"What number was she?" Sam asks as I walk into the tour bus, I sigh heavily slouching into the couch "Let's see, I think that's 37" my best friend Jack says stepping out of our bunk room "Shut up" I say grumpily crossing my arms over my chest "Jesus Jack cheer up, tours over we're headed home, and she was no different than any other fan" I knew he was right and resented that. My best friend Jack and I share more than our name, he's my brother and touring with him was a blast. As bummed as I was that our first tour as Jack and Jack was over, I was ready to be home with my family. "Yeah, I guess" I say getting up and slipping behind the curtain into the hallway that houses our 6 bunks. Jack, Sam, Jake, Kenny and I had become so close over this trip I couldn't imagine that after tomorrow I'd be waking up back in my bed with Kenny and Jake thousands of miles away. "I'm going to bed" I yell to the guys whose laughter fills the bus. I run my fingers through my short dark hair and lay my head back on to the pillow. Never did I ever think I'd be finishing my first U.S tour at 17, nor did I think I'd have millions of followers across the world. I'm living the life people I would've only dreamed of years ago, but it's my reality. More than anything I wish I had someone to share it with.
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Not Over You
Teen FictionJack Gilinsky was always his hometowns bad boy, but after leaving town for tour with his best friend Jack he's changed his ways. He returns home between tour stops and runs into his ex. Over the next few days Jack learns he's anything, but over her...
