Have You Seen This Girl?

*Anna's POV-

"What movie do you want to watch, baby?" Jack asked, looking back at me. I
was sitting on the small couch, on the tour bus. Jack was standing in front of
me, by the flat screen TV on the wall. While he flipped through some DVD's.

"Comedy, horror, action, Disney." He listed.

I placed my hand on my face, as I thought. "Disney." I said, giving him a sweet
smile.

"Sounds good." Jack smirked, and took a DVD out of the case. He pushed it in to
the DVD player, then hit play. He walked over to the couch, and sat down next to
me. He turned towards me and smiled, before pulling me on to his lap.

It was hard to pull my eyes away from Jack, but I did once I heard the beginning
of Peter Pan.

While the movie played, I cuddled close to Jack. I wrapped my arms around his
tall, thin body, and clung to his chest. Jack chuckled under his breath, and
held me close to him. I placed my head on his shoulder, and he glanced down at
me. Slowly, he leaned down, and kissed my lips.

I blushed hard, and smiled up at him. We both went back to watching the movie.
My eyes became tired, and threatened to close; while I let out a quite yawn.

Jack laughs to himself, ad he plays with my hair, "I love you, Anna." He
whispers, kissing the top of my head.

"I love you, Jack. " I whispered back, right before I drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, Jack." I kept repeating

"I love you, Jack."

•••
"Anna?" A voice called.

"Anna, wake up. Anna!" Cara shouted, while she shook me.

"What?" I said hazily, as I lifted my head off my Biology book. I looked around
the room, and the whole class was glaring at me. They were all giggling, and
pointing at me.

I quickly looked back at Cara. "You were sleeping, and talking." She informed
me, raising her eyebrows.

My eyes widened. "Seriously?"

Cara shook her head, as she laughed. "Yeah, does "I love you, Jack" Ring any
bells?" She mocked.

"Oh my gosh, you're kidding me." I cried out, before hiding my face in my hands.

"Anna, school is for learning, not for sleeping." My teacher hissed. "Let's try
to stay awake."

"I will, sorry." I told her, slumping down in my chair.

"It wasn't that bad." Cara said, trying to make me feel better. But that
didn't work.

•••
Lunch time rolled around, just in time to put me out of my misery. Cara and I,
walked up to the lunch table, where Paula was sitting at.

"Hey guys," Paula greeted, as we sat down. "How was bio?"

Cara began laughing hysterically. I glared over at her, and she cover her mouth
with her hands, but still laughing.

A wicked smile stretched on Paula's lips. "What happened?"

"Well, let me tell you." And with that, Cara began to explain to Paula what
happened. I could feel my face burn red.

"It was so embarrassing." I complained, while I opened my water bottle.

"Shut up, it could of been worse." Cara stated, trying not to laugh.

"Classic, just classic Anna." Paula smiles, as she claps her hands together.

"You guys suck." I exclaim, as my phone stared to viberate. I pick it up off the
table, and open it. Jack texted me.

Hey Anna, what's up?"

"Nothing, just at lunch. What are you up to?"

"Planning stuff ;)"

"That sounds exciting, what are you planning?"

"What are you doing December 14th?"

"Staying home... As always. Why?"

"Well, we will have to sneak you out then. Because guess who will be
in town?"

"Oh my gosh, All Time Low??? Seriously!"

"Yeah, we will be playing The Fillmore. And we have a day off the
day after. Almost perfect, huh."

"Yeah, almost."

"What's wrong? You should be excited."

"My parents are never going to let me go. There's no
chance."

"We will find away. I will come and rescue you, don't worry about
anything."

I set my phone down, on the lunch table. And looked up at my friends. "So, don't
make plans for December 14th, okay."

"Why?" Paula asked, while she stuffed a hand full of chips in her mouth.

"We are going to a concert." I stated, trying to sound sure of myself.

"But you're grounded." Cara pointed out.

Paula rolled her eyes. "So what, it's a concert. All Time Low, right?"

"Right." I say, while I nod.

"Do you want to never see Anna again?" Cara questioned Paula.

"Shut up, we will. I am so good at sneaking out, and I never get caught." Paula
brags.

"Wow, you are so cool Paula." Cara mocks.

"I'm just saying, Anna wants to see Jack, I want to see Alex, and I'm sure you
want to see Jordan. So why can't we just sneak out, just this once." Paula
pleads to Cara.

Cara crosses her arms, against her chest.

I decided to chime in, "Come on Cara. It will only be one time."

"Sure it will. First you are sneaking out, then you're at party's with older
guys, drinking, having sex, and then bam, you're pregnant! And I'm not going to
save your ass when you're on the streets." Cara theorized, while she flails her
arms.

Paula and I stare at her, with our jaws dropped. Then we both burst out
laughing. "Okay, Cara you seriously lost your mind." I laugh. "So can we just
sneak out?"

Cara sighs, giving in. "Fine, whatever."

"Yay." Paula and I both cheer.

"I hate you guys." Cara complains, shaking her head at us.

"So, who else are they touring with?" Paula asks.

"You know, besides The Ready Set." Cara exclaims.

"I think he mentioned something about The Summer Set." I spoke, trying to
remember the line up.

Cara and Paula both smile hugely, "The Summer Set!" They both squeal, loudly.

"I love them." Paula cries.

"I know, so do I. John is just the cutest thing." Cara whines, placing her hand
on her chest.

"John? Do you not see Josh?" Paula gasped, disagreeing.

"Oh come on-"

"Stop it." I interrupt. "You guys are crazy."

"Sorry." They said, periodically.

Just then the lunch bell rang.

"See you guys after school." I said, standing up, and throwing what was left on
my tray away.

•••
After school Paula drove me home. I begged Paula and Cara to come in, and hang
with me. But they refused, they said they were too scared of my parents.

I walked up the stairs, and into my room. I crashed on my bed, and began my
homework. How fun, right?

... Yeah, that's what I thought.

After I finished my bio homework, I texted Jack. While I awaited his reply, I
took the time to think about things. It's been two months, since Jack left.
Even though, I was terrified things would completely fall apart, they didn't.
Things were pretty great. Jack and I talked everyday. When I woke up, I would
wake up to a sweet text from Jack. That's a great way to start the day, trust
me.

When I would get home from school, and before work, we would talk on the phone.
Even though my parents thought I was miserable, I really wasn't. Things weren't
that bad. I still had my friends, and my Jack.