Distance *a Jack Johnson fanfic*

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• j a c k •

After Harper left me sitting in the apartment while the weed smoke circled around me, I still continue to sit there, pissed off and confused. I grab my phone and call Nate. Again.
"So did you get her back lover boy?" Nate asks in a happy tone of voice.
"No I didn't fucking get her back." I feel like crying. "I was smoking weed like you said to and I was all mellow and happy and shit and then she fucking came home. Ugh! Then she fucking yelled at me for smoking weed then she went back to Sammy's and now God knows what they're doing this time. Like it seriously pisses me the fuck off that they are always together. ALWAYS. When I left, they were just casual friends and barely hung-out unless I invited Sam over or he invited me and Harper to do something. Now I see Harper 10% of the time, the other 90% she spends with Sam and it's fucking annoying and I fucking hate it." I let out a frustrated cry of annoyance. "I WISH I COULD ACTUALLY SPEND TIME WITH MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND."
Nate is quiet for a moment on the other end of the phone. "Well damn.... Um, I'm sorry that Harper yelled at you. But I'm sure she'll be home soon, and when she comes home, tell her how much you love her and how sorry you are for everything and that you'll do anything to make it up to her. Girls like sappy shit like that."
"Okay."
"Good luck with everything bro."
"Thanks for everything Maloley."
"No problem."
"Talk to you later."
"Later." Then he hangs up. I set my phone down on my leg and take one more hit off my joint, blowing the smoke out in front of me and watching it dance through the air around me.
I sit there and wait for Harper to come home for ten minutes.
Ten minutes turns into twenty, which turns into an hour, which turns into three hours, which then turns into another three and a half hours. It's now around 8:30am and still no Harper. I wonder where she is and if she's okay. Well I mean I know who she's with and probably where she's at right now but that's not the point. The point is I want her to come home so I can apologize to her a bunch of times and show her just how truly sorry I am.
I wait around for her till 9am and when she still hasn't come home, I take another hit off my joint and text her for the twentieth time since she left.

TO: Harper 💕
Hey baby, I'm sorry. Please come home.

She still doesn't reply back, she just reads my message with no response. Well I tried.

TO: Harper 💕
I love you.

I just sit back and wait for her to come home. I end up drifting off.

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The next day, she comes home around noon and I wrap her in a big hug. "Hi baby girl, I'm so sorry I smoked weed while you were gone. It was stupid of me to do knowing that you hate it and that you were on your way home. I'm sorry. I love you so much and I'm sorry that I constantly keep hurting you." Oh my God I was so worried about her. She was gone for a day and a half.... I slept for almost an entire day off and on after smoking all the weed Josh gave me and ate everything in the apartment and stuff....
"It's fine." She says brushing me off and heading into our bedroom again. She emerges a couple minutes later in a different outfit this one consisting of a black V-neck, one of my flannels that she took from me once and ripped skinny jeans.
"Damn babe, you look hot."
"Thank you."
"So what would you like to do today?"
"I don't care. What do you wanna do?"
"Wanna go see a movie?"
"Sure. Let's go." She shrugs.
"Okay."
We go see a movie and everything seems fine between the two of us for the first time in weeks. After the movie ends, we go get lunch at Panera. I order us each a large iced green tea and our usual meals each with a giant M&M cookie.
"Thank you baby." Harper says, happily eating her cookie while we wait on our sandwiches.
"You're welcome." I reply back and lean across the table to kiss her forehead. "I will do absolutely anything for you. You know that right?"
An unreadable expression crosses her face but it's gone almost as quickly as it appeared. "I know."
Just then my name is called and I stand up and go over to grab our food. I come back to our table and hand her her plate and then I sit down with mine. We begin to dig in.
"I fucking love Panera." Harper says happily taking a bite of her sandwich.
"Me too."
"Panera is bae." She smiles, taking another bite of the sandwich.
I look at her shocked and in mock hurt, a hand over my heart dramatically. "And I'm not bae?"
She grins. "Nope."
"Whaaaaaaaaaattttttttttt."
"Just kidding." You touches my arm with her free hand. "You're bae too."
"Good." I laugh.