ROADTRIP IMAGINES

He Likes Boys PT. 2- Jacklyn, and Reader

-Rio's POV- (1 year later)

365 days. That's how long it's been since I walked away from my best friends because they lied to me and hurt me. 

365 days, that's how many days it's been since I have really spoken to any of the band.

218 days. That's how many days it's been since I moved back to Ireland. 

218 days, that's how long it's been since I have been to England. I left my family behind and came home where I knew I could escape. Roadtrip has been getting pretty big lately. I really have to admit though I miss them crazy shits. 

I do miss Jack and Brooklyn alot. I truly hope that they are going strong, because I want nothing more than for them to be happy. Even if it's with each other. 

"Hey, are you about ready?" I hear my roommate ask. I look up only to see my completely tattooed roommate staring at me shirtless. God he is hot as shit. Too bad he's taken. 

"Yeah." I say. I zip up my suitcase then slip on my shoes. He puts his hands on both sides of my neck.

"Are you sure you're ready to go back? Do you think that you can handle everything?" He asks. "Because I can still come with you." 

"No, it's okay Xander.(Pronounced Zander) I can do this. Plus Jasmine really needs you here." I say. 

"If anything becomes awkward or you change your mind. Call me, and I will be on the next flight to London. I swear it. I will drop everything I am doing to come get you." He says. I look down.

"I know, but I think that I can handle this on my own. I promise to call you." 

"Good. Now go on, you're gonna be late." He says hugging me tightly. I grab my suitcase and get into the cab that will be taking me to the airport. 

Let me get you up to speed on some things. Shortly after the whole thing with Jack, I kept running into Xander all over town, so we finally decided to start hanging out. We became really good friends. Some months later I decided that I would move back to Ireland so that I could be away from possibilities of running into Jack and Brooklyn.

Xander then heard of this, so he quit his job at ASDA and begged to come with me because he wanted to have a fresh start also. I'm glad we both moved, because now we are big shot models and shit.

I am actually going back to London because I have a photoshoot, but I also wanted to see my family. They are really excited to see me, and that feeling is mutual. I arrive to the airport, then quickly my way inside with my passport, and plane ticket. 

I give the ticket to the lady and board the plane as fast as possible. The anxiety is killing me. I just want to see my family, and hurry the hell up so I can get the hell out of there and back home to Xander. 

-SKIP FLIGHT-

Soon the flight attendant speaks over the sound system telling us that we will be landing in about 5 minutes so we need to buckle our seat belts. 5 minutes later we are landing, and I am the first off the plane. I rush to the Uber picking me up, and they take me to my parents home.

I thank the guy, grab my bag, and rush inside quickly. "Mom! Dad! I'm here!" I holler.

"Out back!" I hear my dad. I set my suitcase down and walk out to the backyard where my parents are swimming. 

"Hey honey." Dad says. 

"Hi dad, good to see that you're using the pool again." I chuckle.

"Yeah its nice to use it again. You look exhausted." Mom says.

"I am." 

"Go lay down in your old room. Rest a bit and I'll send someone up to get you for dinner." Mom says. I nod then head back to the door to grab my bag. I head upstairs to my old room. 

They left it just the way it was when I moved out. This is my safe zone, but it feels so weird to be back here. 5 years of my life was spent in this city, in this very house, it just seems like such a foreign feeling and place now. A distant memory persay. 

I strip down to my shorts and tank-top and crawl into my bed covering myself up. I close my eyes and fall asleep with one last thought on my brain.

What if I see Jack and things have truly changed?