Savior
Chapter Nine: Internal Fights and New Beginnings
Jake’s POV
“Andy, we’re gonna be late!” I burst through his door, and headed for the stairs when I noticed someone sitting on the couch. Her knees were pulled up to her face and her hair, shooting every which way, covered her shoulders. She never even looked up as I ran up the creaky stairwell. “Wake the fuck up!” I screamed into his ear. He barely moved an inch, but when he did he lifted his hand, nearing my face, and slapped me.
“Fuck off.” He grumbled. He had to practically scrape his hair off of his face to look at me, but he was too busy rubbing his eyes to spare me a glance. He avoided my gaze as he moved onto the bathroom, saying nothing more than, ‘I’ll be out in a minute.’ I shrugged and made my way back down the stairs. The girl was still on the couch, but she had moved so that her legs were crossed and she was leaning against the edge. I sat next to her, but far enough so that I didn’t disturb her. She looked like she was busy enough with her own thoughts. She picked at her fingernails, allowing black chips to fall onto her lap.
“I’m Jake.” I said with a smile. I expected her to look up and introduce herself but she just stood up and made her way to the kitchen. I was about to stand up and follow her when Andy came rushing down the stairs. His hair was perfectly straightened and he had a thin lining of eyeliner around his eyes. He had black skinnies on, along with his studded belt and signature leather jacket on.
“How the fuck did you—“ I started, amazed by what he had done in just a few minutes.
“Doesn’t matter. Where’s Jess?” He scrambled around the room looking for her.
“I uh. That was Jess?” He glared at me. I quickly continued, hoping that he wouldn’t hit me again. I guess he wasn’t in the best of moods. “She’s in the kitchen.” He turned, running into the hallway that led to the kitchen.
I sighed and picked up his bags. “Might as well put them in. This might take a while.” I thought to myself, leaving the house and throwing the bags into the back of the bus. His parents bought it for the band when they heard we got a spot on this tour.
They were always his biggest fans.
Jess’s POV
I swirled the yogurt around the container, my appetite disappearing as my thoughts took over. Jack was right. You’d rather be with Andy. “But I loved Jack. I still do.” I fought with myself as took a spoonful of the yogurt. No you don’t. Stop lying. You love Andy. You’re happy Jack broke up with you. ”What’s that supposed to mean?! If I wanted to be with Andy I would be with him.” No. You’re afraid. You would never commit to that. You would never do what is best for you.
I placed the yogurt on the counter and rummaged through the fridge. “I’m not afraid. I’m just rational.” I took out the orange juice and poured a glass, hoping it would distract me; at least for a second or two.Since when have you been rational?! You almost fucking killed yourself last night. Jack was never good for you. He hurt you. “I deserved it.” I fought back. “It was my fault.” That’s not what Andy thinks. “Andy doesn’t know anything. He probably thinks I’m just upset because he’s leaving for tour.” My heart ached as I remembered why this whole thing was happening. He was leaving. He’s known you forever. He knows exactly why you’re upset.
I sighed, admitting defeat. It’s always been obvious that he was into me. But I could never bear losing him. He meant too much.
“Hey…” A familiar voice greeted me. Andy was standing in the doorway, holding the keys to the bus. My stomach knotted and tears neared my eyes, but I simply pushed my emotions away, trying for once to look like I was okay with this whole thing.
“H-how long have you been standing there?” I wondered, praying that he hadn’t just witnessed my internal quarrel.
“Long enough.” He stated, wrapping me in his arms. They were so warm and they burned my icy cold ones. I was always so cold compared to him; It was a strange sensation. He moved his had so that his mouth was right next to my ear. “Come with us.” He whispered. I could practically feel his lips against me.
You know you want him to kiss you. Just do it.
“Shut up.” I replied sternly. He pulled away, looking hurt. Realizing what I had just done I rushed to correct myself, but the only thing that came out were stutters. He raised his eyebrows at me, but started laughing, realizing I hadn’t meant to say that.
“It’s okay,” He reassured me, placing his hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t help but smile. We stood there for a moment when he started again. “So…would you like to join us?” He held his arm out like people in the movies did when they wanted to escort someone into some fancy party.
I really had nothing to lose though, going with him. I had already completely all my credits for high school, seeing as though after my dad died I decided to skip a grade. He had always told me I was “the smartest kid on the block” and could do anything I wanted. He always believed in me, and I guess I had just wanted to prove him right. I chuckled seeing Andy’s expression, and wrapped my arm around his. He pushed the door open and pulled me along with him.
“Shall we?” He asked, stopping in the doorway. I laughed and nodded, following him as he led the way to the bus.
All I wanted was a distraction. Something to get my mind off of everything that has happened. A friend.
Or maybe I just wanted Andy.
“Andy, we’re gonna be late!” I burst through his door, and headed for the stairs when I noticed someone sitting on the couch. Her knees were pulled up to her face and her hair, shooting every which way, covered her shoulders. She never even looked up as I ran up the creaky stairwell. “Wake the fuck up!” I screamed into his ear. He barely moved an inch, but when he did he lifted his hand, nearing my face, and slapped me.
“Fuck off.” He grumbled. He had to practically scrape his hair off of his face to look at me, but he was too busy rubbing his eyes to spare me a glance. He avoided my gaze as he moved onto the bathroom, saying nothing more than, ‘I’ll be out in a minute.’ I shrugged and made my way back down the stairs. The girl was still on the couch, but she had moved so that her legs were crossed and she was leaning against the edge. I sat next to her, but far enough so that I didn’t disturb her. She looked like she was busy enough with her own thoughts. She picked at her fingernails, allowing black chips to fall onto her lap.
“I’m Jake.” I said with a smile. I expected her to look up and introduce herself but she just stood up and made her way to the kitchen. I was about to stand up and follow her when Andy came rushing down the stairs. His hair was perfectly straightened and he had a thin lining of eyeliner around his eyes. He had black skinnies on, along with his studded belt and signature leather jacket on.
“How the fuck did you—“ I started, amazed by what he had done in just a few minutes.
“Doesn’t matter. Where’s Jess?” He scrambled around the room looking for her.
“I uh. That was Jess?” He glared at me. I quickly continued, hoping that he wouldn’t hit me again. I guess he wasn’t in the best of moods. “She’s in the kitchen.” He turned, running into the hallway that led to the kitchen.
I sighed and picked up his bags. “Might as well put them in. This might take a while.” I thought to myself, leaving the house and throwing the bags into the back of the bus. His parents bought it for the band when they heard we got a spot on this tour.
They were always his biggest fans.
Jess’s POV
I swirled the yogurt around the container, my appetite disappearing as my thoughts took over. Jack was right. You’d rather be with Andy. “But I loved Jack. I still do.” I fought with myself as took a spoonful of the yogurt. No you don’t. Stop lying. You love Andy. You’re happy Jack broke up with you. ”What’s that supposed to mean?! If I wanted to be with Andy I would be with him.” No. You’re afraid. You would never commit to that. You would never do what is best for you.
I placed the yogurt on the counter and rummaged through the fridge. “I’m not afraid. I’m just rational.” I took out the orange juice and poured a glass, hoping it would distract me; at least for a second or two.Since when have you been rational?! You almost fucking killed yourself last night. Jack was never good for you. He hurt you. “I deserved it.” I fought back. “It was my fault.” That’s not what Andy thinks. “Andy doesn’t know anything. He probably thinks I’m just upset because he’s leaving for tour.” My heart ached as I remembered why this whole thing was happening. He was leaving. He’s known you forever. He knows exactly why you’re upset.
I sighed, admitting defeat. It’s always been obvious that he was into me. But I could never bear losing him. He meant too much.
“Hey…” A familiar voice greeted me. Andy was standing in the doorway, holding the keys to the bus. My stomach knotted and tears neared my eyes, but I simply pushed my emotions away, trying for once to look like I was okay with this whole thing.
“H-how long have you been standing there?” I wondered, praying that he hadn’t just witnessed my internal quarrel.
“Long enough.” He stated, wrapping me in his arms. They were so warm and they burned my icy cold ones. I was always so cold compared to him; It was a strange sensation. He moved his had so that his mouth was right next to my ear. “Come with us.” He whispered. I could practically feel his lips against me.
You know you want him to kiss you. Just do it.
“Shut up.” I replied sternly. He pulled away, looking hurt. Realizing what I had just done I rushed to correct myself, but the only thing that came out were stutters. He raised his eyebrows at me, but started laughing, realizing I hadn’t meant to say that.
“It’s okay,” He reassured me, placing his hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t help but smile. We stood there for a moment when he started again. “So…would you like to join us?” He held his arm out like people in the movies did when they wanted to escort someone into some fancy party.
I really had nothing to lose though, going with him. I had already completely all my credits for high school, seeing as though after my dad died I decided to skip a grade. He had always told me I was “the smartest kid on the block” and could do anything I wanted. He always believed in me, and I guess I had just wanted to prove him right. I chuckled seeing Andy’s expression, and wrapped my arm around his. He pushed the door open and pulled me along with him.
“Shall we?” He asked, stopping in the doorway. I laughed and nodded, following him as he led the way to the bus.
All I wanted was a distraction. Something to get my mind off of everything that has happened. A friend.
Or maybe I just wanted Andy.
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