Why Don't We imagines

Jack - 10

   WARNING: NOT A HAPPY ENDING. IM SORRY DONT KILL ME!

- Regret is the worst form of Pain-

    May 20,2006 7:13 P.M.

   The phone rings in the seemingly quiet mansion. It rings again, and the aging  curly headed Jack Avery rounds the corner.

    " Hello?" He asks, very glumly. He was always gloomy and blue.

" Mr. Avery?" An authoritative voice sounds.

" Yes?" He grunts.

" I'm sorry to bother you, but you are He first person to call in case of an emergency that pertains to Y/N Y/L/N. Does that name ring a bell?"

   Jack gasps, almost dropping the phone. " Y-yes. I know her."

" Well, I'm sorry to inform you, but she is in the hospital."

  Jack makes a garbled noise, an ache that he has been avoiding for years coming back. " F-for What?"

" Well, she um...she would like to explain to you when you get here. She says you know where she lives, that she's lived there all this time. She said come as soon as you can." The voice sighs.

" Why couldn't she tell me herself?"

" Well, Mr. Avery, she can't quite talk at the moment. She said to calm you at this moment on this day if she couldn't."

" Alright. Alright. I'll be there tomorrow morning." Jack grumbles before hanging up.

  He quickly makes his way to his drably decorated room, pulling out he dusty black luggage set that he hadn't touched in years. He groaned as the familiar throb shot through his back. At sixty years old, he was what people called a hermit. He never can out of his house.

  He started to grumpily pack his bag, he packed everything since he didn't know how long he would be. He would do anything for you, even though that it had been years since he had seen you.

   He zips his luggage up carefully, teetering out of his room with one final glance back. The walls at skitters with pictures of his past, all with either you smiling or the both of you doing something together. He ignore all of them as he walks down the hallway, except one. The one he stops at, was - as he remembered very fondly- taken the first day he met you.
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August 1, 1964

Music pumped through the speakers, The Beatles, Jack notes. He is standing in the corner of the filled to the brim with teenagers room, beer in hand. He is swirling the bitter amber liquid in the bottle as his eyes scanned over the crowd.

  It was the day before junior year, and Jack Avery was never the one to go to one of these parties. He was what most people would call an introvert. He listened to records and sang in his room while doing his homework like a good student. He had almost zero friends, except Jonah Marais star baseball player, and Daniel Seavey, the most populate musician in school. He may be an introvert, but everyone seemed to like him.

Anyways, Jack scanned the crowd of teenagers, all grinding; sexually charged beings that needed some sort of way to take the edge off. His eyes land in you, and he is filled with curiosity. You aren't dancing like the others, but you are sitting on the couch, curled up and reading a book. You seems totally void of the chaos around you and Jack had this strange appeal to pursue you.

He waded his way through the people, many cheering and greeting him excitedly.

" Hey, Jack!"

" Yo, Jackie!"

" Sup, avery?"

" What's pippin!"