We're going out are we? [Part one]

‘Erin, I really don’t wanna go this party can we just stay back here?’ Jack whined at me pulling a puppy-dog face as the rest of the guys and Sadie stumbled out of the bus into the cold air of the car park for yet another party which Shaant was throwing.

Although Shaant had especially invited Sadie and I, I was getting fed up of partying every night of warped tour and so it felt much better to just spend the night in with jack. Even if I had already went and got dressed up into my favourite part of black skinny jeans and neon pink strapless pink top with black and pink Nike dunks which Jack had bought me last year.

‘Jack, anything for you’ I said sweetly touching his nose and then snuggling up to him on the couch my head resting against his as we were both watching the music channels.

‘Bye guys, were gonna just stay back here tonight if that’s okay?’ I called to them as they were heading out the door. Alex popped his head back around the door:

‘Yeah sure, just make sure when I return that he’s still in one piece’ he smirked at me and then closed the door behind him.

‘You know what?’ Jack said now sitting up cross legged on the coach and I mirrored him as he took my hands in his. ‘We haven’t talked about home in ages’.

‘I know I guess being here makes me forget about it, which is fine by me, seen as all my parent’s ever do is argue, so it’s pretty good to get away from it all and clear my head being with you.’

He smiled, he liked it whenever I said anything like “being with you”. It made me smile to hearing them words, it still made my butterflies turn and made me smile widely whenever I heard someone call us boyfriend and girlfriend or a couple.

‘Yeah I know tell me about it, at home I don’t get it sometimes, they can’t seem to ever see why they fell in love, or why they got married. It’s like stop getting at each other’s throats for just doing one thing another way to which you like, no one’s perfect.’

I nodded thinking of my own home, where if the dishes weren’t loaded into the dishwasher the way my mum liked them to be the whole house would erupt into screams and shouts. World War III once a week in my house, yet at my age now I escaped most of it as I would just go and stay with someone else, which is why my room didn’t look like a bedroom anymore, as most of my stuff was at Alex’s house, where Jack spent most of his time too. We even had our own room there, it was the guest room but we like to call it the Jack-o and Ezza room (Ezza being my childhood nickname).

‘Yeah, I don’t get why they want the other person to be like them anyway either, god I’d hate to have a clone of myself, it’s bad enough seeing myself in the mirror in the morning I wouldn’t like ot be reminded by a whole human replica of myself’ I laughed.

‘Ha! I think I’d love to have one more of you all to myself, then whenever you weren’t there I could be with her, sorry love I’m cheating on you with you’ he smirked.

‘Wait till I meet this new Erin, I’ll kick her ass!’ I screamed laughing as Jack pulled m in by my waist tickling me slightly and lying back. I rested my head on his chest and squeezed him tightly as my left arm draped around his waist and hips and my other arm played with his hair.

‘You know when we’re married Erin?’

I felt my heart throb, he used to say this all the time, but it meant so much each time he said it. We both knew we would get married, I couldn’t see myself walking down the aisle with anybody else at all, it just wasn’t possible.

‘Yeah’ I answered as if us discussing being married when we weren’t even engaged was perfectly normal.

‘Well, promise me we won’t turn out like our parents and argue and shit like that?’

‘Yeah I promise Jack, I won’t ever let that happen’

‘That’s the only promise I need from you’

‘I need one from you though?’ I asked.

‘Oh and what is that?’ he said grinning as he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me lying on the couch still, playing and making circles on his chest.

‘Well you need to stop stealing the bed sheets from me at night, it gets cold!’ I giggled.

‘Ha! Fat chance of that, but I’ll try’ he said laughing and then he pushed me off the sofa and began tickling me ferociously then kissing me a thousand times over the face.

‘Now, shall we at least show our faces in this party? So as not to be too rude’ he asked me giving me a chance to catch my breath.

‘Yeah I suppose’ I muttered straightening myself out and then pulling Jack outside into the night air.