affair II ; jack gilinsky

fifty-two

savannah's pov

dad, jack and jack soon came back upstairs, talking and laughing extremely loud with two bottles of alcohol in their hands.

mom folded her arms across her chest and smirked, "what are you boys talking about?".

"oh, just men stuff" my dad relaxed his laughter and replied, yet us girls rolled our eyes at his answer.

"so, when are you going back to london? don't tell me anytime soon" andrea questioned me.

"woah, you're going back there by yourself? in this state?" mom panicked.

i examined the worried expressions on my family's faces.

"well, yeah. my job, my house, everything's in london" i told them.

"and she'll have me" jack lightly raised his hand.

"well, at least stay until you're slightly better. your mother and i would feel less paranoid if you were here with us" dad settled the wine bottles on the table.

"yeah, see it as a longer vacation since the cabin didn't work out for the best" johnson added.

i bit the inside of my cheek, thinking about what they were saying. it wouldn't be the worst thing staying with my family a little longer and having their support would help a lot.

"i don't know..." i said.

"i'll be here too" jack spoke up after.

my eyes widened, "what? no, you need to go home, get back to work and—".

"savs, i said that i was going to be here for you and i will" jack came and rested on the arm of the couch. "i'm staying in la until you're close to being back on your feet whether you like it or not".

i looked up at him as i couldn't bear myself to say no at the warm smile on his face or those dark, brown eyes.

"...okay" i eventually agreed, smiling back at him.

andrea happily hugged me and my mom left to collect a few glasses for us all.

+

as soon as i found out about my injury, i was so sure that i would be bored out of my mind from being housebound for most of my time.

but today, jack and johnson decided to stay a little longer to keep me company, since andrea had to leave for work and my parents went grocery shopping.

the boys helped me upstairs to go and look at my old room. there wasn't much left that was really sentimental to me because of college, then moving in with lauren and then london.

so it was pretty much just like a guest room now.

i settled on the double bed, up against the headboard. johnson sat on the edge and jack placed himself on the plastic desk chair.

"wow, the childhood bedroom of savannah brooks" jack announced, examining it with his eyes.

"it always feels so weird coming in here" johnson added.