One-Shots [Closed]

Thanks For Not Hanging Up - Jack Barakat [CourtneySusan]

I felt anger course through my veins as I tried my hardest not to break down into tears. Dialing my friends number on the crap phone which wouldn't save contacts, I waited for them to pick up, not letting them get a word in edge-ways once they picked up.

"I fucking hate the douche. That's the third time I've seen him with another girl and not said a word. I feel so used and I just wish I'd never met the asshole. But every time I try to leave him, he begs and he reminds me why I fell in love with him, but I can't cope and now I've got this stress from other people, saying I've been two-timing him and then of course people don't believe me because he's mister perfect and everyone bar you have abandoned me and I just feel like I'm falling back into my depression, and I really don't want this to happen again. Fuck. I hate men sometimes." I vented out in the phone and sighed when I finished my mini rant.

"I, erm. I think you have the wrong number.." A make voice trailed off and all the colour drained from my face.

"Shit! I'm so so sorry. Oh my god. My shitty phone can't save contacts and I dialed my friends number wrong and fuck. I'm so sorry." i hid my face in my free hand, despite the guy not being able to see me.

Instead of cutting the call, he'd laughed and I could feel my cheeks turn a violent shade of red.

"Hey, it's no problem. What's your name?"

"It's Courtney. And yours?"

"Jack. Word of advice. If douche bag tried on the moves with you when you break up with him, call him out on the girls you've caught him with." Jack suggested and I hesitated before making some form of noise in agreement.

"Thank you Jack."

"Hey, no problem. Anyway. You seem like a nice chick, tell me about yourself."

"That's probably one of the hardest questions you could ask me.. Weird, fun loving, a tad childish maybe. I don't know." I half laughed and Jack joined in with my laughter.

"It's alright. At least you attempted to describe yourself." I let out a giggle.

"What about you?"

"I play guitar rather shitty, I've three douche bags who I call best friends and I just like having fun. I'm really immature for the majority of the time, if not all of the time and I really like talking to strangers on the phone and making them smile." At this, I blushed and laughed.

"Well thanks." I retorted and I could guess that he was grinning.

"Not a problem. Hey, I know your phone can't save numbers and shit, but mine can. Mind me saving your number? It'd be nice to keep in touch with you."

"Go for it. At least I'll have one friend outside of this shitty town. As I ranted earlier, because i'm apparently a whore, people don't want anything to do with me." I sighed.

"Hey, none of that. I'm sure you're a lovely chick. Look, I need to go because one of the assholes who I call my best friend is here. Text me, yeah?"

"Sure. Speak soon Jack."

"Take care Courtney."

~*~

It'd been a year an a half since I first phoned Jack up. We spoke at random times of the day because he told me that he loves to travel, so he saves up money from his job and goes travelling every few months or so. I was currently waiting in my car for my friend to get her ass out of the house so we could get to the venue to see All Time Low.

My phone went off and Jack's name flashed across the screen. I'd saved up eventually and gotten myself a phone on contract, so now I had such a better phone.