Attached (Jack Gilinsky)

Nine

July 31, 2014

"It sucks you're leaving me, but I'm happy you get go on tour and meet your fans." I say to Gilinskt as we hug each other, in the middle of the airport.

"I'll make sure to send you selfies of my beautiful face and text you every morning and night, I won't forget about you either. You've had such a great impact on my life and I don't wanna loose that." He mumbles into my hair.

I was trying so hard not to cry.

He and I have gotten so close in the last few weeks we've hung out. It's really depressing that he's leaving. Especially if he and I drift apart, and I become just a distant memory.

"I'll be looking forward to those," I murmur into his chest as a few tears fell. I didn't want him to see me cry, again. But here I am crying.

"I expect some drop dead gorgeous morning selfies and the selfies after a shower when you have njo makeup on and your hair is all over the place. Those are my favorite." He smiles, chuckling a bit as he leans back to look me in the eyes. "I really hope that we stay the way we are."

I look away from him, I hope we do too. I hope we do too... "I'm really gonna miss you, like a lot. It's gonna be so hard to not have my partner in crime with me." I sigh as I look drop as he interwines our hands together.

"Don't get into too much trouble with out me." He says, a small smile on his lips as he kisses my forehead. His flight being called over the intercom, informing us that he needs to be there right now because they're getting ready to stop letting people on. "I'll text you the minute I get off of my flight and I'll snapchat you on the way there,"

I just sigh and hug him again before slowly backing away from him, tears freely falling down my cheeks. "I'll see you soon," I say as I slowly walk back towards the boys, the moment his fingers slip from mine, I start to feel the small amount of depression coming back.

He takes the pain all away and now, I might be able to talk to him whenever but it won't help that he's not there to actually hug me.

"I really hope he keeps his promise," I mumble into Isela's shoulder as she hugs me.

"I'm sure he will, he doesn't seem like the type to break his promises." She reassures me.

But I had that little doubt in him. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

"I mean I guess," I sigh wiping away the tears as we walk out to the Uber car. "I'm tired and just want to go to sleep."

"You can sleep in my bed while I go to the gym if you want," Cameron smiles as I lean into him in the back seat, Nash on the other side of me and Isela in the front while Bryant and Carter sit in the very back of the car.

"Thanks Cam," I smile playing with his fingers because I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want to look at my phone right now because my wallpaper had Jack in it and I didn't want to see him in this very moment for the simple fact that I don't want to miss him.

But I do.

"You're welcome." He smiles. I sigh and close my eyes.

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"What are you doing for your birthday this weekend?" Carter asks as I lay on the couch watching Finding Carter on TV. 

Hey I found Carter.

"Uhm, probably just gonna go out to dinner with Isela and Amy," I shrug laying my head into his lap after he sat down. "Why?"

"Because I got you somethin'," He says handing me an envelope that had my name on it. I slowly look at him as I open it, a plane ticket to Chicago falling into my hand.

I give him a skeptical look. "It's to digitour..." He trailed off.

"Oh, to go see the Jack's." I murmur staring at the ticket.

Gilinsky stayed true to his word on the whole I'll snapchat you all the way to Omaha, but the minute Leigh picked them up at the airport he hasn't talked to me at all.

She's posted mutiple pictures with them at the park and resturants and stuff and I don't exactly know what to think.

If he wants to be with her, cool. She's his first love, I just want him to let me know what's going on because I don't want to be here. Wishing on empty hope.

"Come on you don't even have to speak to Gilinsky, you can just chill with us and Sammy and everyone else that will be there." He insists as he plays with my hair.

I just sigh, he paid a lot of money for this ticket and I can't be a bitch and just throw it away. I have to go and I will. I'll go and enjoy myself.

"Fine," I smile as I focus my attention back to the tv screen. "We're leaving tomorrow morning right?"

"Yes ma'am." He tells me as I slowly sit up and rub my eyes,  yawning.

"Do you want to come with me to go pack?" I ask standing up and adjusting Nash's basketball shorts on my waist. I didn't feel like wearing my jeans so Nash gave me a pair of his shorts that are a little small on him, but since I have broad hips they fit me just a little big.

"Yeah, I don't mind. There's a ticket in there for Isela so you should have her get her stuff together before we get out there."

I just nod and put my glasses on, I don't need glasses to see. But I need them to see clearer.

"Here, you text her." I say handing him my phone after picking it up off of the coffee table. I quickly pull on my shoes and grab my keys before walking out to my car.

I put my hair up into a messy bun after starting my car.  "You have a text from Sam Pottorff." Carter informs me.

"What does it say?" I ask curiously. We hung out last night at this party that they threw at the O2L house.

"He said he had fun last night, from what he can remember before he got drunk." He laughs.

"Tell him I said, Yeah I had fun too, but you ditched me when you passed out in Jc's bed."

Carter nods and types the text putting my phone on the car charger. "Here we goooo," I say getting onto the freeway.

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"Can't believe you're turning eighteen," Cameron laughs as we board the plane. "Tomorrow we're so gonna party."

I just laugh and sit in my seat, next to Isela and Nash. "This should be fun,"

"You'll be fineeeee," Isela says. I just sigh and look at my instagram timeline, finding a picture to describe how I feel right now and reposting it onto my account. (pic on attachededits )

"I'm so not excited to see him,"