This is life.

27 ➤ Unexpected

Jason Cosmos+

To say I was furious would be an understatement. I know that she is trying to cope with whatever problems she has but being rebellious isn't going to help her and she knows it, she's just being a stubborn 5 year old and what she's doing is very aggravating. I don't know why she's acting this way, it's not my fault everything went downhill, if anything I've wanted nothing but to be together since the beginning but she's too stubborn to admit it. It's one of the many bad but good qualities of hers that I admire so much. I just let her scream at me in hopes that she'll get over what's bothering her but it's the same every time. I give it a rest, not bothering to try and bring back to life something's that's clearly died.

It's 1am and after finishing my work at 11 I've been calling her non-stop, worrying my ass off and stressing like crazy, I don't want to seem weak but when I think about it, Britney's safety is my main priority right now. I know we're not together and she most likely hates me but I still care for her, I always will. She's my first love and I don't plan on giving up on her, no matter how pointless it may seem. By the way I'm acting I bet I seem like quite the jackass, wouldn't surprise me.

I know what club she's at but don't want to make a scene knowing I won't be able to control myself if I go there. I groaned as I took another drink of my scotch before finishing it and placing it on my desk hastily. It's my sixth glass. I'm beginning to think I have an alcohol problem that's stressed related, I probably do, but who the hell gives a fuck. And did I say stress related? I meant Britney related.  I am exhausted, I feel as if I'm about to pass out any second. After what seemed like the 10 billionth call I gave up. Wait...Oh god why am I so stupid?

I have Ariana's number, I could've just called her from the beginning. Instead I've wasted all this time. I rang her and take deep breathes to calm myself down, after a few rings she picked up. "Hello?" She answered, I could hear blasting music from the other line and it aggravated me even more. "It's Jason." I said as I tried to contain my anger at her recklessness. Why do I even let Britney have friends like her? "Oh, hold up, I can't hear you." She said. After a few seconds the other line went quiet.

"Okay I'm outside, what is it?" She asked. "ARE YOU INSANE!?" I screamed loudly. "What?" she asked, sounding dumbfounded, I didn't have to see her to know she was drunk, if not then at least tipsy. "Letting Britney go without my permission? Seriously, you'll be lucky if I even let you two talk after this." I said angrily through gritted teeth. "Sorry." She apologised sheepishly. I sighed in frustration. "Where is Britney? I want to talk to her." I demanded exhaustingly as I ran my hand down my face. "Um she's..." Ariana stopped talking as if she had just realised something.

"What?" I asked. "Ariana!" I yelled, getting to the point where it was infuriating me to be patient. "She's gone!" she cried. "What?" I asked in disbelief. "What do you mean she's gone!?" I yelled. "Oh my god...Jason. My car's gone!" She said, her voice full of panic. At that moment I felt my heart stopped beating, I swear to god my heart had stop beating. "Jason I'm so sorry, I-" My body froze, I dropped the phone, not knowing who to call , what to do, how to react, how to cry... Why is this happening to me? I can't lose her, not again. My Britney's missing. I can't help but feel like it's my fault. No, because I know it's my fault. It always has been, right from the beginning.

Britney's POV-

I woke up with a massive hang over, something that I haven't experienced since Christmas, and boy the word shitty wouldn't even begin to describe how bad I was feeling. The sunlight was in my face and waking me up from my much needed recovery sleep. I groaned as I pulled the blanket over my head, wanting to return to my slumber. Jesus never again am I letting Ariana take me out. No, scratch that, never again am I going out, period.