"Help me, it's like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can't
It isn't in my blood"
- in my blood
"Jack" Zach said poking the curly haired boys face.
"Yes" Jack stirred. Slowly opening his eyes and adjusting to the light.
"We have an interview. You gotta get up" zach said quietly and slowly walked out of the room.
Jack groaned, standing up, grabbing his clothes and heading straight for the shower. Slowly letting the hot water hit his body as he though about the events from last night.
Thinking about the vulnerable state both Zach and him were in. Does he regret? Not one bit.
He closed his eyes letting the feeling of Zach's touch stay on his skin before he had to get out the shower.
Once he finished getting ready, he walked into the kitchen seeing the other four boys sitting there, all eating.
"How'd you sleep?" Corbyn asked as he sat his bowl in the sink.
"Pretty good" jack said not noticing the smile that crept onto his face.
"Good, oh David's coming here for dinner on Friday" Corbyn said before heading back up the stairs to grab his jacket.
Jack nodded, quickly turning into a state of panic. He tried ignoring the feeling that was now making his breathing uneasy.
"I'll be back" Jack said walking out onto the patio, wanting to get away from the boys.
His couple minutes of silence weasel interrupted by Zach slowly closing the patio door. "Here" He said handing Jack the bottle of pills.
"Are we really doing this?" Jack said turning his body completely towards Zach.
Zach nodded, letting a frown appear on his face. "They're my new prescription of anxiety meds. You can get addicted very easily. Are you sure you want to do this still?"
"Anything for you" Jack said and shoved the bottle into his pockets when he heard the door being opened.
"Guys, ready?" He heard Jonah ask and they both replied with a quick 'yes' and followed each into the house and to the truck.
The ride to the interview was just a constant thinking train for Jack. All he thought about was how his mom was going to react to the news of his eighteen year old son being out into rehab.
He rubbed his forehead and began to feel guilty. He knew this kind of life was not for him.
"Once we reach the place I gotta use the bathroom" Jack quickly said.
He knew he'd have to start taking the tiny pills sooner than later. He didn't know how'd he feel after.
He rushed to the bathroom, locking the door. Popping three tiny anxiety pills in his mouth and swallowed them. He quickly started to feel an effect, forming a smile on his face knowing that his and Zach's plan was working.
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Diet / Why Don't We
Fanfiction"Jack, I'm worried. You've barely ate anything the last couple days, what's going on?" Corbyn said to his friend with an intense stare. "Nothings wrong, Bean. I'm just on a diet" Jack said tiredly, looking back at his bandmate with a pale face and...
