Benefits.

Chapter Seven.

~~Jack's POV~~ Two months later ~~

I couldn't sleep the entire plane ride back to California. I just kept snapping pictures out of the window and sending them to Sarah over snapchat because Johnson gave up his window seat, it was rightfully my turn anyway. The last one was beautiful, showing the run way and the building around it all lite up, I posted that one to my story proudly writing "Missing you" on the picture before posting it and sending it to Sarah. She didn't open any of my snaps. She used to open every single one even if we weren't talking at the time. But all day yesterday and today she just wasn't opening them. But I knew she was on snapchat because she was posting to her story.

Johnson shook my shoulder lightly, I pulled out one of my ear phones and asked, "What's up?"

He whispered, "Sarah texted me back."

I sat up quickly, "Are you serious?"

He handed me his phone opened up to their conversation.

Johnson: Hey u alrite?

Sarah: Hi... Yeah just not really up for Gilinsky's shit, you know?

Johnson: Wht's wrong?

Sarah: Just tired. Go look at my private twitter for the whole thing.

I took the liberty of going to twitter on his phone and going to her private twitter in which she only let close friends like Johnson and myself follow. She posted so much on her private account I almost forgot it was a private account. She had posted over 40 times since I last went on her twitter. She posted about how her anxiety was eating her from the inside out, and how much she missed a certain person and I knew she had to have been talking about me. She also posted about how she regretted the last time she saw "Mr. Right" as she has dubbed me on her private twitter. She gave me an alias on her private twitter because if it ever got hacked or found or whatever she would be okay and nobody would find out. I refreshed her twitter on accident and a new tweet popped up, "I fuck everything up all the fucking time." I closed out twitter and gave Johnson back his phone.

Johnson whispered, "I don't think we should go see her."

I furrowed my eyebrows and huffed, "You don't have to go Johnson."

He rolled his eyes, "No if you go, I am going, she told me she doesn't want to see you."

I looked at him as if he had three heads, "You're so full of shit, Jack."

He was obviously trying to convince me he was telling the truth, "Dude I'm not fucking with you! Sarah told me she doesn't want to see you because she's afraid of you now. She tired of it."

I sighed as the flight attendant began to give us landing instructions. I don't care if Sarah doesn't want to see me I am going to see her. I'll just get her some flowers and a gift before I go see her. She'll surely let me in the door.

There was an entire barrage of fans at the airport to welcome Johnson and I home. It didn't take us long to get out of there though because by now we were pretty experienced in airport crowds. The moment we got home, I threw my stuff in my bedroom, jumped in the shower, fixed my hair and got dressed in a button up plaid shirt and Sarah's favorite white skinny jeans that she got me, white vans too. Damn, I was selfie worthy today. I headed out without letting Johnson know. I drove to the local grocery store to pick up some flowers because my usual floral shop was defiantly closed at this hour. I got a bouquet of deep red roses, a teddy bear, two boxes of mint Oreos - Sarah's favorite - and some milk. After picking that up I sneaked back into Johnson and I's house to grab the stuff I got for Sarah on tour. A little key chain that said S+J on it, and a t shirt from each city that we played in. I already had a gift bag and some tissue paper so I quickly packed that up and ran back out to my car. I drove pretty hastily over to Sarah's place. When I pulled into Sarah's drive way, I saw that her living room lamp was on. I thought maybe she was up watching TV or something. I grabbed the gifts out of the backseat and walked up to the door; I hesitated to put my key into the lock. It was old habits coming out, I couldn't imagine her horror if I just came in the door like nothing happened. I politely knocked on the door. I waited for a bit while I heard her scuffling around, papers falling, her cursing God's name, her music being paused, then I saw her peek through the glass on the very top of her door. Probably on her tip toes. She opened the door.

Sarah opened the door then she began to open her screen door, she slipped out the door in her pjs and hugged me tightly before I could even realize what she was going for. She whispered into my shoulder as she laid her head on me, "Jack, I missed you so much." While she hugged me, not only did I feel her chest pressing into me but I felt a slight bump touching my abs. I thought that was a little odd, but brushed it off because all I cared about was what she said.

I smiled down at her, "Sarah, I missed you too. Can we go inside?" I laughed a little, "I brought you some gifts." Sarah held onto the front of my shirt and guided me inside and to her dining table. It was still the same table that we have used for more than just dining. I looked around her house. Everything was still in the same place. Her floor lamp was in the right corner of her living room. Her TV stand and TV were right next to that, her love seat and sofa were adjacent to each other and faced, for the most part, the TV but on the floor there were dozens of piles of loose leaf paper and note books, spirals, composition books, you name it, it was on her tile floor. I asked, "Sarah, what's all this." I walked over to the piles of papers and in the middle was a clear spot. I noticed that the piles seemed to be darting out from the spot in an organized fashion.

Sarah spoke to me from the kitchen as she trimmed up the roses to put them in a vase of water, "Oh just organizing songs, poems, novels, medical stuff, financial stuff too."

I walked into her kitchen that was the same pale blue small kitchen as before, "Medical stuff? Are you okay?"

Sarah hesitated to speak. She struggled to get all the flowers into her vase efficiently so I helped her. She watched my face as I put the flowers in the vase, "J-j" she was stuttering, she was nervous, "Johnson didn't t-tell yo-u." Her hands began to shake a little as she tried to walk to vase of flowers over to her dining table.

I leaned against her fridge, "Tell me what?" She brushed her hair behind her ears and began to take tissue paper out of the gift bag with all the t shirts and stuff that I brought her. I grabbed the milk off the table as I waited for her answer I began to pour two cups of milk.

Sarah began to lay out the t shirts on her dining table, "W-well. Jack. I-i don't want to tell you."

I sipped from my cup and set her far away from where she was so it would get spilled every where. "Sarah, please tell me."

She glanced at me briefly, she couldn't look at me. This can't be good. She discovered the mint Oreos - that brought a smile to her face, I did good.- Sarah sat down across from me. She was really shaking now. She bite her bottom lip then breathlessly said, "I'm pregnant."

~~~~~Hey guys thanks for reading and I am truly sorry for not updating quickly this is my senior year of High School, and I have been working really hard.~~~~~SARAH OUT~~~~~