Jack Gilinsky Rebel 2 // A Magcon Fanfic

Chapter 25

I stare out the window above the sink as I sit at the island. My eyes feel heavy and my head sinks into my arms. I know I'm about to fall asleep but then I hear the door creak open, and I hear footsteps.

I pick my head up but keep my eyes closed, "hey Cam," I say and open them as the door shuts.

He smiles and walks to me, "you look like you've been awake for 3 weeks. Go get some rest. I'll sleep in the guest room," he says.

I stand up wobbly and smile as I pass him, " there's not much in there. You might wanna grab a pillow and a blanket from the closet," I say facing away from him.

"Okay. Goodnight slash morning," he says with a chuckle.

I'm too tired to laugh. I take off my clothes and put on comfy ones, take out my hair and off with my makeup. Finally I crawl into the bed and under the comforter. The last thing I remember is the clock saying 6:58 am.

***

I wake up after a really jolting dream I don't really remember. After I wake I sit up immediately with the last image running through my mind. It was of Jack, he had jumped off a strange blue bridge.

Why did I dream of Jack... dying? Obviously if I could control my dreams I would not want my dream of Jack jumping to death.

I bring my fingers to my eyes and rub the sleepiness away. The clock says 3 pm. Daaaaamn.

I get up and walk straight to the kitchen as my stomach growls. No sign of Cam out here, probably out somewhere or still sleeping. I make myself some food and check my phone. A few messages... Including one from my boss.

Nick: Hey Sam, I need you to work as soon as possible today. Kaitlyn just quit. Glad you're back from vacation! Let me know when you're coming in.

I sit down on the couch and run my hand through my hair. "Shit," I say. He sent the message at 10 am!

I reply quick,

Hey Nick, long day yesterday I slept in realllly late. I'll be there at 4 ish?

I send and check the time. 3:15. Still enough time. I run into the bathroom, run cold water over my face and brush my teeth. Run to my room, make myself look presentable.

By 3:45 I'm out the door. About 5 minutes into driving, Cam texts.

Cam: Did you leave, I heard the door?

I quickly glance from the road to the phone,

Yeah. Going to work. Be back later.

I send and make my way to the shop. Once I'm there I hesitate to go in but I do. This place reminds me of him.. Of Shawn.

I roll my eyes and open the door. Nick is at the register.

"Hey Sam! Right on time," he says and exits the counter, allowing me to go in after I punch in.

"How was your vacation?" He asks after I set my purse down.

God-awful.

"Amazing!" I say with a fake smile.

"I've always loved Florida," he says. "Did you go with family.. or?"

"Yeah... Family," I say quietly.

"Great. Well I'll leave you to it. Can you close?" He asks.

"Mmm, what time is that again?" I ask.

"10:30," he says.

I think of what I'm doing tonight. Sitting at home and mourning over Jack.

"Yeah I can do that," I say.

"Thanks. Well I'll head out now. Have a good night," he says and with that he's out the door.

***

I tiredly hold my head in my hand and stand behind the register- what I've been doing for the past 5 hours. Closing time in half an hour, I doubt people will come.

To save time, I walk over and start sweeping like we always have to. There is always music playing, given the fact that it's a music store. On right now is some Katy Perry that I like. I start dancing to it, checking to make sure no one is around first.

Stupid, really but I do it to pass the time. I'm almost finished sweeping when the next song is  Lay Me Down, by Sam Smith. God, this makes me want to die. Not really, but it reminds me of ... Jack. 

I stop my sweeping all together, look around the empty store, then it all comes back to me. Flashes of his black hair, his bushy eyebrows and his sparkling brown eyes. I lean on the broom, and start to feel the tears burning my eyes.

Then they fall, and I can't help but listen to every lyric and relate to it. I start sobbing, breathlessly sobbing, fuck. I try and keep my mascara from running but I just keep remembering when he'd tickle me. Or tease me about the dirtiest things, and compliment my body or my face even though I'm far from perfect.

When the song is over, I lift my head up, and start walking towards the register. I'm leaving, I just want to cry alone in my car.. I sniffle and try to stable myself for the time being. Then I hear the last sound I want to hear. The door bell.

I keep my head down and walk to the back of the register, hoping the stranger doesn't see me cry. I wait until they're on the other side of the store before I lift my head up. Then I see him, with my poofy, red, bloodshot eyes.

"Cam?" my voice cracks as I say it and another tear falls as I let completely loose.

"W-what's wrong?" he asks, the second he sees me he rushes to the back of the register.

"I'm sorry... I'm not usually like this, Cameron," I say sobbing and folding my arms.

He has a concerning look on his face and puts his hands on my shoulder, "Sam, it's fine... Tell me what's wrong.." he says.

I take a deep breath in and stop sobbing, but the tears pour out of my eyes. "You know what's wrong.." I say somewhat stable, still a hint of weakness in it.

He makes sure to look me straight in the eyes, "you're alright, Sam. How about you leave here and come home with me?" he asks. "It doesn't feel right leaning you home alone," he says.

"It's not 10:30 yet.." I say and bring my hands to my eyes, wiping my tears.

"Only a few minutes, come on," he says. "We'll leave your car here, get it tomorrow," he suggests.

"I can drive, Cam," I say and raise my eyebrows.

"I know," he says and ushers me forward with a hand on my back. "I'll take you to get some food though," he says.

I smile at his offer, "I would but.."

"Come to my place, I'll kick Aaron out of the guest room and you can stay a lil," he says. "What food you want?" he asks as I make my way to the back to clock out.

"Are you sure?" I ask and wipe all the wet from my face as I pull out my card from the little box.

"Yes, of course," Cam says and we start walking out after I turn off the lights and lock the door.

I would text Nick, but I really don't care. Fuck Jack, if he wants to disappear, I'll let him. I've had plenty of people abandon me in my life, I usually don't react like .. this..

We walk to Cam's Chevy Cruiser, and I admire the plain black sky, with stars glowing everywhere. I smile to myself, but I'm not sure why; probably because Cameron is being so nice and generous.

Note to self: don't be a bitch to Cameron, and thank him later.