Cold Hearted (Jack Gilinsky)

Sixteen

The last four days in Omaha went by just as smooth as any other day. Jack's family seemed to like me and so did his High School friends.

Jack, Jack, and I sat in the airport once again. I sat next to Jack with my head on his shoulder not paying attention to anything except my phone until Jack put a finger under my chin and pulled my head up to his. He placed his lips on mine and I kissed him back, although I was confused why he randomly decided to do this.

"What was that?" I asked when he pulled away.

Jack pointed at a guy about our age. "He was checking you out and I had to let him know you were mine." I sat my phone on my thighs and ran my hand up and down Jack's chest.

***

Jack and I sat in my room a few hours later and I watched Jack take a hit of a blunt and hand it to me. It had been forever since I had been high, I honestly forgotten I still had weed laying around in my room until Jack found it and suggested we smoke it.

"So you know we go tour soon," Jack said. I didn't figure this would be a good conversation since Jack had waiting until now to bring it up. And I knew he hadn't forgot until now. Jack was good about asking me things right when he needed to.

"Yeah," I said after I exhaled.

"Well, I want you to come with us. And before you say no, really consider it."

I made a thinking face for a few seconds just to appease him. "No."

"Come on Brooklyn, why not?"

"Because your fans scare me," I admitted laughing.

"How do they scare you?" Jack said, also laughing.

"I don't know, they just do. I'm a pussy and anything scares me, okay?"

"You're not a pussy." It was hard enough to decide I wanted to go to Omaha, I doubted Jack would ever convince me to go on tour with him. Although it wasn't like I ever did anything anymore. What I used to do was work, which I quit my job when I moved back to Maine a while ago and never got a new job, and stuff I can't do now that I'm dating Jack.

"Don't you ever get tired of seeing me almost every day? I mean, we live right next to each other." It was the worst excuse I could come up with since I lived next to Jack and I didn't get tired of seeing him, but maybe Jack was different than me.

"No," he shrugged.

"What about Jack? I bet he gets tired of me going everywhere with you two."

"Maybe, but I don't care."

"Well I do. Now lets stop talking all serious and enjoy this," I said, taking another hit. Jack must have given up because he didn't say another word about tour.

***

Jack had eventually left and I was left by myself while Taryn did whatever Taryn does. I hadn't talked to her much since I had moved back, which was weird, but I wasn't going to question it. I was with Jack 24/7 so she was probably here more than I actually realized. I had other friends in this town, but I hadn't spoken to them in so long that it would be weird if I did out of the blue.

Suddenly the door swung open and an angry Taryn entered the room. We had known each other for so long I could she her mood by being in the same room as her for only a few seconds. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing," she said.

"Don't bullshit me. I know you're lying."

"There isn't one specific reason, everything is just pissing me off right now. Okay?" she answered.

"Okay," I said, holding my hands up defensively.

"What have you been doing since you got back?" she changed the subject.

"Well, nothing really. I never do anything," I laughed. When I talked about my life out loud it sounded super boring, which it was, but it didn't really bother me like it might bother other people.

"I know. Neither do I. All I do is work," she groaned sitting next to me.

"You have a boyfriend who you're always with," I pointed out.

"Um no, that's you, Brooklyn. I work and occasionly hang out with my boyfriend." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before opening them wide and looking at me like she had a great idea. "We should leave L.A for a while."

"We should, but neither of will. Unless I decide to go on tour with Jack."

"No. Let's just leave and go somewhere right now." I could tell she was serious and the more I thought about it, the better of an idea it seemed like. "Let's go to LAX, pick a city, and go. Right now."

"Okay. I'm in, if you're serious." She stood up and pulled me up with her. We started walking to our rooms to start packing.

Half an hour later and we were in my Jeep driving to LAX. This was a crazy idea but I had nothing to lose. Jack was leaving L.A in a day and I didn't have a job I could lose like Taryn, so why not. I didn't know what Taryn was going to do now that she would probably get fired but I didn't care at the moment.

"What is Jack going to say?" she laughed.

"I don't know. He's leaving tomorrow anyway so it wont really matter. What's your boyfriend going to do?"

"He's going to flip out. I wish my boyfriend was as cool as yours," she rolled her eyes.

***

Within an hour we were standing in the security line, hearts pounding. We had chosen New York City on the way to the airport and made hotel reservations in the car. I hadn't texted Jack, I figured he'd text me when he realized I was gone and that I'd explain what we did when that happened.

We made it through the line and got to our gate with hardly any time left to spare. I knew it was too late to turn back now. We didn't even know when we were coming back, right now we were going to be in that hotel until we got sick of the city, and that's what excited me the most.