Who The Fxck Is Jack Barakat?!

Part 27

*A few days later*

Pain. Constant pain. I don't know how else I could describe the state I'm in. I'm feeling like crap and there's no improvement in sight. Mentally and unfortunately physically as well. As if it wasn't enough to find out that your boyfriend doesn't take honesty too seriously, I really got a cold. I could easily deal with my thoughts being the only thing that bothers me but because of this goddamn cold I'm trapped in my house with nothing but a TV to entertain me. Any other activities would instantly exhaust me so my daily routine includes getting up, oscillating between my bed, the couch and the kitchen, feeling sorry for myself and last but not least heading to bed one last time. Go me.

I was a bit worried about not going to work the past few days because of my current condition but luckily Jordan is an actual angel and promised that all hell won't break loose if I don't show up for a week. I know he's able to handle two shifts at once but I always feel a bit bad for abandoning him with Toby and Sally. They're sweethearts as well but they're still in training and sometimes just really mess up, they aren't to blame though because that's how we all started at some point. No normal person would believe me if I say I can't wait to get back to work but unlike many people my job is a lot of fun and the hustle and bustle will help me to forget about certain events. At least as long as I'm there.

Apart from Jordan I didn't talk to anyone the past week, partly because I was ill and partly because talking meant having to explain myself. I have amazing friends nowadays who would be super supportive and be all like "I completely understand" or "It was definitely his fault" or maybe "A girl like you can easily find someone better" but I couldn't take any of this shit that's supposed to make me feel better. I haven't even told Kaitlyn about any of this so far, she's the one I'd normally bother with my problems but I just can't do this right now. Healing needs its time and I fear that this time will be a rather long one.

Anyway, spending more time thinking about him and the hole I've fallen into won't solve my case either which means I could do something useful as well. And with 'something useful' I'm referring to my 1634th re-run of Friends. If it isn't obvious by now, I'm sorta obsessed with the show. Although it's probably already midday (maybe even afternoon, who knows), I'm still lying in my bed so I have a stretch, followed by a more or less successful attempt to rise. After some minutes I've finally made it to the living room where couch and TV await me longingly but I've got to fetch my phone first, despite feeling like shit I still have to stay updated on whatever's going on in the world right now. And really, I received about fifty (!) messages the last night, most of them were sent by my lovely brother who wants me to "CALL ASAP FFS". It seems to be important, otherwise the bombing wouldn't have happened, so I guess I have to delay my exciting plans for the day a bit. I dial his number and he picks up almost immediately.

"LIZ" Mark shouts down the line and manages to make my cold-affected ears ring, caller ID is sometimes more of a curse than a blessing.

"Right here and now partly deaf, all thanks to you" I answer, hoping he will restrain his enthusiasm.

"Sorry, almost forgot you're still not okay" He asseverates meekly. "But I've got some amazing news for you and I simply can't wait to tell you until you're healthy enough to meet up again."

"Well, go ahead then!" I encourage him, he's always been good at getting someone excited.

He clears his throat to add more importance to his words. "Remember the gig in your store? And how some record label people bought our CD?"

"Wait - you aren't trying to tell me..." My brain is slowly working out what my brother's just said.

"Yes, I am!" I may not see him but I am able to hear him beaming with pride right now. "You're on the phone with the guitarist of Hopeless Records's freshly signed band!"