Boy Band Games: Why Don't We Edition ✓

S2: 10 | Zach and Corbyn are...

"Why me?" She asked. "Of all the girls in the world.. why me?"

"Because you're you." He replied, looking at her with his deep set eyes. "And no number of girls could equate to you." - Excerpt from a book by I. Toledo

Chapter Ten
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JACK ROBERT AVERY continuously alternated downing his extra large strawberry flavored milkshake and chomping his double cheeseburger nervously.

I kept my eyes on the shaky boy as I slowly took a sip from my iced coffee.

The sun had already set ages ago, and the two of us had been here for at least an hour, but no one uttered a word.

"Jack.. say something."

After what he said during our near-death experience, all blood from my face rushed out and I struggled to breathe properly.

"The band is falling apart!"

The rollercoaster started barreling down the railings at high speeds- however, my soul already left my body when Jack uttered those five words.

We got to the ground safe and didn't talk at all, even during our walk to the amusement park's food stalls. We just ordered, sat down, and ate our food in silence- me being completely, utterly, stupidly, confused, and Jack being... guilty for blurting out some sort of secret that the band has probably swore not to talk about.

"Jack.." I trailed off, absentmindedly fingering the acetylcholine bracelet Corbyn gave me all those months ago during the awards show.

The bleached white blonde haired boy looked at me with guilt swirling in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Lotte I didn't mean to say-"

"Are you okay?" I blurted out.

Jack looked taken aback, "I'm sorry- what?"

"Are you okay?" I asked again.

"With the band.. falling apart, I'm thinking that your mental health might not be best." I mumbled, fingering the bracelet again.

Jack nodded in understanding and then shrugged, "I don't know."

"Some days I feel like.. I feel like I'm just waking up because I have to." He pursed his lips, explaining further.

"Being a pop star has its perks.. but most of the time, it's kinda sad, really." He shrugged.

"We never get to do the things we want. Management dictates everything we could and couldn't do. So the band falling apart.. it's not much of a surprise anymore."

My brows furrowed, "Management.. as in Ibiza and Tyler?"

"No, those two are the only ones who keep us sane." He shook his head no.

"They let us do what we want with limitations of course, but let's be honest, without limitations, we'd probably be in jail by now." He joked, and then looked down again.

"But.. it's main management we're worried about. Daniel, Jonah, and Corbyn have been having trouble communicating with them. They claim to say that they pay attention to our opinions and actually give a shit but.." He shook his head in frustration. "They actually don't. We're just a couple of teenage boys without any degrees. No one would want to listen to us."

I nodded in understanding, "So.. the reason the band is falling apart is management?"

Jack shook his head no, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Yes and no." He answered.

"There's two reasons the band is falling apart." He then looked up at me, chocolate brown eyes swirling with guilt. "Well.. three."

"Three?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Yup." He gulped down his milkshake.

"Reason number one is management?" I asked, and he nodded.

"What's reasons number 2 and 3?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

It seemed like his mood did a complete 180 when he looked at me with mischief swimming inside his chocolate brown eyes. His lips turned up into a smirk.

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you."

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"Robert, tell me your secret." I whispered, poking the annoyed boy's arm repeatedly while we strolled through the empty streets of London at 9 in the evening.

We left the amusement part thirty minutes ago and returned Zion, my tricked out rented motorcycle to Fitzgerald's Vehicle Rental because of Jack's insistent protests.

"I'm never getting on that death trap again!"

Needless to say, white haired cannibal isn't really find of motorcycles.

Ha.

Wimp.

Jk.

"I told you I'm not saying shit, Lotte." He groaned for the hundredth time.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Why not? I thought we were friends."

"We are.." He muttered, rolling his eyes at me. "Kinda regretting that now too- ow!"

He flinched when I punched his arm.

"Friends don't keep secrets from each other." I pursed my lips, putting my hands inside my pockets.

"Listen, I really wanna tell you but.." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not my place to tell."

"What do you mean?" My brows furrowed.

"Meh." He shrugged and then pointed into a random direction. "Oh look a duck."

My eyes widened, and being the gullible person that I am, I looked towards the direction he was pointing at, expecting to see a British duck, but was left with the sight of a very very cold cemented street pavement.

I looked back at where Jack was before and I was too late.

He already broke out into a sprint towards the general direction of the hotel we were staying in.

"JACK COME BACK HERE!" I ran after the boy who was surprisingly a fast runner.

Jack, you fast boy.

As I was running, I felt my limbs freeze and I started to wheeze.

Hey that rhymed.

But oh well.

Everything hurts and I feel like I'm dying.

Jesus, I need to work out more.

Suddenly, I was put to an abrupt stop when I bumped into a person.

"Fucking hell." Well, a girl, with the way she cussed oh-so torridly.

I looked up and was met with Ibiza's worried eyes.

"Ibiza? What are you-"

She clutched onto me for dear life and held me like there was no tomorrow and I almost couldn't balance myself and her.

Her eyes were swimming with an endless complicated mess of emotions and she looked like she was going to pass out at any moment.

"Ibiza-"

Her pale lips opened.

"Corbyn and Zach.. they're missing."

And then she fainted.

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A/N:

I low-key hate the internet rn but hey, what's up?

Question of the day:
What do you think happened to Zach and Corbyn?