A/N alright, so this is the sequel to Three Years, but it's a little different, it's from the point of views of Jack and Garbo...Havah Kinny writes Jack and LikePlastic writes Garbo! Please try and enjoy the difference, and I'm sorry that the first chapter is so short! Also, posting on this is going to be a little slower because we're both busier, so I'm going to try and start something new while we're waiting for new chapters of this!

The second I found out we were signed again, Garbo told me to quit my job. I couldn’t do it, not until I was sure that we were going to have greater security. Garbo was smart, really smart, but there were just some things that he knew nothing about…like saving money; his parents had taken good care of him so far. I was still in shock as we drove to the restaurant where we were having our celebratory dinner – i.e. the same place Joe worked, The Brownstone Inn. Joe wasn’t quitting either; not yet at least. “Jack, you should grow your hair out again.” Garbo ran his fingers through my shaggy hair.

“Maybe I will.” I grinned and shrugged.

“You have to, it’d be hot.” Garbo’s hand ran down my cheek and I chuckled.

“I’ll think about it, just keep your hands to yourself so that I don’t crash the car, kill us, and end the band before it really even got a chance to start.”

“What if I don’t want to keep my hands to myself?” I could hear seduction dripping in every possible part of Garbo’s voice.

“Stop it!” I groaned. “Seriously, I don’t want to crash the damned car!” I tried to suppress a smile as I continued to drive.

“Fine, fine.” Garbo let out a deep sigh, and pretending to be hurt, pressed his forehead against his window. “So…did you think Nick was totally gonna wig out and go crazy emotional on us?”

“Nah.” I shrugged. “He doesn’t really seem like the type.”

“Are you kidding? He was every single letter of fine! Freaked, Insecure, Neurotic AND Emotional…DOUBLE emotional…so more like F-I-N-E-E.”

“Ok, seriously dude…you have seen the Italian Job FAR too many times.” I chuckled.

“Maybe…but at least it’s a good movie.” That was his defense for everything…so sue me. He’s hot...and he’s a REALLY good writer, give me five good reasons NOT to be with him.

“Back to Nick.” I sighed. “Do you think he can handle a tour? I mean…he’s still a shadow of his former self…”

“You worry too much.” Garbo shook his head, laughing slightly. “He’ll be fine, he has Joe, remember?” Garbo drummed his fingers against the dashboard. “Joe’ll take care of him, and we can help!”

“I know, but he’s been to hell and back…”

“And I feel for him!” Garbo put his hand on my shoulder. “I think that this is good for him Jack…He loves the music, we all do.”

“I know.” I smiled.

“So why did you stop playing?”

“Because…I thought that it was over and I didn’t want to play with anyone else, I mean it was kind of you guys or nothing.” I shrugged as I pulled in to the Brownstone parking lot. “I can’t see myself on stage with anybody else.” The second I put the car in park Garbo pulled me into an aggressive kiss…which I returned with great gusto. Soon his hands were under my shirt, mine under his, the works…we probably would have gone at it right there in the parking lot too…if someone hadn’t tapped on our window.

“Hey, fuckbuddies, we have reservations!” Joe, his arm casually around Nick…in a ‘brotherly’ way to anyone who didn’t know better, made a face at us. Garbo flipped him off and we both got out of the car. His hand immediately slipped in the back pocket of my jeans and I rolled my eyes, but didn’t remove it. He really was shameless, but I didn’t care…at least he wasn’t too embarrassed by me to hide our relationship. We walked into the restaurant with Joe and Nick and everyone seemed happy…it was nice. A bunch of the stress was gone, Nick had long since stopped crying and seemed content – it was an all around good situation. I knew that things weren’t going to be easy, we still had a long way to go before things hit the scale that they had been at three years ago, but this was a start and there was no pretending that I wasn’t grateful for the opportunity to get back in the game.