A Fiery Red Summer (Jenna Mcdougall and Hayley Williams)

She Will Be Loved

Tay:

Jenna's early departure worried me. I didn't know if we had screwed up our friendship for good. I waited for her to call me, text me, tweet me, get in contact with me in any way, but she didn't. It kept me up at night and prevented me from enjoying the last few days with the rest of the bands. Everyone seemed to understand and they left me alone, but it didn't feel like I was alone; my thoughts attacked me and tore at my emotions ripping my soul apart.

After the tour was over I returned with the rest of WATIC to New York. Jordan and I had made amends; he wasn't trying to be a total ass that night, but instead make it so I didn't have to keep torturing myself with the secret (or so he says).

Once back I went straight to my apartment. I had debated on wether or not I should try to go by Jenna and Hayley's house to make sure Jenna was okay, but I decided it was better that I waited until morning. I was ready to get a good night sleep, no sound of a van motor, no snoring, no speed bumps and no show to worry about the next day. I was so tired I felt that not even my restless mind would keep me up tonight.

I opened the door and turned on the lights. I hung my jacket in the front closet, took my shoes off. Then I turned around towards the living area, on the couch laid a puffy faced, red eyed Jenna Mcdougall. She was surrounded by used tissues. I was surprised she was here, after her complete disconnection from me the last place I expected her to be was here.

"Jenna? What are you doing here?" I asked in shock.

She looked at me with her pitiful, tearful eyes and sniffled a bit. "You were right."

"I was right? Right about what?" I asked baffled.

"Jamie and Hayley were fuck buddies." Jenna whined.

My feelings were mixed, on one hand I was right about the secret affair, on the other my friend had, had her heart crushed and I was right about the secret affair which meant Jamie really didn't give a shit about me. I walked over to the sofa and sat in the little corner at the end where her feet were.

"I'm so sorry. What happened?"

Jenna burst back into tears. She continued crying uncontrollably for minutes. I motioned for her to lean over so I could hold her. I guess it comforted her a bit, her sobs slowed and she soon was able to speak.

"I walked in on the two of them, but Jamie was forcing herself on Hayley." she cringed as she said it. "I figured she was just being a jerk. Don't get me wrong what she did was very wrong no matter the circumstances. Hayley told me later about the affair. I came over here and used my key to get in right after and I've been hiding out here for the past three days."

"So you and her are over?" I asked, trying to hide the semi-happiness.

"I guess so." she whimpered.

We sat there in dismal silence. Jenna cried off and on. I cuddled her up against me trying to make her feel better. About an hour later as Jenna began to calm down again allowing her to fall asleep. Her rhythmic deep breathes were relaxing to hear and soon lulled me to sleep as well.

I dreamed of the last day Jenna and I had been together during our summer relationship 2 years before. We had decided to stay in California together for an extra day before heading home. We were in San Francisco. We went down by the water and made out, talked and I told her I loved her, words I rarely said, she was only the second person I had ever said that to. It had been an amazing day, but as soon as I was back home with my parents, who wouldn't stop asking me if I had met any nice boys while on tour, I felt too self-conscious about our relationship and I broke it off.

I woke up crying, I had soaked Jenna's shirt with my tears. She was staring at her phone, probably scrolling through Tumblr. When she felt me move she looked over and saw I was awake.

"Have a bad dream?" she asked sweetly.

"Sort of" I whispered still half asleep.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No." I answered quickly.

I wanted to tell her I loved her just like I had that day. I wanted to beg her to come back to me and forgive me for ever letting her go, but I knew it was too soon. It would never work out if she was forced into a realtionship with a broken heart.

Later in the day Hayley called her. she closed herself up in my room. I heard both angry yelling and desperate crying. It was obvious that she didn't really want to leave Hayley, but knew that it was the right thing to do and she was pissed off at Hayley for forcing her to have to make that decision. They continued the argument for at least 2 hours.

When Jenna finally came out she was emotionally destroyed and refused to talk. She sat slumped over on the couch with her arms crossed and her face contorted with frustration. I sat beside her in silence. I wasn't sure what to say, do or think. I was about to speak, I was probably going to say something stupid, when the phone rang, saving me from the embarrassment.

I went to the kitchen counter where it was and answered it. Mike was on the other end. He sounded really happy.

"I have big news. We've been working on something special for you. Go check the band Facebook page or twitter!" he said excitedly.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and opened up Facebook; it took it a second to load the page, but as soon as I saw it I dropped my home phone and my mouth fell open. There was a status announcing a tour with Tonight Alive and Paramore this summer and links to the announcement on the other bands' pages as well.

The sound of the home phone hitting the ground must have brought Jenna out of her state of shock because I soon heard her gasp from right behind me when she saw the big news. We were both at a loss for words.

How could my band members not have talked to me about this? We always decided on the tours together. I guess they were trying to be nice and give us a surprise. It was the last thing Jenna needed to deal with.

I hoped that these next few months were going to be long enough for her to recover from the betrayal, otherwise this was going to be hell.

A.N. Thanks for reading! I hope you have enjoyed reading the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. This is the end for "A Fiery Red Summer", but I will continue the story in a sequel I am calling "Maybe We Were Meant to Be".