𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 ✔ MAJOR EDITING

🎇Bonus Chapter 🎇

Jake Pov

Laying on my bed while watching Family Guy as I'm eating my pizza rolls. Brennen offers me if we could do a 'date' night. Kinda avoiding him because I think he's seeing another guy behind my back. Have no idea who it is since I didn't see his face but they were hugging. It makes me feel kinda like, I don't know... insecure? I know I shouldn't be though I couldn't help it. But sometimes I like to keep some things to myself, don't want annoyed anyone.

After everything, we have been through. After everything, I make every sacrifice for that man. The man I ever loved and understand me so much. He doesn't care if we opposites; he's loud and I'm quiet. He's confident and I'm shy. But it doesn't matter, I guess four years ( from tomorrow) have been going down the drain. Just want to lie down here and forget about it. Or wait until this vacation is over.

The door is open, quickly wipe my tears. Doesn't want him to worry because I don't feel like talking. I don't want to face him, since I'm not ready. He and I hardly ever fight but it doesn't mean we don't mean that we don't have many ups and downs. Well, in the past we did argue here and there but we never had any physical fights. Peeking to glance at someone who walked into my room but I realize... It's not Brennen.

"Hey, sweetpea." She sits down on the bed with her girlfriend and they face me. "I heard that you have a special day today. Today is your and Brennen's date night."

I shrugged before I placed my plate on the table right beside the bed. She has been my best friend, along with Shea as long as I could remember. We hardly ever saw Shea because she has offered to be a model in Paris. She did visit a couple of times but we have been very busy and kinda going on our ways of life.

"Colby told me what happened between you and Brennen, If it's not true..." She hesitate when she noticed the looked that I gave her but I quickly looked down. "IF it's not true, Brennen would never do that to you. He loves you. He's in love with you very much."

Well, if he did. He would tell me that sooner than later. I know, I know that I sound pitiful but overthinking some things, it makes me feel kinda... overwhelmed?

"You don't have to say anything if you don't feel like talking. If you feel like talking, I'm always here. Don't ever feel as if you're a burden because you're not. Just because I have a girlfriend, doesn't mean I don't care or be there for you any less." She smiled as she put her hand on my shoulder.

"If you guys want to spend together as friends, alone time. I'll give you guys some space. No big deal." Her girlfriend smiled.

Pulling them into a long hug and luckily they hug me back tightly. Putting my face squished into their shoulder, trying to calm down my anxiety.

At least I have a sweet and caring friend(s) who at least understands me. Someone is so patient with me even if I don't feel like talking. I appreciate it if she's trying to cheer me up or trying to get when I 'miss' a special date with Brennen on our anniversary.

"Alright, sweetpea." She pulled away and held my cheeks as I tried to calm down. Attempting not to cry... again because I don't want to look like a mess for my date. Don't want Brennen to worry about me.

"Why don't you take a shower, and put on some nice and clean clothes that I picked out for you? Okay?" Her girlfriend said.

I nodded. "Okay," I whisper before they scooch backward for giving me some space as I start climbing off my bed.

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Stepping out of my bathroom I have one towel in for drying off my hair and the other around my waist. Let the bathroom door open, so the cool air gets rid of the steam. Feeling fresh after getting rid of smells like pizza rolls and dry tears. Maybe, she's right. Possibly, Brennen doesn't cheat on me; perhaps I could be overreacting. If I go on the date with the love of my life, maybe I can let him explain. Always hate to be that type of boyfriend who won't talk to his partner and always assumes that they did something wrong.