You've Got It Made - Tay Jardine Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen

I'm sorry if this seems a little rushed and crappy: I wanted to update for you guys because once again I am slacking. Also, if there's any spelling or grammar errors then please tell me. It's just 'cause I was rushing a bit for you guys.

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“Hey, I want you to stay. I want you to stay right where I left you. Hey, I want you to stay. I want you to stay right where you are!” I sang loud along to the sound of Jordan playing the guitar beside me. We often did this: when the night air was warm and the sky was clear, we sat in his backyard and just had a little sing song. I enjoyed it a lot - sometimes it was just us, other times, we had a few more people around.

Today, it was just us, and our band of focus was Man Overboard. They were definitely a favorite band of Jordan and mine, like seriously, God knows how many of their concerts we’ve been to. We’d been jamming for a good few hours, and my voice was beginning to get tired so I let Jordan take over with both the singing and guitar playing as I lay back on the grass. I’d always loved Jordan’s voice and according to many people, our voices went well together. I pulled my crewneck sleeves over my hands and looked up at the stars in the sky, trying to find constellations that I recognised as I listened to Jordan sing ‘White Lies’.

My mind began to wander, as it did a lot lately, and I found myself thinking back to the past few days I had had. After the night on the beach, Vic and I had hung out more frequently. I told him things he wanted to know in hope to jog his memory, we made jokes, and to be honest, we just had a good time together being friends once again. Obviously my teenage feelings towards him had to make a reappearance, but when I was with him I remembered to put them to the back of my mind as he was just a friend, and he had Jenna anyway. It was great because I could still have a good time with him without letting my feelings get in the way. We’d spent time doing all sorts of things. Mainly things you’d do if you were still a teenager looking for a way to pass the time. But in all honesty, we acted immature enough so we could still pass as being teenagers.

I hadn’t seen him at all in the past two days - we decided it would be best to have a bit of a break because, from the texts he had sent me, Jenna was getting a little pissed. I could understand why, I mean he should be with his girlfriend trying to get his memory back rather than hanging out with a girl he hadn’t spoken to for the past five years. But on the other hand, I felt real sorry for Vic. She seemed to be quite clingy with him a lot lately - I know she wants to help him, but he really needs the space, and I guess hanging around with me is his way of getting the space. Nine times out of ten we don’t speak about the past, we just speak about present and future things - no mind jogging, just mind clearing. Everybody wants to fuss around Vic in hope that he’ll remember someday soon - even his fans do - but what he really needs is some space and his mind will come back to him in due time. People don’t seem to understand this.

Even though we’d hung out for about a week or so, I had managed to get really close to him. He’s such a genuine person and I honestly feel like I can trust him with my life. And as much as I still want to hold a grudge towards him for what he did, I just can’t. I’ve come to terms with the fact that he thought he was doing what was best for him, and what he was doing was making him happy. I want nothing more than to know that he’s happy, so if being in a band, moving on from other people, being with Jenna etc makes him happy, then so be it. I’m sure I can learn to build a bridge and get over it. I closed my eyes for just a moment as I continued to think about the past few days and argued with myself over multiple things in my head. I listened carefully to Jordan’s music and allowed any problems I had to just free themselves from me for one fraction of a moment.