Fifty Shades of Friends (book 1) j.g.

Chapter 18- Crying Angel

EMMA'S POV

I watch as the airport van's that read, 'LAX' on the side, drive away through the window of Cam and Nash's apartment. Tears continued to flow down my face as if I were never going to run out of them. All this time, I refused to think the 3 little words that actually meant a lot, let alone say them, and always held back from it. But instead, Jack said it first. He loves me. Does he genuinely mean it? Who the hell knows? Do I want him to mean it? I have no f*cking idea and it drives me insane.

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***3 Days Later***

It's been a whole three days and I still haven't heard a word from Jack. The only people I've talked to were of course, Cam, and then Matt, Taylor, JJ, and Sammy. Not a peep from any of the others. I was talking to everyone who mattered the least to me right now. Yes, they're all my best friends, but Jack will always be at the top of my list of people who I love the most. Wait... love. I love him. I love Jack.

JACK G'S POV

As we all come back upstairs from being down in the conference room for magcon all day, reality was starting to come back. I left my distraction down stairs, but every time we finish a show, what I think about 24/7 comes flooding right back. Ever since we left LA and I left Emma with the whole, 'I love you' bomb, I regretted it honestly. Even if it was true, I shouldn't have blown up our friendship like that and basically ended all chances of us being normal friends ever again.

"Hey Gilinsk! What's up with you man?" Cameron pats me on the back as he enters the hotel room Sammy, JJ, and I were sharing.

Just thinking about how much I want your girlfriend.

"Uh nothing. So what are we all doing tonight?" I try to quickly change he subject.

"Ask Nash. He had a fit last night that we went to the mall without him." he laughs and jokes just as Nash walks into the room, as if he it was on cue.

"Dude, I just didn't appreciate y'all leaving me when you knew I was sleeping." he defends himself and laughs.

I stare blankly at the wall, unable to think about anything else but the most beautiful name in the world. Emma.

SAMMY'S POV

As the rest of us guys file in my room and find Nash, Cam, and Gilinsky already in there, I plop beside Gilinsky and it doesn't even faze him. He was staring at the white wall as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I never seen him in such deep thought. That can mean only one thing. He was thinking about Emma... again. Only one way to test that theory.

JACK G'S POV

I miss her beautiful, long, dirty blonde hair and the way she runs her delicate, small hands through it when she doesn't know what to say. The way she bites her lip when she sees me shirtless. The sound of her giggling in my ear when we lay there talking after amazing sex. The way her crystal blue eyes look at my lips and back into mine when she wants to kiss me.

My thoughts continue on until I hear...

"So who else really misses Emma?"

My head jerks straight at the person who said her name. Sammy. Of course. He stares at me with a devilish smirk as he props his legs up beside me on the same bed I was on. I mouth, 'f*ck you' because I knew he got the reaction he wanted out of me. He just chuckles quietly to himself at my response.

"I sure as hell know I do." Cameron speaks up first.

He didn't even realize how good he has it, and it disgusts me.

"same here." Matt chimes in. Then Nash, Taylor, Shawn, and the rest follow.

"I bet Gilinsk misses her more than all you losers." Sammy speaks again, making me glare at him. He really needed to quit this act.

Everyone looks at me sitting in silence.

"What?!" I snap. "Of course I miss her. Who wouldn't? She's like the most amazing human being I've ever met." I say not even realizing what I was saying until it was too late to take back.

I manage to take a glance at Cameron in the lounge chair in the corner of the room, not looking impressed with my words.

Nothing was said about Emma the rest of the night. Thankfully. We all decided to end the night by going to the night club down a couple blocks from the hotel we were staying at. One of our fans we met today, has a dad that owns the place and had him put us guys' names on the list to enter, even though we weren't old enough to go in. Ah, I love our fans!

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EMMA'S POV

I've made up my mind. I was going to meet the boys. I couldn't take any more silence between Jack and I. I had so much to say but I actually had no clue what to say at the same time. My guess is that once I see him, words will just flood my head.

I had my bags packed to last me a couple days. I saved just enough money for a plane ticket too. And by, 'saved money', I really mean Cameron's emergency credit card he hid in his desk drawer. He should've known I'm a snooper.

The drive to LAX was fast and the plane ride was giving me extreme anxiety as I became closer and closer to my destination. Seattle, Washington. It was only a hour plane ride, but it felt like 5. It didn't matter. I've arrived and I was ready to tell Jack everything. Once again, what that is exactly... I have no clue until the time comes...

JACK G'S POV

The guy's and I were all drunk or at least a little tipsy. I was wasted. Thinking about Emma all night led me to drink away my problems and that ended me up with a sleazy girl to take back to the hotel. She looked like Emma except she was a little curvy, my height, and bleach blonde hair. Everyone immediately went back to the hotel but this girl, whatever her name is, took me back to her motel. It was a gross motel but I was too drunk and horny to care. I was unaware of what I was doing as I kiss her, throwing her on the bed after ripping her out of her revealing red dress that covered only till the end of her ass. It was hot. I drunkenly fall on top of her after letting my pants fall. The rest of the night was a complete blur.

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I wake up to a serious hang over and the unawareness of where I was currently. My head pounding and eyes dilated as the sunshine shoots through the blinds. I sit up in the bed and take in my surroundings. I see a girl naked, still sleeping beside me. She was disgusting and looked nothing like she did last night. I regret what I've done so much. But last night was an emotional rollercoaster for me. I was thinking about Emma so much I just spiraled out of control.

I quickly, and quietly put my clothes back on. Well, my pants and briefs at least. I couldn't find my shirt so I just left. I didn't know what time it was but I pray to God it isn't noon because that's when we're all supposed to leave for the next stop on the tour which I think is Phoenix, Arizona.

I wave down a cab and tell the driver the hotel. When I arrive, I stumble through the lobby, a little embarrassed of not having a shirt and my hair probably looking like sh*t. It was most likely obvious that I was in the middle of my walk of shame. But I didn't care. I just wanted to get upstairs and sleep off this headache until we have to leave. If there is even any more time left...

The elevator opens on my floor and I stumble out, holding my head as a sharp pain shoots through my head. Damn headaches.

After opening the door to my room, I shield my eyes as I come to find the shades open, letting the sun in my eyes. When my vision clears up, I hear the sound of sniffing and someone choked up. There a crying angel, sat on my empty bed, staring at me if I were her worst enemy. At least that's how bad I feel.