Danni, Danni Dallas to be exact. I never knew I was going on tour with my brother either. Crazy.

3AM is the hour of dreaming and rowdy sex with strangers, projectile vomiting into the toilet basin and the hour of crappy movies. But in the case of two teenagers, it's the hour of phone calls and confessions, the sort of conversations that leave her wondering why he only calls her when he's high. *credits to jdbixber on jbff plus, she wrote this story and i changed it into a jack gilinsky fanfic*

(Sequel to Hold me) Dylan and Bridget are at the peak of their relationship, they've never felt more happier being in each others arms. Unfortunately, their peaceful facade is suddenly ripped away when Dylan's gruesome past catches up with him. Bridget pushes her own needs aside to stand next to him, but he appears to be determined in keeping his distance. As Dylan delves more into his past, and reunites with old acquaintances, will the truth cause his and Bridget's special bond to fall through the cracks? Or will it bring them even closer?

Dylan smiled at me, "And then, I met this girl." My heart stopped--the whole world seemed to stop. "She's hopeless, couldn't walk on flat ground if she tried," He said softly, his eyes unwavering. "She was the only person who didn't treat me like something, I felt like someone around her. You know, its not so dark anymore. I fell in love with her before she even knew my name, but I'd known hers..." Dylan paused, watching me. "Bridget." Dylan reached out with a hand, as I stood speechless. He brushed his fingers across the swollen bruise above my eye gently, and leaned down until his eyes were level with mine. "And in case you didn't catch all of that," He said softly, "I love you. So much it hurts--" I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.