Jimmy Sullivan Is Getting Married

“Jimmy, I’m worried,” I stated, sitting down next to him the day after.

“About what?”

“Gena,” I sighed, “I’m afraid we’d loose her.”

“Don’t say that!” Jimmy said, sternly, which caught me quite off guard.

“Look, it’s not that important what we think, Megan. Even if we loose hope, we’ve gotta stay strong for Zacky.”

I nodded.

“But it’s hard not to loose hope, Jim. Why didn’t they tell us this before?”

Jimmy shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Once again, I sighed, leaning back into the sofa where both our bodies sunk.

“What are we gonna do about Brian?” Jimmy asked, surfing through the channels.

“I dunnoe,” I said, shrugging, “Send him for psychiatric help?”

Jimmy arched his eyebrows.

“I was joking you bloody ass fuck!” I said, whipping his head.

He snorted, “Just a thought.”

“I wonder how Michelle’s coping with him. I heard he’s being hard.”

“Well, let’s just hope he does fine. Cause if he isn’t, we have another problem on our hands.”

“Meaning?” I asked.

“Oh, come on, we already have a guitarist that’s cowering for his girlfriend’s life. We don’t need another one blaming himself for something he didn’t do.”

I nodded, “I feel helpless, Jim.”

“I know. But there’s nothing we can do except to be there for Brian, Zacky and most of all, Gena. They need all the support they can get now.”

“I know. But I still feel like we can do something.”

“Leave it be, Meg.” He said, kissing my forehead and running his fingers up and down my shoulders.