The Documentary

Chapter 22

bethany's POV

we go on tour next week, the 17th is the day we leave. it's been quiet around here ever since daniel found out. the rest of the boys don't know what's going on. they think daniel just broke up with me because he felt like he had too much going on, but little do they know that it was something completely different. i've tried to talk to him lately but he hasn't bothered to even acknowledge that i'm there.

daniel's POV

i couldn't believe my eyes really. i had no idea what to even think but heartbreak. the last few days have been hard. things were already bad and now they just got worse. we leave to go on tour next week and i have to pretend like everything is all okay but i don't even think i can. i haven't talked to jack or bethany since the day i got back and i know i should talk to them, but i can barely even look at beth without crying a little.

i hear someone walking down the stairs this morning. it's a little early so i'm hesitant to look. but i do anyway. i see corbyn and jonah walking down and they come over to me, and sit on the couch.

corbyn: hey dude

me: hey
i say not even making eye contact with them.

corbyn: you okay?

me: yep
i still don't look.

corbyn looks at jonah for a moment and they both get up and head over to the kitchen. my eyes follow them because they look like they're up to something. they stand around and nothing happens. before i know it i have a cake smashed in my face as jonah and corbyn run upstairs and i run after them, all of us laughing. i forget about everything else and just focus on getting these two back for what they just did. we run through the bathroom and down the long hallways me wiping the remaining pieces of cake from my face. they continue to run until we reach corbyn's room where i see the rest of the boys sitting on his bed... including jack. i can barely make eye contact with him.

corbyn: you have something on your face... if you couldn't tell.
he laughs
and i smile at him sarcastically still standing in the doorway.

me: what do you guys want?

zach: well we have a surprise.

i look at all of them still remaining where i am. i look at jack and he looks away before we could even look at each other.

me: and what might that be?

jack walks around to the opposite side of the bed and whips out a guitar. shiny with varnish and smells of wood. he walks over to me and hands it to me.

jack: i'm sorry for your loss bud. but most of all i'm sorry for what i did to you. i understand if you never forgive me. what i did was a dick move and i really regret it.
he says all this very quietly.

i can see how much he means it. but my fist ends up meeting his face without hesitation. as i see him drop to the ground with blood dripping from his lip i realize what i've done. i've made everything worse.
  i get a feeling that he is about to punch me back so i back up a few steps as he stands up. our eyes meet. i can see the devastation in his face. i look away ashamed of what just happened.

jack: i deserved that.

he begins to walk towards the door, slowly handing me the guitar once again. he continues walking like nothing happened.