Why Don't We Preferences

He misses you

Jonah Marais: 

Jonah loved tours.  He loved meeting fans, making someone's day memorable, everything!  What he didn't like at all, was not seeing you.  He hated being so far away, knowing you were on your own.  He started going through the memories you shared.  When you two went swimming and you pulled him into the pool, the first time he heard you sing, when he got the guts to ask you out and how nervous he'd been.  Thinking of you made him want to see you, or at least here your voice.  Sighing heavily, he called you.  "Hello?" you asked.  

"Hi, I know it's late in LA, I just needed to hear your voice," he admitted.  

"I was just about to call you, how's tour?" you smiled.  

"I love it, I really do, it's fantastic, the shows are great, the people are amazing... it just... it's just hard being away from you.  I miss you," he murmured, pacing in front of the tour bus.  

"Well, just two more weeks, you got this, this is your dream!"  

"Honey, you've been all my dreams come true since I met you," he chuckled.  "Besides, two more weeks is too long, I want you with me now!"  

"I know, I know, I miss you too.  Anyway, how's New York?" you asked.  

"It's good, we saw Lady Liberty and that was cool.  Though, you being here would've been a whole lot better," he sighed.  

"Maybe you could take me when you're free," you stated.  

"What?" he questioned.  

"Huh?" you replied.  

"You just said 'maybe you could take me when you're free.'  Y/N, are you coming here?" he asked, suddenly hopeful.  

"Oh, whoops, it was supposed to be a surprise but I guess I can tell you now.  Daniel and Jack picked me up, I'll see you real soon," you laughed, hanging up.  

"YES!" Jonah screamed.  

Daniel Seavey: 

"I miss Y/N!" Daniel whined, flopping on his hotel bed.  Jack looked up from his phone and shook his head.  

"I know, I heard you the first fifteen times," he replied.  

"UGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Daniel groaned, muffled by the blanket.  

"Did you call her?" Jack asked, turning his attention back to his phone.  

"I tried, didn't pick up," Daniel shrugged.  

"Then... I should probably tell you, because I can't listen to your whining any more," Jack began.  Daniel looked at him suspiciously.  

"Go on," he mumbled.  

"Y/N's visiting for the last show and catching the flight back with us," Jack smirked.  Daniel jumped off his bed and danced happily.  

"I feel like I just ate a fresh cut, sweet, cold, delicious watermelon!" he cheered.  

"I swear you have a problem," Jack huffed.  

"You'll understand if you get a girlfriend," Daniel winked.  Jack glared at him.  

"If?" he uttered.  "If  I get a girlfriend?  Are you insinuating that I cannot get a girlfriend?" 

"No you just said you can't get one so..." Daniel laughed.  

"Duck you," Jack grumbled.  "Can't get a girlfriend, who does this giraffe think he is?" 

Corbyn Besson: