later skater| jack avery

VI.

*jacks pov*

"Goodbye jack." Kinslee choked out,
hanging up the call. I held my phone up to my ear, silence surrounding me. I sat there for a few minutes, thinking. I ruined a girl that was so down for me because I was afraid of being loved by someone again. I held the bottle of Tennessee whiskey up to my lips and tilted my head back taking a swig of it. It burned my throat, but it didn't hurt as bad as the thought of Kinslee not wanting anything to do with me. I placed the black cap back on the bottle and screwed it shut. I laid it to the side of me, trading it for my phone. I opened my camera roll, looking at pictures I took of Kinslee. Her curly blonde hair was always up in a messy ponytail and her piercing blue eyes were always so happy, so full of life. She was so fucking beautiful to me.

"I love you so much Kinslee, I do." I mumbled, swiping through the countless pictures of her. I hit my home button, an image of Kinslee being replaced by my home screen. "I have to make this right, I'm a fucking mess with out you." I mumbled as if she could hear me. I scooped my shoes up off of my floor, setting them on my bed. I grabbed my right shoe and fiddled with the laces. "This would be a whole lot easier if I was fucking sober." I growled, throwing the shoe from my hands. I pushed myself up off of my bed, and stumbled towards my shoe rack. I ripped my slip on vans off of the rack and fell to the floor sitting with my legs in front of me. I grabbed my right shoe and held it to my left foot. "No no no, not that foot jack. This one." I talked myself up, guiding my foot towards the opening of my shoe. I pushed my foot into the shoe. "Hell yeah, jack. You're the shit. Now let's get this one on." I grabbed my other shoe. My tongue poked out of my mouth, concentration setting in. I pulled my shoe on and smiled. I clapped my feet together, making myself giggle. "Okay, now we gotta try and get up. Come on jack you got this." I put my hands to the sides of me and tried to push myself up, which didn't go as planned. I crashed to the floor, loud noises erupting from my room. "Owww." I mumbled, rubbing my head. Three light knocks echoed in my room.

"Jack?" Jonah asked nervously, cracking my door. "Are you okay?"

"Would ya get in here and help-" I was interrupted by a loud burp that had escaped my lips. I giggled, looking at Jonah who had disgust written all over his face. "Would you get in here and help me up?"

"Jack, are you drunk?" Jonah asked, pushing the door open.

"Irrelevant. Help me up, I need up." I stretched my hand out. Jonah sighed, grabbing onto my hand tugging on it.

"Jack, you reek of liquor. Why do you have shoes on?" I nodded my head at him, which resulted in a confused look.

"I.. I have to go talk to Kinslee." I mumbled pushing past him, stumbling the whole way. Jonah called after me, but I ignored it. I barely made my way down the stairs, tripping the whole way.

"Jack!? Where are you going? You are drunk. You can't leave!" Jonah flew down the stairs as I ran towards the front door. I swung it open, exiting and then quickly shut it behind me. I ran sloppily down the pathway. The front door swung open, a loud squeak echoed throughout the silent neighborhood. I ran down the street.

"Jack!!"

A/N

Double update, whaaaaa.