its a secret // joeck

chp 6

jacks pov

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myfavdiary: oi by the way your instagram is honestly so aesthetically pleasing like so many nice purple colours im in loveeeeeee

jack had a too big smile plastered on his face after reading that. his instagram was something he was actually very proud of, and he absolutely craved attention in compliments.

mylove<3: thank b see you at school in like fifteen ugh i await death EAGERLY !

myfavdiary: angsty teen

"jack for fucks sake! just get to the car! im so fucking sick of getting shouted at for being fucking late to practise, if you didnt fucking know i have the lead in a musical in which everyone is coming to see, you cunt get in the fucking car." conor was in an incredibly bad mood this morning.

jack had absolutely no idea why. he's been in such a lump lately and you really dont want to push the wrong buttons with him right now. somehow, jack manages to get on his last nerve from the moment he wakes up.

"shut the fuck up conor! i dont care about your musical. im coming now, calm down."

he gave his hair one last check before running down the stairs, to see his mum and dad once again gushing over conor.

"bye mum, bye dad." jack said loudly.

"oh conor, you look absolutely dashing. come on, you will absolutely steal the show!" his mum ignored jack, as usual.

"jack! you better stay put of trouble today, okay?" his dad warned.

jack nodded, but he didnt really care much.

"okay conor, have a good day at school!" his mum shouted and they were out the door.

the rain poured down, and jack attempted to protect his hair by covering it with his hands. he jumped into conors car, and they didnt waste any time starting it up.

"conor, when's your musical on?" jack asked, wanting to make conversation.

these days they didnt talk or play together as much as they used to a year ago, and jack didnt like it.

"i thought you didnt give a fuck about my musical?" conor said, more of a question.

jack was following a water droplet go down the window as they passed his favourite neighbourhood of aesthetically pleasing housing, all houses a range of pastel colours and all the gardens with flowers neatly done up.

"you know i didnt mean that. im excited for it!" jack said, as enthusiastically as he could.

truthfully, jack didnt really care about any of these plays or musicals, but he actually really enjoyed supporting conor.

"its in two weeks and a day. on a friday. hope that doesnt ruin your clubbing sessions." conor said, with a tone of bitterness.

"what the fuck conor? can you just stop being so moody? i want to see your musical. the other ones you were in were great!" jack said, getting annoyed now.

"do you know how much fucking pressure there is? fuck. everyones expecting me to do so well. i hate mum and dad giving me so much fucking attention. its just so not enjoyable at all anymore. at the start it was so much fun, and now im so bored and i dont want to act on stage anymore. i just want to do my own thing." conor groaned.

jack looked at his brother.

"don't do it then. im the same as you, except with football. although, mum and dad dont care as much, they like me doing something. they like to tell people how i scored the winning goal in this shit match, and i dont give a fuck about it. one of these days im just going to stop going. honestly, i think you'd be much better with your own music, preforming by yourself." he said, glad to have this chat.