What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

History: Why Don't We

Summary: It's so much easier to doubt what they have when they're all so far away

Jack's POV
"You gotta help me
I'm losing my mind
Keep getting the feeling you wanna leave this all behind"
My chest heaved as I sighed, rolling onto my back to stare at nothing.

It was 7 o'clock on a Friday night, I should be partying. Getting shit-faced and forgetting about them for a few hours.

Instead, I was here. On my back in my bed, desperately wondering what the hell was taking so long.

This was the only time all week we were all free. They're supposed to be to free.

Where are they?

We had all agreed to this years ago, back when Jonah and Daniel had first went off to school. Weekly face-times, to keep us all sane, but no one was answering me.

Why are they ignoring me?

There was a low, ringing buzz from my bedside table. And I snatched up my phone so fast it gave my wrist whiplash.

5 Idiots, 1 Chat
Giggles:
Sorry, boys, can't talk tonight. I have a test to study for. Don't be mad at me🖤
7:07 pm

OCDaniel:
No worries, baby girl. I can't either. Someone called off and I had to pick up
7:09 pm

The Littlest One:
Oh, thank god. I thought I would be the only one. Family came to visit and I can't get out of it, no tech allowed
7:10 pm

Giggles:
Who's all there? Are they being nice?
7:11 pm

Oblivious Flirt:
Guess that means I can head to bed early then. And they better be nice or I'll be in LA before the night's over to kick their ass
7:13 pm

Jaster:
Yeah, that's fine, but we can talk next week, yeah?
7:16 pm

Giggles:
Of course, baby

OCDaniel:
Cross my heart
7:17 pm

The Littlest One:
And hope to fly

No one important and their being fine. I just hope their gone soon
7:19 pm

I sighed once more, longer, louder.

Why won't they talk to me?

3 weeks and counting.

Jonah's POV
"All of the rumors, all of the fights
But we always find a way to make it out alive"
The music blared from all sides, surrounding me, filling me. My brain pounding with the thump of the bass, heart insync with the guitar.

The dark, heavy air only aiding the beer in fucking with my head.

I hadn't drank that much.

Had I?

I watched the others move around me. Whisping, towering figures from where I sat on the couch, slumped and hot and irritated and sad.