prove it - j.g

chapter fifty: "it's hard"

vanessa thomas

returning home from grocery shopping, i slam the door and lean against it with a sigh. today was just one out of the many that have caused me to do this and feel this way. i know i was being selfish, but seeing his face everywhere and hearing all this bullshit, i don't know how else to react.

it has been two months of jack being gone, including the break he had in december for the holidays. excluding that break, it has been hell for me. i've been seeing all this fake shit about jack. not johnson, just jack. things about him kissing other girls, making out with other girls, walking out of another girl's house, and him getting drunk almost every night. every single time i see a new article or post about this, i receive a text message from jack or from johnson.

it wasn't him, vanessa.
it wasn't me, vans.
you know he wouldn't do that to you, im here on tour with him.
you know i wouldn't do that, i love you.

the fact that they were so on top of all of these rumours was fishy to me, but i didn't want to think about any of it being true. i just wanted to think about jack coming home and staying with me. i love him meeting his fans, interacting with them, and performing for them. i love hearing about tour and everything they did and learned. all of the rumours, though, i just hate that part of this and hate that part of being jack's girlfriend. it's hard, but i just have to know that if i trust him, that's all that matters. hopefully none of it is true.

sighing, i push myself off of the door and bring the groceries over to the kitchen counter. it was ten in the morning for me, it being one o'clock in the afternoon for where jack currently was. turning on the tv, i sighed once again when one of the idiotic talk shows appears. thankfully, jack's face wasn't plastered all over which allowed me to sigh of relief.

while standing in the kitchen to put away the groceries, my phone buzzes.

jack
hey babygirl, can i call you?

i didn't know if i should call him, talk to him, and see what he has to say. if it's anything regarding any of the bullshit that i've seen, i don't want to hear anymore about it.

vanessa
im putting away groceries, can it wait?

jack
who said you can't multitask?

realizing that he clearly can't wait, i press the 'call' button and let it ring. after two rings, his voice is evident.

"hello?"

"hi, why'd you want me to call?" i ask, getting straight to the point as i pull various items out of the bags.

"i want to talk about us" he states, "you know, the difference in how we're treating each other. mainly, how you're acting. just saying hi, acting as if we're just friends, being short with me on the phone and over text, and seeming as if you've fallen out of love."

a sigh escapes my lips at his last few words, "i haven't fallen out of love with you, i don't think i'll ever be able to do that. but this is hard, jack."

"what's hard, baby? the tour stuff, me being gone and you being home alone?" he asks, referring to the most obvious parts of him touring.

"that's hard, yeah. but also the fact that im sitting here seeing pictures, videos, posts on social media all about you apparently cheating on me. i believe you and i want to trust you, it's hard" i vent, hoping that this time he actually sees my side of things and doesn't shut me out.

a few moments of silence passes before he finally responds to my feelings, "none of it's true. i don't know what exactly you're hearing or seeing, but whatever it is, i can assure you that i haven't done anything. im sure that it's all happening just because people know you're not here with me. johnson and i have been together the entire time and i bet there's been nothing said about him because he's single. but oh, i have a girlfriend so they want to try and stir shit up. i promise you, baby."

i have a girlfriend so they want to try and stir shit up.

his words played over and over in my head. i believed him, i did.

"im sorry" i state, not exactly one hundred percent knowing why i was apologizing. but i apologized.

"you have no reason to be sorry" he says calmly, "only a couple more months, baby."

only a couple more months.

"what're you doing?" i question, finally being on the last stretch of putting away groceries.

"laying down on the hotel bed and talking to my favourite girl" he states.

i shake my head at his cheesiness, "ain't that cute."

continuing on with the night, jack and i talked on the phone and had a nice time catching up with each other.