Get Down On Your Knees And Tell Me You Love Me (Merrikat)

Chapter Eighteen

Zack

'Last. Chance.'

Us, as a band and crew, decided it was best for All Time Low to take a few days off before playing out the last shows on Warped. Ever since we left the hospital, Jack has never been without either Alex, Ri, or me. It's mostly Alex, which has me a little jealous, but Jack needs his best friend.

As the evening of the third night off rolls around, it's just Jack and I in the lounge. Home Alone is playing and for once in a while I feel at peace. Jack is laying across the couch with his head in my lap, too engrossed in the movie to even realize I'm playing with his hair instead of paying attention. I got lucky, didn't I?

You know you're going to lose him to me. I could hear Selena's voice inside my head.

One day, sooner or later, he's going to come crawling back when he realizes I'm the better option.

"Shut. Up." I mumbled. Jack turned around with a look of concern on his face.

"You okay?" He asked as he took my hand and held it. I gave him a reassuring smile.

"Just fine," I said as I leaned down to kiss him. We just sat here like this, savoring every moment, until I felt a playful slap on my cheek.

"Merrick, as much as I love you, my movie is on. We can make out later," He said and winked just before he turned back around. I laughed a slouched back a bit again. My hand still held his.

Don't get too comfortable. Her voice echoes through my head.

My lips will be on his, not yours. My whole body tensed, and my grip on Jack got slightly tighter. I felt him return it.

Remember, last chance. I've got to get rid of this bitch.

"Okay, seriously. What's wrong?" Jack asked as he paused the movie. He sat up and looked at me.

"Nothing, babe. I promise. Just a little stressed," This time I took his hands.

"About?" He asked as he inched forward. Our knees touching.

I sighed. "Just stuff. Nothing too severe. It's probably lack of sleep," Which was a total load of bull shit. I didn't want to ruin tonight with her.

Jack pulled me off the couch and led me to the bunks. He hopped up and pulled me with him. Once I got in his arms went around my waist and he faced me. He pressed his entire body against mine.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I like hugs," he replied. It was barely audible as he buried his head in my neck.

"What about kisses? Do you like those too?" He giggled and nodded a yes. Jack brought his head up and placed his lips on mine. Good god I could stay like this forever. His lips moved against mine in the most perfect rhythm and sync, Jack felt like heaven itself. Over time I felt my eyes get heavier and heavier, and the make out session turned into little kisses on the nose and cheeks.

The next morning I found myself to be the only one awake when I climbed out of the bunk. So, I decided to make pancakes. As I got out all the ingredients, I checked Twitter and tweeted, "@zackalltimelow: makin breakfast for the band. even tho im the only one up"

Once everything was in the bowl, I stirred, then put it in the pan. While I waited for them to need flipping I decided to tweet back some fans. After the batter ran out I decided to wake Jack up finally.

"Babe, get up. I made pancakes," I said as I opened the curtains. He groaned and tried to shoo me away.

"Please get up," I said as I got in the bunk. I kissed up and down his jawline. He didn't budge. When I kissed him he only slightly moved.

"Why are you so complicated?" I got out, pulled him to the edge, and carried him to the kitchen.

"Put me down!" he shouted, and I laughed. I put him down on the couch and went back to get him and myself a plate of food.

"Thanks, asshole," he grumbled.

"You love me," I smiled as I took a bite.

"Yeah, yeah,"

When we were done eating, Jack and I cleaned the dishes together, exchanging little kisses every minute or so.

"You taste like maple syrup," he said with this goofy smile on his face. I laughed and kissed him again. Jack deepened the kiss and put his arms around my neck, and mine rested on his hips. He pulled back and said,

"Y'know everyone's still asleep and that couch looks awfully comfy to make out on,"

"Very true,"

A while after we stopped, Jack fell asleep and everyone decided to get up. Rian came out first.

"Well, good morning sunshine!" I greeted Ri. He only groaned in response.

"Did you make any food?" he asked.

"Yeah, the left overs are in the fridge," He groaned again.

"I'm too lazy for that shit," he muttered and went back to the bunks. Only moments later he came back out with shorts replacing his pajama pants. Without a word he walked outside. I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous actions, and the door pushed open to a very concerned Rian. He spoke before I got the chance to ask questions.

"Okay, we need to do something about Selena. Now!" Rian shouted.

"You think I haven't been wanting to? I want to ask Jack every damn day but I don't want to put even more stress on him, or the whole band!" My voice was louder than I intended it to be, and it woke Jack up.

"What's going on?" he sleepily said. Rian said nothing, only handed an envelope to Jack. He looked up at him, and then me.

"Not again," I heard him mumble. I put my arms around him as he tore open the paper.

'Don't act like I don't have eyes,' the note read. Jack didn't speak. Rian walked out of the room, most likely to wake up Lex and the crew.

"Jack, I think we need to talk about this," I began, my voice was soft, just above a whisper. "We need to do something about her and her gang of idiots."

"No," he said.

"What?" I was taken back. He got out of my grip and off the couch, instead sat opposite of me.

"I don't want to bring this to court, I don't want to press charges, and I don't want to face her," his voice was the slightest bit shaky but so stern, and the volume was starting to raise.

"Why the hell not?" Anger literally flew throughout my body. How does he not want to do something about her? She hurt him in so many ways emotionally and physically and Jack wants nothing to do with it!

"Because I don't want to cause anymore shit, Zack! I'm tired of getting you and everyone around into my shit!" He was shouting now, and standing. I followed his actions.

"Not doing anything will only fucking encourage her! I'm never ever leaving you so she'll never leave us alone unless we do something, dammit!" I ran my hands through my hair in distress.

"We can find another way to get her off!" He spat back at me.

"Like what, Jack? Never going outside again? Splitting up All Time Low? Not being around each other in public? Sorry, but it's not happening!"

He was silent after that. He looked like he wanted to say something, but never did.

"I'm going for a run," I walked out the door, unintentionally slamming it.

[a/n hahaahahahaha yikes!]