The Beats (Jack Johnson Fanfic)

Chapter 33

Ash's P.O.V

Well, I guess movie night was cancelled. Also tomorrow we have to pack and leave in the night for tour. This was going to be really really awkward.

We were sitting in silence on the floor, well everyone but Spencer.

Then my phone buzzed...twice.

*New Message-Spence 🐉🍋*

*New Message-Vi-Vi 💜🌈😏*

Violet looked at me, obviously signalling me to read the text.

I opened hers first:

This is so awkward 😬. Also, JJ keeps looking over at you... 😉😉😍😍😘😘😂😂. Also, you kinda have a few bruises on your face and arm...and I'm guessing near ur ribs as well 😷😷 🙈🙊🙉👊👊😭😭.

I decided to reply

Ikr? I want to make things better but they just get worse. What's wrong with Spencer anyway? He texted me so I'll see what's up 😩. I didn't know I've got bruises!😢😢. Btw shut up about Jack!😡.

She replied back.

Ok, poor Spence. So, you're protecting JJ now, huh?😏😏 what did u two do when we were gone?😝😆😘😘😜😜 😂😂 😉.

I looked up from my phone and rolled my eyes at Violet.

I then opened Spencer's text.

Ash can you come upstairs so we can talk for a min?

I replied with a slight bit of anger.

Sure, you're not going to punch me again, will you ?

He replied very, very quickly.

Sorry bout that. We need to talk.

Getting up, I huffed and walked up the stairs. I winced in the pain in my leg. I must of hit it hard somewhere before I blacked out.

I'm guessing I must've whimpered loud enough, since I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me, picking me up slowly. I turned around to see it was Jack.

The same Jack with cuts over his face and chest. The same Jack who had bruises everywhere. The same Jack who had a bloody nose. The same Jack who looked really pale. The same Jack who took me out one day.The same Jack who I had used the first aid kit on. The same Jack who I loved.

He carried me up the stairs, bridal style. He gently placed me down on the first floor and pecked my cheek.

"Stay in my bedroom, I'll be beack in a min" I whispered.

He just shook his head and was about to go back down the stairs (well go down the stairs either head first or tumbling down) but I managed to grab his wrist. He gasped and it took all my willpower and strength not to laugh at his facial expression.

I forced him to sit on my bed and pecked his lips which, surprisingly, took him by surprise. I told him that he could take a shower if he wanted, but also to put on some fresh bandages. He sighed and mumbled something, but I took no notice.

I marched over to Spencer's room, full of anger. I ripped the door open and slammed it shut. But then I softened by the look of Spencer.....

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