Adopted by Magcon

7

Jack Js POV:
We've finally arrived home and I couldn't be happier. Nothing can ruin this day. Hell, nothing can ruin this week!

I run up to my room and quickly pass out on my bed.

5 hours later

It's 3am when I'm woken up by a loud knock on my bedroom door. I get up and open the door and see a worried Jack.

"You might want to see this." I follow him out the door and put into the living room. Everyone is there except for May. Oh god. May.

"Where's May?" I ask Matt and he smiles.

"She's still sleeping. Don't worry." I breath a sigh of relief when I notice something off about the room. There is a girl standing in our living room. Shes about 18 years old maybe. Tall and fit. Why is he here again?

"Hi. My names Izzy." She wipes a tear off her cheek and run up to hug me. I immediately wrap my arms right around her and let her cry in my shoulder.

"You kept my best friend alive three extra months, and I can't thank you enough." I start rubbing her back while she continues to cry.

"What do you mean?" She pulls away and takes a letter out of her purse and hands it to me. I look around the room at all the guys. Jack is on the couch with his head in his hands and Cam is crying on Nash's shoulder who is also crying. Shawn is red in the face like he Jair stopped crying and Matt is standing emotionless in the corner of the room staring off into space.

The rest of the guys are spread out either crying on each other or have just stopped crying. I take the letter and open it. I look back at Izzy and she has tears on her face too.

I open the letter, and begin to read.

"Dear Jack Johnson,

By the time you read this, I'll be dead. I only have a month left to live as of right now and I don't want you to see me like this.

I listen to your song on repeat. Tides. It's my favorite song and I want to die listening to it. The tides did drag me out, but the lord is having trouble teaching me how to swim." I take a break when my voice cracks and I wipe a year that has fallen down my cheek before finishing.

"I'm 17 years old and my name is Mika. I live in Portland Oregon and I've had a brain tumor for three years now. It's not getting much better. In fact, it's getting worse.

I have Chemo once a week but it's only a matter of time. I'm dying Jack. One of these day you're going to be down one fan. I've never been to a show of yours. I was stuck in critical condition during the whole Magcon event and the digitour.

I've had my friend Izzy following you. It was my wish with the Genies. Izzy went to all of the Magcon and Digitour events. She even went backstage once and hung out with you guys.

I hope Izzy grants my last wish and gets you this letter. I just want you to know how much you truly mean to me. I love your smile, your cooky style and your little blonde hair. You're perfect so don't let the haters tell you otherwise.

I'm sorry Jack Gilinsky hasn't been with you much lately. He can do you much better than Maddison Beer. I mean, seriously? She's like... 12." I chuckle a little at this and take a glance at Jack who is staring me straight in the face.

"It does not say that." He says and comes to see. I show him the letter and he's face goes blank.

"Damn." I then return to the letter.

"Anyways, I'd like to formally invite you to my funeral. I'm sure when Izzy gets this letter to you it will be quickly approaching. Of course you can bring Jack and Shawn. Maybe Matt too. But I wouldn't want Cameron or Nash there. That's too much attention to be attracted to my funeral. I mean seriously. I'll be dead. It's not like a digitour stop.

Okay well, I have chemo soon so I have to end this quick. I just want you to know that I died loving you. And I know you loved me when I died.

Love,
Mika Hamilton" I fold the letter back up and put it away. Izzy is on her hands and knees crying and all the guys are teary eyed again.

I wipe away the few tears that have come down my own cheeks and sit across from Izzy. I rest my head in my hands and let a few loose tears fall.

"Wow." Gilinsky is the first one to speak. I'm not sure exactly what to say to that. Mika was right though, I did love her when she died. I still love her today. I love all of my fans. My thoughts are interrupted by someone speaking form the doorway.

"Dad? What's going on?" I look up and see May standing in the doorway looking tired and confused.

Mays POV:
"Dad what's going on?" I ask when I discover all the guys laying around like a crying mess. How does this happen? I've only been asleep four hours. Wait who's she?

My attention is takes to a girl sitting, crying, at my dads feet. Her long brown scruffy hair is a mess and her eyes are red and swollen puffy.

"Nothing May. Go back to bed and I'll be up in a few minutes." Dad says and looks over at me. I can see in his eyes that it's serious so I go without asking any questions.