Questions | A Jachary fanfic|

Sixteen

1 week later......

"Jonah.....he'll hate, me. I swear he'll hate me." I sob into Jonah's shoulder.

"No. he won't!" Jonah says indignantly.

"Yes, he will! Plus, he's happy....and he loves her. Probably more than he ever loved me."

"Oh my god Zach! Do you remember the spirit thing?" Jonah asks.

"Yeah...what about it?" My voice comes out as a croak.

"He said, no matter what, I'll always love you, or something like that, remember?" Jonah says, hugging me.

"Yeah....but you know me, Jo." I sigh, sitting down.

"You know, I think he's started to remember a bit," Jonah says.

"What?" I shoot up from my spot on the ground, searching Jonah's face. 

"If you'd come downstairs a bit more Zach, you'd know." I guess he's right. For the whole week, I've either been in my room or the studio. 

"Anyway, he says he remembers who we are, but no memories of the band yet, which is weird. Thing is, he keeps asking about you and Ann. I think he's starting to get something." Jonah says. But honestly, any hope I had left is gone.

"Okay, Jo. I'm going to go to the studio." I say.

"'Kay, Zach." Jonah walks out of my room.

A few minutes later, I'm in the studio, strumming my guitar, trying to think of a song to play. 

The perfect song comes to mind as I put my guitar down and set my phone on a music stand, ready to start. 

After fiddling with the chords a bit and fixing some of the curse words, I start recording. 

"Hey guys, I've been under a lot of stress lately, and Jack's amnesia is slowly eating at me from the inside. It hurts too much to see him like this, happy with a girl that uses him for attention. I wish he could remember. but I don't know how to help. Anyway, hope you enjoy this cover."

How long have you been smiling 

It seems like it's been too long 

Some days I don't feel like trying

So what the hell are you on 

Whoa, ohh I think too much, we drink too much 

Falling in love like it's just nothing

 I want to know where do we go 

When nothing's wrong 

'Cause all the kids are depressed 

Nothing ever makes sense

 I'm not feeling alright 

Staying up 'til sunrise 

And hoping shit is okay 

Pretending we know things

I don't know what happened 

My natural reaction is that we're scared 

Ohh-oh-oh 

Noo-oo-oo 

Ohh-oh-oh... 

So I guess we're scared