#josh: uncomfortable and pissy

[seenoversundown]

Insidious : Two

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: Foul Language, sexual insinuation, angry themes, anxiety, cryptic business, attitude is REAL.

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Jake faces a harsh reality and tries to find a solution.

Author's Note: God- this story really does bring me a different kind of joy. I hope you are all strapped in, because this is gonna be a rough road ahead.

Two Months Later.. 

“Something needs to change with that Josh kid.” 

My stomach drops as I listen through the door, knowing fully that I wasn’t supposed to hear any of this. 

“Oh, I’ll take care of it if things don’t improve.” 

My eyes widen, fuck no he won’t. Not on my fucking dime.  

Pacing the hall outside, assuming that he must have new plans for us if he called me randomly. Nothing about this meeting has me excited, especially after hardly any sleep. 

The door creaks open, locking eyes with me, he waves me in. 

“Have a seat,” he gestures to the chair across from him, and I slump down into it. He starts abruptly, “So, I have booked you a small tour.” 

I stare at him blankly, “Okay, how long is it?” 

“Just a few weeks this time,” he says, sliding a folder over to me. That dreaded smile laces his lips when he says, “I made notes on the important ones— with directions for you.” 

Letting out a heavy breath, I ask him, “Great, is that it?”

“Actually,” he pauses. “Get that brother of yours in check, will you?” 

My jaw clenched at the comment. Looking up at him, I tell him, “Am I supposed to be in charge? What do you want me to do? I can’t fucking wrangle all three of them and still have a life, and get everything done.”

His eyebrows pulled together, “Hey- don’t be pissy with me. They’re your family.” 

Fighting every urge to roll my eyes, I sit in discomfort until I cave, “Can’t we hire an assistant or something?”

“Really?”

“Come on— you can afford to have someone at least keep us organized for a few weeks.” 

His eyes shift, mumbling, “But what about..” 

“I’ll make sure they don’t find out,” I tell him. 

He still seems uneasy, following with, “And if they do?”

“I’ll take care of it,” I mumble out with a smile. 

His eyes are dark when I look up, but the smirk on his face tells me that I’ve convinced him. He lets out, “I’ll gather some options and send them over to you. Pick whoever you think will work the best for you.”

I nod, mumbling, “Can do.” 

He stares at me for a minute, the silence is uncomfortable and we both know it. He smirks, finally saying, “You know.. I do like you, kid.”

“Thanks,” I grumble out, finding my stare dropping to the floor. 

He leans forward, leaning onto his desk. He says, “But, you know the deal. You and your brothers all signed off on it.” 

“I know, Sir.” 

“Just gotta focus for a little longer,” he says, almost empathetically. “Then you’ll be free.” He pauses for a moment, “And as long as you can get everyone’s shit together somehow, you’ll all get to enjoy life together after.” 

Fuck off. I look up at him, muttering, “Yeah.” 

He claps his hands together, his tone changing entirely, “You’re free to go for today.” 

Dropping the two folders on the table loudly, scaring the two sitting on the couch. Both of their heads whip around to me, where I’m just standing with a smirk plastered on my face. 

“Hello?” Sam lets out with a slight scowl on his face. 

My arms fold over my chest, telling them, “We have shit to go through.”

“What do we have to go do now?” 

I chuckle to myself, “Actually, before we leave again— we get to hire an assistant.” 

“For what?” Josh asks, walking behind me into the kitchen. 

My eyes roll as I turn to him, letting out, “To keep your ass in line.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he laughs. 

 Shaking my head silently, choosing to not fight that battle. Sighing out, “Do you want to help me choose or not?” 

“Fine,” Josh huffs out. Quickly flipping open the folder full of resumes. 

“Can I be on stalking duty?” Sam chimes in, wiggling his phone in the air. 

I mumble out, “sure.” Splitting up the stack of papers and handing the other half to Josh. 

‘Mariah Collins’ 

‘Raina Bowling’

‘Mia Brown’

Sliding the paper to the bottom of the pile, looking at the name. ‘Rory Blackwood’ sits at the top. There’s no way. 

“Look her up,” I tell Sam, handing the paper over his shoulder. Watching him type it into Instagram, she pops up immediately. 

“Oh, she’s hot,” he let out. 

I smirk as he scrolls her feed, “Yeah, she is.” 

“Wait—“ Josh chimes in, pointing at a photo of her with someone else. “Isn't that the girl Danny keeps flying out here?” 

Sam clicks on the picture, and the two of them in this picture are just smiling at each other, and you can see that they’re both holding drinks. Definitely went to a show together at some point when the other one wasn’t here with Danny. 

“She does seem like the best option so far,” Sam says, still slowly scrolling through her feed. 

“I won’t complain,” I mumble. 

Josh’s head whips over, “That was suspiciously easy.” 

“Sorry?” 

His eyes squint at me, “I don’t care enough to pry.” 

“Do you want to let her know she has the position if she wants it?” I ask him, handing over her resume. “You sound more people-friendly over the phone.”

He lets out a long sigh, staring at me, finally asking, “Well, when should we have her come meet everyone?” 

“Maybe rehearsal next week?” I tell him. “I don’t know– see if that works and if not, we’ll figure out something.”

The eye roll from him wasn’t super necessary, but he walks off towards his room with his phone in hand. 

“Where’s Danny at?” I ask Sam, plopping down onto the couch next to him.

His eyebrows pull together, “I don’t know? Why do you always ask me?” 

“You two are always together, why wouldn’t I ask you?”

He scoffs at my comment before saying, “I think that Ruby girl is flying in today for the weekend or something.”

“Great,” I laugh out. “So, we all need to stay busy this weekend or we’re gonna be hearing it.” 

A week later.. 

“Can you guys fucking focus for once?” I bark out, cutting them off from the song. 

Josh’s eyes could have put holes through my head, yelling back, “What the fuck is your problem today?” 

“Just start over,” I grumble. 

The drums pound behind me, and everything feels louder today for some reason. It feels like every riff is absolute shit as I’m playing and I don’t know why. 

I look over to Josh as he’s screaming into the mic, and a small chill runs down my spine. Hearing his voice in my head- I lose my place in the song. I stare over at Sam and he’s too focused to notice that I’ve stopped. Turning to Danny, my eyebrows are pulled together. 

Josh turned to see me standing there, shouting, “What is going on with you?” 

“Don’t you think I would tell you if I fucking knew?”

He rolls his eyes, “Whatever. Let's just do another one.” 

We manage to get through a few songs with minimal issues. In the middle of the last song, I can just feel my phone vibrating against my leg and I hate that I know who the messages are probably from. My jaw clenches at the thought alone— I start strumming more aggressively, not realizing how hard I’m really pushing the strings. 

Until one snaps mid-solo, cutting me slightly in the process. Every ounce of anger that had been building up comes out. 

“What the FUCK,” I yell, ripping the cord out from my guitar. “I’m done, I’m done, I’m done.” 

The rest of them come to a halt as they hear my outburst, and I can feel them all staring at me. My blood pumping through my body rapidly and the heat disperses through me. 

“I guess we’re done then,” Josh mutters into the mic. Fighting every urge to glare over at him, luckily I’m too busy taking the rest of the string off my guitar. I hear a knock on the door coming from behind me. 

“Hey, I’m Rory,” a soft voice rings through the room. Fuck, of all days. 

Josh was the first one she was going to talk to thankfully, and he was typically the best with people amongst the four of us. His voice sounding it’s typical happy tone, “Hello, beautiful. It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

Her soft laugh as he says it almost makes me more angry. 

“Let me introduce you to everyone,” Josh says. Their footsteps getting closer, “This is Sam, our bassist, and youngest of the brothers.”

“Hi, how are you?” Sam lets out. 

Josh continues, “This is Danny, our drummer, obviously.” 

“Oh, we’ve met,” Danny laughs out. “How’s it going, Rory?”

She finally chimes in, “Can’t complain. How’s Ruby?” 

They laugh together for a moment and then the silence became deafening. 

“And this grumpy gils over here, is my wonderful twin brother Jake, our guitarist as you can tell.” 

Rolling my eyes before turning around, locking eyes with her. The look on her face when she realized it was me, priceless. 

“Oh,” falls out of her mouth. 

With everything that’s gone on in the last hour, I couldn’t convince myself to seem more excited. I stare at her blankly, before letting out, “Hey.” 

“I don’t know how I didn’t realize..um..” she says nervously. 

Something comes over me when she hesitates, watching her seem so uncomfortable, like everything she was doing in that bathroom was a show. 

“You didn’t even look up the band you were going to work for?” I question her, raising an eyebrow. 

The emotion on her face is abundantly clear, her voice shaking a bit when she says, “Well, I kind of just found out. They didn’t really–” 

“Whatever. It’s not a big deal,” I cut her off. Quickly changing the topic, “I started the schedule for the tour for you, but everything that you’ll need is in this folder.” Shoving the folder towards her, making her jump slightly at the abruptness. “It shouldn’t be that difficult to understand.” 

She takes the folder from me, and quietly says, “I think I got it.”

“Well, you didn’t even look us up before getting here today, so,” I say to her, the harsh attitude laces every word. 

The look in her eyes changed, they looked dark. 

“Jake, chill out. Jesus christ,” Sam chimes in. 

Josh’s hand landing on her shoulder, “I’m sorry about him. He’s been in a piss poor mood all day.” 

I turn back around, setting my guitar into it’s case and locking it quickly. Cleaning up my shit as fast as I could, knowing I just needed to get out of here in order for my day to get better. 

Looking over to Josh, I tell him, “I’m leaving. Let me know if you need anything from me.”

Before the door is fully shut, I can hear her voice and truthfully, part of me knew I deserved to hear it, but the rest of me couldn’t fight from being more pissed off when she says, “I didn’t think he would be so fucking rude since we already met before.” Slamming the door as the rest of the boys laugh with her. This is about to be a long fucking tour. 

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[rainbowdaisy13]

Did u see the video of Karlie and josh getting of the boat where he doesnt help her off, i know the boat driver was there to help, but its still weird how he didnt even wait for his ‘pregnant wife’ to make sure shes ok,, its common decency to help whoever is behind you to get off but your wife??? That’s just bare minimum

It was uncomfortable to watch because the water was really choppy and she’s so pregnant

I wonder what he was being a pissy baby about

[deiryu-blog]

❝ Do y'mind explaining why the fuck there was a train crash in Shibuya station? ❞ he's noticed that there had been these incidents around the city, things that couldn't exactly be explained. people seemed to be going though some sort of psychosis break or.... something. either way, the river was connected to the station and joshua should have that shit on lock down.

               ❛  that’s quite a tone you’re taking with me.  ❜      he says it almost like a joke but there’s certainly agitation present , not happy with the present situation.  in truth , he isn’t completely aware of what’s happening either beyond . . .  a feeling.  and the news , he supposes , but shibuya’s atmosphere is shifting as well and the people  ‘ losing their minds ’  are only part of the problem and neither thing is something he has a ready solution for.  but it is disconcerting to say the least , to feel his city wheezing , to feel as though something is coming and to not be able to identify what.  he’d like to say he’s mostly irritated that the higher death count equates to more work and while that is part of the reason . . .  it’s not a particularly large chunk of it.  truthfully , he’s a little frightened , for shibuya , for the people within it . . .  it has him on edge , testing him something akin to prodding a bear with a stick.  

                ❛  but if you were expecting to scold an answer out of me , you’re going to be sorely disappointed i’m afraid.  i don’t know much more than you at the moment.  ❜      a click of the tongue , brows furrowing as annoyance becomes more visible ,      ❛  truthfully i was hoping you would have more information on the matter.  the higher plane hasn’t said anything useful ?  ❜      not that he really expected them to have but it would have been nice.  

@hippestbarista 

[trytogaslightmenow]

January 8

January 8

I had work. There was supposed to be a pre-show meeting at Josh's house but he was suddenly trying to renege on it in the group chat when we started asking if it was still going on and if anybody was showing up. Because it looked like it was only going to be me Josh Matt and Kayla and that's not a group of people I really feel like being around. I asked Matt who helps me to ask in the group chat Josh started getting all pissy about nobody rsvp'd. To be honest I was it was a little satisfying to see him bothered by it. So he decided to have the meeting I'll be at seemingly begrudgingly but it was still only going to be me Matt and Kayla showing up signs him. He was trying to believe Casey and Patrick into coming to his house to show their pre-show but there's really no need considering they live together I can just video record. Same with Kevin and Lisa. When I got home from work I shaved my head again. I want to make sure that anytime Josh sees me my looks are completely on point. Plus I kind of want him to be wondering who's shaving my head and see that I'm doing a good job of keeping up with my hair without his assistance. When I got there Lily was there and she did not greet me with her big hug and Loud Robin that she normally would. She looked up from what she was doing with Isaac staring at me like she didn't know what to do and then went back to playing with Isaac. It looks exactly like how lily interacted with will after will and Josh had a falling-out so I knew right away that Josh told Billy not interact with me which is the most hurtful thing that's happened so far in this whole breakup. But I knew it look bad on me if I reacted to it at all so I didn't react to it. With help from Isaac who probably hasn't gotten any instructions that I'm a bad person Willie gradually warmed up to me throughout the night and spoke to me but it wasn't the same as before. When I got there Matt was the only person who derived so far Kayla was not present for whatever reason. I sat down at the table near Matt Josh did not acknowledge me or say hello to me or anything and Matt and I sat there quietly talking and looking at our phones for the first 5 minutes or so. We're all sitting down at the table instead of like at the couches watching YouTube or something like a normal f****** person would do for pre photos. But I guess Josh is trying to prove something to making everything formal and uncomfortable for everybody. Like he's really treating cast like it's business and not like fun Obby. The meeting started at a very very slow-paced was of course it would when we're just being grilled about ideas by some a****** who hates both of us it was pretty uncomfortable and honestly super unproductive there was really no need for this f****** meeting me and Matt should have bailed so that it wouldn't have existed it would have just been another night of Kayla and Josh bucking. Once Kayla got there it got extremely awkward although fortunately the meeting was almost over before she got there. I could kind of look at Josh at first but once Kayla was there I couldn't look at either one of them. My anxiety is through the roof the whole night and had to talk several people on my phone to call me down. Well I was talking to Ian he offered me tacos but came up to precarious beer hall in Williamsburg to visit him if I wanted to dip out and my anxiety was high enough that I honestly like decided to go do it. Although it took a lot of deciding on the way if I had to stop for gas and put dollars and quarters in my gas tank because it's payday night. But I ended up deciding what the drive would do me good so I drove up to precarious beer hall in Colonial Williamsburg. The place was indeed As Dead As and describe but he still had work in the kitchen so I still didn't know what to do with myself I had no intention of buying food and I had no intention of drinking beer and that's what they do food and beer. I've always thought it was kind of rude to be in like a restaurant and not spend any money. I sat down at the bar because what the hell else was I going to do with myself if I sat down at a table they would try to feed me and the bartender put a beer menu in front of me just making the decision not to drink that much more awkward and uncomfortable. I wandered around and looked at the different video games they had I took my time so it would look like I was doing something but in reality I have no quarters to play with I and was in-and-out but my phone was near doubt so and it going out to the car to charge my caught my phone. And wait from out there but I manage to go for really and gots my card not too long after I dead. We talked for Lake at least an hour maybe hour and a 1/2 about everything going on and how is feeling. I ended up getting home at like 1:30 in the morning and fell asleep at the wheel almost a few times.

[seenoversundown]

Insidious : Nine

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: Suggestive Language, Cursing, drinking/alcohol, angry themes, pissy Jake, a little cock blocking, silly hehe haha banter, uncomfortable tension, flashback vibes.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: lord, this one was fun to write 🙂‍↕️🤭 I’d love to hear your theories so far!! Leave em in the replies/reblogs/my DMs! I’m so nosey 🥰

Dallas, Texas | Day 1 

The drive was long and the traffic and construction only slowed us down even more. We all sat around for a while once the boys came back, and I can’t lie— it was hard to look at Rory for a few. 

The moment I heard a little whimper come out of her, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t mean to invade her space like that, but how am I supposed to just lie there and not help her out? 

Staring at her for a while after felt odd, sharing such an intimate thing but completely separated. Only being able to hear her made it almost worse. Because, sitting there with the other guys and doing everything I can to not smile when I’d hear her calling me ‘daddy’ in my head. Not typically something I encourage, but she could say it again. 

This morning, crawling out of my bunk and she’s the only one up. I hesitate for a second before I sit across from her, but she doesn’t seem to be bothered. 

“I’m surprised you’re awake,” she mumbles, glancing over to me. 

A small laugh sneaks out when I say, “I got some good sleep.” 

“I bet you did,” she says, her face turning pink as she avoids eye contact. “Stress free?” 

Biting my lip so I don’t laugh too loud at that— she smiles at her own joke. Cute. I taunt her back, raising my eyebrows when I say, “You tell me.”

She slowly blinks at me, a little pink still in her face, shaking her head a few times. 

“What?” I ask, knowing the smirk on my face is giving me away. 

She laughs, leaning forward a little, she whispers, “You know what.” 

Glancing down at her lips for a second, and whispering back, “Yeah.. but I wanna hear you say it.” 

Watching the way her eyes go wide as she processes what I said. She shifts in her spot slightly; too bad for her that I know what she’s doing with that. 

“Oh, fuck off,” she lets out a little laugh lacing it. 

I smile, mumbling, “That’s not what you said last night..”

“Jake,” she snaps back. 

My head turns away from her, fighting the smile when I say, “That is though.” 

“Well hello,” Josh sing-songs through the bus. “Surprised to see you awake this early.”

She smiles at him as he plops down next to her, seems to be the routine for them at this point. Asking him, “How did you sleep?” 

“Eh,” he starts. “Could have been better.” 

I watch the corners of her lips twitch, and she manages to say, “Aww, I’m sorry.” 

What a fun little secret between us. 

They spent the last bit of our trip talking, the other two still sound asleep. The drive to Dallas taking a bit longer than we thought because of traffic, but once we made it to the hotel, we were all ready to be off the fucking bus, that’s for sure. 

It’s been nice having Rory around to deal with all the planning and somehow she managed to get us into our hotel rooms early today. As much as we all love spending time together, the moment we get to be in separate spaces, we take it. Thankfully, I always share a room with Josh and the two of us have a routine for when we first get settled into the hotel room. 

We had only been at the hotel for a couple hours, Josh and I remaining quiet for a while. He laid on his bed reading and I spent a while just reading through our schedule for the next couple of days. 

Not expecting anybody, when someone knocks on our door, we both jump. Opening the door, not expecting Rory to be the one here. My head tilts slightly, when I ask, “Do you need something?” 

“Kind of, um,” she hesitates, pulling her phone up. “..is this normal?” 

Flipping it around, showing me our tour poster. I look back and forth between her and the phone, and I try not to laugh but a slight chuckle sneaks out. 

“You know we’re on that tour right now… right?” I ask, knowing it makes me sound like a dick. 

Her arm drops and her head practically falls to the side with it. Snapping back, “Jake, I’m not that dumb. Jesus Christ.”

Throwing my hands up, “I had to make sure!” 

“No, look at the actual dates, you shit,” she tells me, handing her phone back to me, with it zoomed in on the dates. 

“What the fuck?” I mutter staring at a slew of new dates added. Does he fucking hate me? Why? Looking back up to her, asking, “Did you get anything from the guy who hired you about this?” 

“I don’t think so,” she mumbles, her eyebrows pulled together. Grabbing her phone back from me, she frantically swipes through apps. Hearing the vibration against her rings, she looks up at me with a sigh. “Literally just got an email.” 

My jaw was already tight, but I clench my teeth together a little harder. Breathing for a second before I say anything. 

“No, that isn’t normal,” I tell her, trying to not be an asshole because I can tell she’s also confused. “I’ll give him a call, just worry about redoing the schedule.” 

I watch her deflate as she stood there, all the life in her eyes from this morning leaving. She turns away with a sigh and my eyes follow her until she’s in her room. 

Shutting the door loudly, I look to Josh who’s just patiently sitting on the bed waiting for me to erupt. 

“What happened?” He carefully asks. 

My head drops back for a second and then I tell him, “Our tour just got extended.” 

His eyebrows pulling together, shaking his head quickly, “What? How? Why?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” I breathe out. “This is so fucking stupid.” 

 He lies back onto his bed, rubbing his hands over his face. I can hear his muffled voice asking, “Does that mean we have more jobs?” 

“Likely,” I mumble. “I’m fucking over it.” 

Pulling my phone out, I quickly pull up the texts between our ‘boss’ and myself. Frantically typing out a message for him to call me when he gets a minute. Tossing my phone onto my bed, all I want to do is scream. 

“Maybe, the band is just doing well…” Josh says, a slight laugh behind it. The wishful thinking unfortunately isn’t helpful at the moment. As much as I wish it were just that. 

Letting out a sigh, “We could only hope.” I look over at him, but then grabbing my phone and shoving it back into my pocket. Mumbling, “I need to go outside for a minute or i’m gonna lose it.”

The first drag of my cigarette burns, but it’s almost calming. The thought of having to be out for so much longer, already wearing on me. I’m already annoyed that I’ll get a horrific email with more shit we have to do. 

It we were just doing more shows, I would probably be more okay with it. That’s the only thing that makes this life bearable at this point. At least when I’m doing that, I can feel a bit more free and forget about everything that I’ve had to go through. 

If we had only been a little smarter. 

Hours had passed and the boys only know one way to kill time when we have a free evening, so we are out at a bar. We hadn’t been there for very long when I felt my phone vibrating against my leg. 

“Hey,” I mutter, walking outside so I could hear him. 

“Hello,” His voice a bit too cheery sounding for me. “I see that you are aware of the tour changes.”

My hand rubs over my face, “Yeah, about that–”

“Well, here’s the thing,” He starts, and I know this conversation is gonna piss me off already.  “I’ve been told to extend your tour to make sure you have the opportunity to meet with some more of our ‘clients’.. Per their request.”

Clients…? Fuck off. 

“That has never happened,” I spit out. “We usually get a break and then another leg of tour.. not just straight through.”

“I told them that you hired a tour manager,” He admits. “And they seemed to think that if you needed someone to keep you organized, that maybe you could get more shit taken care of.”

I stare up at the night sky for a minute, breathing out, “That’s not fair?” 

“Life’s not fair, kid.” 

His rebuttal pissing me off, I can’t help the tone when I spit out, “Okay, but this is also affecting her life, not just ours.”

“They did seem particularly interested in her when I sent them her resume,” he tells me. I had been pacing around out front of this bar, but that brought me to a full stop. Oh absolutely not. I’m not doing this. Doing everything in my power to not let the memories of her flood my mind. 

“Don’t say that,” I mutter. 

He starts to say, “I don’t know what it was about her that piqued their interest but–”

“Well, they can leave her the fuck alone,” I cut him off. “She isn’t aware of anything.” 

“You really haven’t told her?” He sounds shocked, like I would willing give up that information. 

“Why would I?” I start, my head shaking. Baffled that he would expect it from me. “I’m not necessarily proud of what I’m doing, I’m not gonna get her involved if I don’t have to.” 

“Welp, i’m sorry that you’re stuck on the road for a while,” He says, without an ounce of remorse in his voice. “When she figures it out, make sure she keeps her mouth shut, alright?” 

Piss off. 

Rolling my eyes, I spit out, “Yeah.”

“Good luck with everything,” His voice chipper as he says it, and I don’t have it in me, so I just end the call.  

“Fucking christ,” I let out under my breath. They’re so fucking greedy. Nothing about the lifestyle I unfortunately lead is something that I wanted to be doing at any given point. But, now I’m stuck here until they decide to let us stop. 

Every phone call with him just pisses me off more, and it’s getting harder and harder to not let it ruin my nights. I pull open the door to the bar, walking back through and as I’m scanning the room to find my brothers, I can’t help but find myself staring at Rory. 

What is she doing? 

The way shes stood with this guy, smiling at him, batting her lashes. For fucks sake. Glancing over at this man, this one seems harmless, truly. I watch them for a minute until she laughs at something he must have said, and her hand lands on his chest. Lingering there for a brief moment. My jaw clenched as I watched it happen and something must have come over me, because my body started moving toward her. She looks over as I’m getting closer, and she looked confused this time. 

“Baby,” I coo, sliding my arm around her waist. Pulling my eyebrows together slightly when I ask, “Is he bothering you?”

“Uhh,” she hesitates, looking between this other dude and myself. 

I hold a finger up to him, before pulling her away with me, “Sorry, excuse us for a minute.”

“What are you doing?!” She whisper-yells at me.

Shaking my head subtly, “What do you mean?” 

“Jake, I was trying to get somewhere,” she says, waving her hands around.  “Did you not see him?”

“Ohhh..” I let out. Doing everything in my power not to smile when I say, “I thought you needed to be rescued again.”

“Did I look like I needed rescuing?” 

I shrug, the smirk slipped, “Who’s to say?”

“Why do you hate me? Do you not want me to get laid?” She whines. 

Nothing could have stopped me from leaning in close to her when I ask, “Was last night not enough for you, baby?”

Her mouth falls open, and I can’t decide if I just pissed her off or turned her on. She steps closer to me, her hand grabs my jaw, smirking at me. 

“Unless you plan on making me come,” she whispers, getting closer to my face. “Let me find someone who will.” 

Blinking slowly at her, I can’t manage to get anything out fast enough. But the way she’s looking at me, I feel like she wants it.  

“That’s what I thought,” She whispers as she looks down at my lips, lingering there for a second before she says, “I’m gonna go get another drink.” Her hand pats my cheek a couple times gently before she walks away. Watching her go back up to the bar and seeing that same dude go back up to her, my body tenses up. 

Forcing myself to look away, I find one of the bathrooms. Locking the door behind me, I turn the water on and carefully splash my face with the freezing water a few times. Grabbing a couple paper towels to dry off, I stare into the mirror for a moment. 

“I can take care of myself, you know,” her voice plays in my mind, my heart aches at the sound. Breathing heavily as I stood there, I usually fought every chance I had to think about her, but I couldn’t this time. 

“I know, I know,” I told her.

Her little laugh when she said, “We’ll both be okay.” Her hands cupped my face as she stared at me, that sweet little smirk of hers. I swear I could still feel them there.

Leaning toward her, I pressed my lips against her forehead, hating that we were in this together. “One day, angel,” I whispered. 

My head drops, staring straight down to the floor, my throat feels tight when I let out, “I miss you. I hope you know that.” Shaking my head a few times, I look back up, and my body slowly warms. It’s like she’s here. It feels foreign to smile about anything involving her, but I think she’d kill me if I never moved along. 

After a silent moment, I pull open the bathroom door, and to my surprise, Rory is stood right there. Her arms folded over her chest, a slight scowl on her face that fell when she looked at me. 

“You okay?” I asked, stepping around her. 

She rolls her eyes, muttering, “Naturally, he’s fucking married.” 

“Oh–” I start but she cuts me off. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” she pulls the bathroom door shut behind her quickly. 

I stand there for a minute, and then knock, loudly saying, “Rory, let me in.” 

The click of the door unlocking hits my ears, I carefully push the door open. Slipping into the small bathroom with her, she still looks mad but the tears in her eyes have caught mine.

“He isn’t worth the tears,” I tell her.

She nods, “I know.” 

“Is it something else?” I ask, stepping a little closer to her. 

She shakes her head, I can still see her choking back the tears. Finally, crying out quietly, “No, I’m just frustrated. Today has been shit.” 

“I can try to help?” I mumble out. Not really knowing how I can do anything that will make things better at this point, but I also can’t blame her for being mad. She was thrown a ton of shit without warning today. 

Her eyes looked up at mine, and nothing would have prepared me for her to tell me, “I can take care of myself.” 

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