Who The Fxck Is Jack Barakat?!

Part 14

*Liz's POV*

It's almost 6 and I'm totally not freaking out about meeting Jack again in a few minutes. Really. Okay, I know I'm lying, I've probably never been more excited than that in my entire life... Except for the day my old band got to play an amazing festival back in England, that was truly one of the coolest days I've ever experienced so far.

I've been living in England for two years and I've been in a band with two of my three British friends who are in America right now. Luke was the second guitarist, Dan was the drummer and Jess (the only girl besides me) was something that you could call our manager I guess, she was the one who got us the spot on the second biggest stage at the festival. James (the singer) and Ben (the bassist) unfortunately couldn't accompany the three idiots as they weren't able to get some days off work but we promised to take as many silly photos for them as possible while Jess, Luke and Dan are here and tell them every single thing that happened on the journey. The others are still in the band and I'm happy about it, I didn't want them to quit just because I had to leave to go back to the US, but I've been missing the old times and I sort of hoped we could jam a bit again. Even though being in a band can be really annoying and stressful sometimes it was definitely the best time in my life.

I decide to check my appearance in the mirror in my bedroom again for the last time before Jack turns up. I tried to look casual, I didn't want to look like I've been trying too hard.. but of course I was worrying a bit more than usually about meeting him.

He kissed me the last time. He really kissed me.

I still remember how our lips connecting felt like and I would love to relive that moment. I haven't had a boyfriend or even a real date since my ex left me a bit more than a year ago for another girl, I was too broke to allow myself to get my heart broken again by some guy. I almost forgot the feeling. The feeling of somebody kissing you... and maybe even wanting more. But I don't want to misinterpet the whole situation. Maybe it was just a stupid idea that overcame him all off a sudden and now he regrets what he did. It's always like that with the nice ones, isn't it? Even if he told me that we had something like a chance of being in a proper relationship, I can't believe that everything's going to be that easy for us. Especially not for me. Meeting a guy and both, the girl and him, fall for each other within a week? That sounds like a fairytale and I refuse to think that it will be as simple at that. It's never been as simple as that for me. Something will happen and I'm sure as hell that at least one of us will get hurt. Probably me.

I shake off the bad thoughts, no matter what will happen I have to live with it and there's nothing I could change. I try to recall why exactly I went upstairs and find myself looking into the mirror again. Right, I wanted to check my outfit.

I wear some black skinny jeans (much of a change there) and a white top that says Paramore and has their sign under the band's name. Jack told me he likes the music of Paramore the day we met, he'd seen them a few times, too, and I, as a massive Paramore fan, thought it wouldn't be the worst thing to wear. Plus I got told I look good in it a few times, not only by female members of humanity, but that's not the reason why it had to be this top. Seriously.

I don't wear any make-up except for some eyeliner, nothing new, but the eyeliner ends in those wing things, at least something new for him. I only bother to do them when I'm going out to some fancy events which is why Jack hasn't seen them yet. I straightened my hair earlier today and I'm happy that it still looks the way it's supposed to look like. The blue of the dyed part started to fade into a lighter shade but I don't care because I actually think it suits me.

I take a final look and come to the conclusion that I couldn't have done it much better, go downstairs again and head to the living room. I place myself on the couch and grab my phone from the tiny coffee table standing next to it. Still not 6. I sigh. I want to see the drama queen again. A little smile finds its way to my face. If Kaitlyn saw me daydreaming about Jack like this, she definitely wouldn't stop teasing me with it for the rest of my life.

My smile turns into a huge grin at the thought of my crazy yet lovable best friend. Wait - I haven't texted Kaitlyn all day! In fact I haven't used my phone today except for the time I called Jack, I bet she's left me millions of messages in my absence. I promised her to keep her updated on the situation yesterday which I obviously didn't. 9 new messages. She isn't curious at all.

"Thanks again for letting me go with you to the party yesterday, it was cool to see your fam again! x"

"But real talk now... Any news on the Jack story?"

"Don't leave me hanging here like that... Did you have some dirty dreams about him at least? ;)"

Ew. I cringe about that message, I 've never thought about going this far with him and I won't start with it. Not in the next time. Why the hell does she have to be that inappropriate???

"Alright, sorry about that text, that was a bit too much."

Oh really? I laugh a bit.

"But seriously, why don't you answer?"

"Liz."

"LIZ!"

"C'mon, I know you're there. Somewhere."

"*sighs* I give up. Hope you have a nice evening (with a special someone...?)"

I shake my head. How can she always guess things that easily?

"Hey K, yes, I am indeed seeing Jack today but don't make a big deal out of it, because it isn't. Just some friends chilling." I reply.

"Yeah, sure. Just some friends chilling. Some friends who make out and stuff. Sounds logically."

"I swear it's nothing more than that! He probably forgot about the kiss anyway, who knows how many girls he's already kissed? I mean I'll try to talk about it but I can't promise anything. I better go now, he could be there any second. See ya tomorrow! x"

I read through the text again till I press the 'send' button. Just as I see it's been sent I hear the door bell. I basically run to the door, carefully and quietly though because I don't want to seem like I've been desperately waiting for him, I'd only scare him away.

I arrive at the door. I take a deep breath and open it. I am greeted by the smiling face I've grown to see as familiar in only 8 days.