Chapter 4

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Jakes POV

I tossed and turned and I couldn't seem to sleep. I sigh and sit up. I was laying on a blown up mattress on James and Chris's floor. I looked at my hands and in the dark I couldn't tell if they were shaking or not. I finally gave up and stood up. I looked over at James. He's snoring and his hands are over his head. And then I look at Chris. He's snoring as well and his hands are over his head as well. I sigh then stand.

I go to the door. Then I slowly open it and looked back to the boys. I smile when I see that they haven't woken up. I go into the hall and past Casey and I's room. The door was open and I couldn't see Casey. I scowl and go to the kitchen.

I walk in and stop to a halt. Casey's leaned over the fridge. I hold my breath. If I move he could hear me but if I don't he could see me. And I don't want to talk to him.

He spins and I gasp lightly. He the turns and sees me. His eyes widen and then his glaze hardens. He then looks down at his glass. I feel tears in my eyes and I look down.

"Just came to get a drink." I whisper and he moves so I don't touch him as I go bye. I feel his gaze burning into my back. I squint to keep myself from sobbing and bit my lip to hold back a sob.

I fill my glass carefully and I feel someone move. Then out of the corner of my I see Casey sit at the counter. He sips his glass and keeps his eyes on me. But the moment I glance at him he looks down. I sigh and set my glass down.

"I don't want to do this." I say to him finally looking at him directly. I'm speaking surprisingly well for someone who's about to cry. I grip my hands as I crack my knuckles. He sighs and looks up. He shakes his head.

"Me neither." His voice is a whisper and his eyes meet mine. I grip my glass and hope it doesn't break.

"I'm not apologizing." I whisper and he nods.

"I know. I wasn't gunna ask you too." His voice is still a whisper and when his first response isn't 'Sorry' I feel pain, but joy when it's not 'neither am I'. The room seems hot which is hit due to that fact that the air conditioning is on. Maybe it's just my nerves. We stay like that for what seems like forever but I know it's only been seconds.

"I'm sorry." He finally say and my head snaps so I can look at him. His eyes say he's sorry to. But I'm not sure if he's sorry that he upset me. Or sorry for what he said in general. But I don't wish to argue anymore. So I nod.

"Please come back up to our room. I- I can't sleep." He whispers. His face flushes and I smile faintly. I then nod. I'm not sure what to say.

"Yeah." I couldn't sleep either but I couldn't say that. What if he accused me of being gay? Then he really would disown me. I don't know what I would do. I would loose it. Casey's my best friend. My rock. My- my everything.

He slings an arm around my shoulder and I lean into him. He smiles and ruffles my hair. We slowly walk up the stairs like this, I don't know why he didn't move. I knew why I didn't. I was afraid that he would slip from my grasp and I would loose him, I know it sounds stupid but. I felt that way.

Wow. I really am whipped.

I crawled into my bed but was soon pulled out again. I gasped slightly and Casey smirked. I looked at him with a confused glance. He smiles and pulls me to his bed. My heart rate raises and my eyes widen. He laughs.

I lay in his bed and he puts his hands around my waist. I don't freeze but soon relax into his grasp. He places his head in the crook of my neck. His hot sleepy breath on my neck. How was I supposed to sleep like this?

"Your heart rates up." I chuckle and nod my head.

"I don't like fighting with you." I mumble and he hums. He kisses my neck and my heart rate goes up again.

"Go to sleep. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. Promise." I smile and nod. I feel happy and pull myself closer to him.

Promises are meant to be broken.

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A/N

Can you say foreshadowing? Yeah I can. I'm going to the book store this weekend!! Then going to some family thing. HATE. FAMILY. FUNCTIONS!

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