Against All Odds

Chapter 2

~Jess's POV~

It wasn't the same.

None of it.

The vibe in the house. The table with an empty seat. The untouched sheets.

It was all wrong.

It's been two days since I saw my best friend in a casket. I just.. I don't know. I guess I just don't want to believe it's real.

Magcon Orlando was cancelled for now. No one wanted to do it. I mean why would they?

The fans have no idea. They just think he's taking a break from twitter.

Boy do I wish that was the case. I mean I guess I can think of it that way. That he's just taking a break from life. And that one day we'll meet again.

I rub my head, trying to fight off the horrible headache .

Of course it doesn't work.

"Jess?" A quiet voice echoes through my room.

"I'm awake Cam." I say as he peeks his head in the door.

I motion him to sit next to me and he walks over, flopping down.

"It doesn't even feel real." He says turning his face towards me.

I feel a tear slip down the side of my temple. Nodding my head, I wipe it away.

"You know he's watching over us right? He's gonna take care of our crazy family." He softly says.

His calm voice really does help.

"I hope so." My voice cracks.

He puts his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down. I take a few deep breaths.

"He's gonna watch your little baby grow up. He's gonna make sure we're all safe. He'll be there on your wedding day. The day you graduate college. The day your kids have kids. He's still with us Jess. Just not physically." Cam slightly whispers.

This causes a few more tears to fall. God do I miss Jack.

I give him a faint smile and he leans over, kissing my forehead.

"Let's go downstairs." he says pulling me out of bed.

I nod and before leaving stop him.

"Hold on." I say running into the bathroom.

I come out with Jacks black hoodie on.

"That's better." He says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we go down the stairs.

"Hey Messer." Matt says when I walk into the living room.

He's called me so many things. Jess, Jester, Mess, Messy, Mester .

I have no clue where he gets these from.

"Hey Matty." My weak voice fills his ears.

He frowns and embraces me in a hug.

"I know it's hard babe." He kisses the top of my head.

I nod and smile at him, but it instantly leaves my face when I turn away.

Johnson hasn't gotten out of bed since the funeral. He's been a mess.

Well most of us have.

The day of the ceremony, at like midnight, Nash came in my room crying. I felt so bad, because I couldn't even reassure him. I was a disaster myself .

The boys that actually had the courage to get out of bed are in the living room.

The tv's not on. No phones are on.