Lennon Miller and Jack Hughes were once inseparable. Being born on the same day, in the same hospital to moms who were best friends would do that to two people.
Every memory Lennon had as a child consisted of the brunette boy at her side. He was he...
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"You said I have to trust me freely. But diesel is desire you were playing with fire."
~*~*~
"You have got to be kidding me"
I drop my bags to the floor as I stand inside an apartment which smells entirely of Jack. I was told before I signed the contract that I would be getting my own apartment. But, of course, I was tricked again as I see half of my belongings taking up space in Jack's living room.
This dude better have a spare room or I'm going to loose my ever loving shit. I will not sleep in the same bed as him. Never again.
He is standing the kitchen in an absolute state of nerves. Angela left a few minutes ago after dropping the bomb and now the two of us are alone for the first time in six years. Jack is the type of person who has no idea what to do with their hands. He's standing there messing around with the cap of a water bottle.
I am absolutely raging. I've never felt so out of control and so out of the loop than I do with these people. They make it their mission to make me feel like a fool. I'm always being blind sided by this and that. I thought I was done with that when I fired Zoe but it just goes to show that I can't trust anyone.
He scrapes a hand across his chin. "I'm sorry Lennon, it's only temporary. We will find you a place as soon as we can."
Pasting on as best of a smile as I can. "There's no use getting worked up over it now since all of my shit is here. Can you show me to my room? God please tell me you have a spare room."
Waving his hand towards the hallway Jack comes towards me and snatches my bags off the floor before I can protest. "Right this way."
The room we walk into is surpirsgnly pretty. It has light blue walls which match the color of the pillows laying on the bed. The rest of his house is more focused on darker colors and modern but this room is really light colors with wooden accents that I love. It almost feels welcoming in a way.
"I wasn't sure what you liked but I remember you used to like this shade of blue."
"You painted this room for me?"
He shrugs. "I want to make you as comfortable as possible until you can get your own space. You're welcome to change anything you want."
Looking back over my shoulder at him I take a second to process his words. I semi appreciate his gesture, it reminds me way too much of the old Jack but still, I appreciate it all the same.
"Thanks."
I take the bags from his hands and throw them somewhere on the floor. My head is pounding after the last hour, I'm tired, hungry, and I just want to be left alone. I'm starting to think this was a bad idea. I can smell him everywhere and it's maddening.
"Uhm. I'll leave you too it. My room is right across the hall. We can move whatever boxes you have left into the other room once you are all settled in. I have to leave for a while but if you get hungry please feel free to raid the pantry and fridge." He pauses for a long moment. "I really am glad you are here Lennon, I can't thank you enough."
Waving him off with a hand I don't say another word. He leaves shortly after and the apartment grows silent. It doesn't bother me, after living on my own for so long the silence is something I had no choice but to get used to.
~*~*~
It doesn't take me very long as I didn't pack that much. I'll send for the rest of my stuff when I get my own apartment. Jack comes back a few hours later. He offers to help but I just plead with him to stay out of my way. I know I'm being rude since this is his apartment but I still haven't had the opportunity to process how monumental my life has changed.
One minute I went from content with the fact that I would never see him again, I got to stew in my anger in private. Now, I live with him. He's in the room next door and every time I have to go to the bathroom I pass by his room and am reminded of all the things he did.
I know I did this to myself but I am starting to believe I made the wrong choice. I thought I could do this but now I don't think I can. Reaching for my phone I dial my mom's number. She picks up after the first few rings.
"Hi mom, I did something bad."
My mom is silent as I dive into everything that's happened lately. She waits until I'm done to respond. "Holy shit. They are paying you that much money?"
"Tell me about it. That's why I said yes."
"Oh honey you better bleed that boy dry for everything he did to you."
I gasp. "Mom!"
She laughs loudly on the other end of the phone. "Please sweetheart, I had to pick you up from the rubble he left you in. Look at what you did for yourself. You built an empire while standing on the broke pieces of your heart, it's only fair of him to pay the price in any way he can."
"I haven't been very kind to him."
"You better not be taking it easy on that boy. Make his pockets hurt love."
The smile in my mom's voice is nothing short of sinister. Maybe we are both crazy but it eases some of the tension on my chest. We talk for a little while longer before Jack knocks on my door.
"Come in."
"Sorry to bother you. Angela wants us to make a public appearance tonight. Are you hungry?"
I think back to the words my mom said. I'm already here I might as well make the best out of this experience.
"I'll be ready in 30."
He sends me a grateful smile before gently closing my door. I can hear him walking towards his own room before the door shuts behind him. Nobody out there can be better arm candy than me. I'm about to put my best outfit on and reap the benefits of fake dating one of the hottest and most popular athletes out there right now. My mom will be proud.
