Get Down On Your Knees And Tell Me You Love Me (Merrikat)

Chapter Eight

Zack

I've spent the last week trying to decide whether or not I should try with Jack anymore. I still want to try one more time, even though I, and everyone on our bus, am still pissed at him.

I got out of my bunk for the first time all night since the show ended. It had to be some time after 2 in the morning, because I remember showering and falling asleep for awhile as soon as I got back to the bus. When I entered the lounge, it was dim, and the first thing I saw was Jack. He was out cold on the couch with a blanket over top of him and he was still in his clothes from the day before. I sighed, threw the blanket off of him, and picked him up carefully. I quietly walked over to his bunk and laid him on the bed and I went back to get the blanket to put back over him.

I gently kissed his forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, Jack," before closing the curtain. I walked back into the lounge to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and then went back to my bunk.

By the next morning at 6 we were nearing San Antonio and I was greeted by Alex waking me up telling me there was breakfast. When I hopped out of my bunk, I nearly knocked over Jack by doing so.

"Sorry," he muttered and walked to the bathroom without saying anything else. I took a deep breath and convinced myself not go to after him. There was already a plate of pancakes set out for me when I walked into the lounge. I grabbed it and plopped down on the couch next to Cass. She was watching a movie that I didn't know.

"So," I began before I took a bite of my pancake, "why are we up this early anyway?"

"'Cause I couldn't sleep so I decided to be an ass and make breakfast and wake everyone up for it," Alex smiled as he continued to cook. I nodded my head and ate the rest of my food.

The day was a never ending cycle of slow. Our signing was at three and show at seven. Before we saw a few shows and discussed the party in Dallas in two days. It was, as Alex says, "Going to be ridiculous," Maybe that's when I'll try.

The following night at 2 AM, again, Jack was out cold on the couch, so I carried him to bed again. Only, when I kissed his cheek, this time I think he was awake