BEST FRIEND LOVE STORY, zh&ja {COMPLETE}

FOURTY-ONE

It's been 4 days since we left for the cruise. We stopped in Madagascar and Haiti and they're both beautiful. Like. Really beautiful.

I'm sitting on the chair just looking out to the ocean while Jacks still sleeping. The bad thing about Jack and I's room is that there's a door that opens up to a shared balcony with Zach and Jonah.

Zach clearly doesn't know what privacy is.

Zach's also asking me about 'what I'm going through'

And I promise it's nothing too bad. But, hate is getting to me a lot and has been since Zach and I broken up. Mainly comments about my body.

I used to not care because they're just hating, but it's hard to ignore when it's all I've been seeing. Jacks helped me a lot. And the last thing I need is people worrying over me.

I was just trying to loose a little weight. Not knowing it would put me in the conditions I'm in now.

Aspen helps me a lot. She goes through it and she says she doesn't want me going through it too. Jacob also knows. Them three and that's it.

So I don't have a clue how Zach found out something was up but now he won't stop bothering me.

"Babe" Jacks morning voice makes me skksks 😍

"Hm" I stand up, putting my book to the side

He says nothing but smiles and covers his eyes with his arms "stop leaving me in the morning"

"I'm literally 10 steps away from you" I laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Too far away" he pulls me down, my head hitting his chest "wake me up when you wake up"

"No, I like watching you sleep" I joke

"Damn we got a stalker" he laughs

I smile and he rubs his hand through my hair "I can't wait to sleep on your bed again"

"This bed is perfectly fine" I look up at the ceiling

"Not as comfy as your bed, or my bed"

"True" I roll onto my side "paint me like one of your French girls" I stick my tongue out and lift my chin to the ceiling

"tu es ma seule fille française" He smirks, moving a piece of my hair behind my ear but it falling again due to the way I'm sitting (you're my only French girl)

"Je ne suis pas français" I lick my lips (I'm not French)

"tu es ma seule fille" he laughs, his eyes weakening fully. (You're my only girl)

"I better be" I laugh

"Only got eyes for you" he grabs out 'you'

"Can't relate... Shawn Mendes is kind of slaying right now" I joke

"Wow... rude" he sighs

"Just kidding" I peck his lips

"I know you were. You wouldn't ever be able to resist this" he flips his hair

"You're a dick" I mess my hand through his hair laughing.

"What are we doing today" he stretches

"Whatever your heart considers" I crawl back in beside him. Under his arm

"Really?" He bites his lip smirking

"Except what you're thinking, and trust me. I know what you're thinking" dirty ass

"So you're not gonna let me fuck You?" He asks

"Not today, no" I bop his nose

"Thought I had a chance then" he sighs from disappointment