bad expectations | jfg

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Everything was fine.

My dad and I had hours and hours of conversation about how Jack isn't a bad person and the stupid, idiotic reason on why he broke Johnson's arm. He said its abusive and scary to be that protective over someone but it's not like he ever had the urgency to come to my defense before. Well, not really.

I don't know the next time I'll see Jack in person but I hope it's in the Summer. I'm sad I can't spend Christmas with him, but it's how our lives are. We both work, mine job just happens to be far away from him.

It wasn't that hard, really. Jack thoroughly enjoyed sending me "selfie" snapchats. Sometimes he would send me ones of his face where he actually tried to look good and then other times the angle would be under his chin, it depended on his mood.

Our lives were so normal that I wasn't even used to it. Well, his life was normal anyways.

We both had Instagram's but all I ever posted was pictures of the city, all he ever posted was pictures with him with friends when he'd go out on the weekends with Sam. And other girl friends.

My stomach would turn every time I'd scroll down the seemingly meaningless social media app and see a picture of him, his insanely gorgeous face with the flash cascaded across it, along with a girl tugged on his side. It was a friend, and I obviously trusted him.

It made it easier when he'd post a picture of the two of us and make sure the caption made it very known that the two of us were together:

My famous girlfriend

I'd say I'm a very lucky man

Guess who I miss?

We haven't even kissed yet

The captions were nerdy but it made me smile. I never posted pictures of the two of us, I just liked having them to myself.

Social media was never apart of mine and Jack's lives when we were seventeen and eighteen. No one in Omaha, really. We actually had fun outside and on road trips without having to show everyone else who wasn't there, I just didn't see the point in it.

Jack was better at it then I was, it was easy to figure out but he had more followers than me. All girls, I assumed.

It sounds stupid, but the way Jack does make it obvious him and I are together on social media makes my mind and heart seem safer. Without it, I'd still have the same amount of trust, but the apps make it obvious that he wants everyone else to know that him and I aren't and won't be broken up anytime soon.

On my time off, I'd screenshot his posts about him and I, and then his post with a random girl from Omaha. I was pathetic, but I couldn't help but love the feeling of having a much more important place in his mind.

He'd have a drink in his hand, so would the girl. His arm would be around her shoulders, and hers around his stomach. He would smile with his perfectly white teeth, and so would she. The background would be black from the absent lights due to the party and there was always someone trying to photobomb.

We didn't have many at all but the ones we had, Jack made sure of himself to put them all out on the Internet. In the fifteen-ish we took, we were always laying down and one of us was always taking the picture. In my favorite, his cheek was shoved upward due to it being on the top of my head but I was still trying to smile. He didn't need to smile, he really could just take a picture of him staring at the camera and it would look good, I couldn't.

Without the insane amount of technology, I wouldn't be able to FaceTime him as much as we did. I wish we could every night, but there was always something preventing that.

My book was doing fine, I didn't expect for it to blow up and I would end up traveling the world, because I feel as if that's every authors dream. My dad always says fine, is fine, but it's not good. So that's what leads me to sleepless nights of reading emails, offers, and promotion.

And a photoshoot.

My dad said its for the back of the newer sellers, but I hated the idea so much. I never liked school pictures, or pictures in general. Unless of course, Jack took them.

It was an awkward experience, they didn't let me smile because they said I didn't have the face for it. Which was a very weird thing to say.

I stared at the camera, with my head back, holding the zipper of a leather jacket in my palms. I didn't look like myself, at all.

It was fine, though. I hated every single picture until I sent one to Jack and he replied with, "you look like a badass. id honestly buy your book just to fap to the back of it."

It was a disgusting compliment, but nonetheless, flattering.

We weren't upset anymore, or disappointed that we didn't see each other anymore. Technology made us seem next to each other, so though I sort of hated it, I loved knowing it kept us closer.

Everything was good. For the first time in a little while, everything was fine. I knew jack loved me, I was so confident I had him wrapped around my finger and for the first time, I knew how to handle it right. And so did he.

I didn't know exactly how our future would unfold. But for the first time in a long time, I had good expectations.

_____please read

that was such a cheesy last line lmao.

this is not the end!!! I will tell you when it's the end!!!! a few more chapters, I'm excited.

I decided to make jaylor a little normal and actually add social media into their lives. their fan made accounts on Twitter inspired me too:) (tayiorgreyson & jackgiiinskyBE)

sorry this was so short, I'm doing a younow later to discuss the ending. I feel like I can do that since no one even watches me soooooo hahaha. I'll put a notifying chapter up later.

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