Diet / Why Don't We

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"Won't you stay alive
I'll take you on a ride
I'll make you believe you are lovely"
- Lovely by Twenty One Pilots

Jack

Jack called an Uber, he left the restaurant. He didn't want to be there anymore.

On the car ride home, he cried. It wasn't what Zach said. It was more how he said it. Jack felt torn, how was he suppose to sit there for a couple more hours with those people. They were all suppose to be his best friends.

Once he got home, he immediately went up to his room. He laid in his bed, tightly hugging the pillow as he cried once again.

'Does everyone think of me that way?' He thought.

He stood up, went downstairs and quickly made himself a sandwich. While he was eating, the though of Zach's words came to his mind, causing his stomach to hurt, his mind to race.

He ran to the bathroom, letting out all the contents in his stomach. "Shit" he screamed as he realized, he just forced himself to throw up.

He relapsed on something that he didn't mean to do. He didn't realize that he was causing himself to do it. He flushed the toilet and laid down next to it, groaning in pain as his body felt sore.

"I can't tell anyone about this" he whispered as the thought of going back to the hospital popped into his mind.

He jumped up, he needed to leave. He needed to clear his mind of anything and everything that was going on. He quickly brushed his teeth, changed, and made himself look somewhat presentable.

He started to walk around LA. making stops at stores and little bars. He didn't drink, but he sat down in a booth and just played on his phone, dming fans back.

He felt a presence sit near him as he looked up. There was a girl with dark, dull brown eyes and dark brown hair. He smiled at her and said "hello".

She smiled and returned the word. "Can I help you?" He asked politely, not really knowing what to do.

"Im going to order us drinks, let's learn more about each other." She said with a smile so bright.

It caused Jack to smile himself.

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After an hour of getting phone calls from he boys and maybe drinks. Jack ended up in the girls hotel room. He tried to think back of how and when it happened, he honestly couldn't remember.

He felt her hands push him onto the bed and he laid there, wondering what he was really doing in her room. Was he there for sex? Was he there just to clear his kind like he was doing an hour ago, or was he really there to make the boys mad and Zach jealous.

He felt her lips on his. He watched as the girl closed her eyes, but his were open. He had no attraction to this girl whatsoever. And quite honestly, he wasn't going to remember her when he leaves. He wouldn't want to anyways.

He felt his shirt being lifted off of his body. It was like he was possessed. He couldn't really move or walk or stand or fling his arms around. He was stuck there.