackjohnson.contact@gmail.com
   TO: jackgilinsky.contact@gmail.com
   SUBJECT: paycheck

   Dear Jack,
   I'm sorry it didn't work out between us. I just wanted to email you to tell you your last paycheck will be delivered to you tomorrow. Hope you're doing fine.
Jack J

   I sighed in relief that I was getting my paycheck, but the first sentence kept bringing me back to that day.

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made: oct.15, 2015 - 4:04pm
edited: march 21, 2016 - 8:34pm
edited again: june 9, 2016 - 1:18pm
edited more: june 13, 2017 - 7:10pm

Poor Gilinsky.

I don't know where this fanfic will go, so yea just keep reading.

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𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, jack gilinsky  ✓Where stories live. Discover now