Falling in Love with the Unlovable (Its life sequel)

Chapter 28: Brothers Come to a Consensus

SAM'S POV

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Dinner was, at best, awkward. Needless to say, Jasper remained silent throughout the majority of it and my dad wouldn't stop glaring daggers at Thomas. My brother and mom were the only ones even remotely interested with the things that Thomas was saying and Lora was stabbing at her food, pretending it was a monster while making weird growling noises. I patiently sat next to my boyfriend, feebly attempting to comfort him.

Now, two hours later, I was still doing the same thing. Jasper and I were up in my room, his head resting on my lap as I leaned against the headboard of my bed. I idly ran my fingers through his hair, a song I vaguely recognized to be by Green Day was lowly playing through my speakers. Every once in awhile Jasper would sigh, but besides that, he remained still and silent. I had barely been able to get two words out of him since we came up here but I welcomed the quiet, and I knew Jasper did too.

"I'm proud of you." I whispered a moment later, my voice cutting into the silence like a flashlight in a dark room.

For a few minutes the only thing that met my confession was the sound of Billie Joe Armstrong's voice, then he finally spoke.

"For what?" his voice was hoarse and it sounded like it physically pained him to speak but he showed no sign of emotion.

"Being strong."

"I'm not strong." he responded quickly, almost cutting my words off.

"Yes, you are."

"If I was strong I wouldn't be acting like a freaking baby right now."

I frowned at this, my hand pausing from brushing through is hair, "you're not acting like a baby."

"Well, you're sure treating me like one."

I blinked, "what?" I was completely confused now.

"You're talking to me like a child, comforting me like I'm five." The longer he talked, the sharper his tone got.

I swallowed, at a loss for words, "I'm.. sorry. I was just trying to help."

Jasper sat up, flashing me a glare, "well, maybe you should stop trying."

My mouth opened and closed, my mind drawing a complete blank.

"Honestly, why haven't you just given up on me yet?" he threw his hands up in desperation, standing up from my bed and facing me. His eyes demanded an answer.

I stuttered for a moment, hopelessly trying to gain my composure, "because," I started, gaining the courage to look him in the eyes, "because, I love you."

I prayed that the answer would sufice, but Jasper shook his head like the sentence I had just said meant nothing to him, like I meant nothing to him. He was acting like how he used to act at school. He pulled up the walls that I had so desperately been trying to take down, and just looked at me. His face was stony but his eyes held something I couldn't decipher.

"Stop," he spoke firmly, "stop loving me."

In that moment, he looked tortured. Completely and utterly lost, and confused, and so goddamn tortured that it broke my heart. His eyes were red, like he was trying to hold off tears.

"You're good for me Sam, but I'm so, so bad for you." His composure cracked slightly, his voice wobbling.

I stood up, taking a step towards him. He held out his arm, stopping me.

"Don't," he begged, "just..just don't."

I moved his arm aside and stood right in front of him. He closed his eyes, like he was trying to block me and the entire world out.