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A/N:well uh this came out sooner than expected but nonetheless Jake's part yayayyayyy! Here's some more food while I work on the smut shots and the epilogue for this :3 also I am gonna edit Sean's POV to have a little more detail since this one was a bit more detailed.
I shot up, staring at the door. Having the urge to turn off the lights and sprint to duck behind the couch, like when I was a child. But I didn't, and the person knocked again. I inhaled then exhaled, gaining the confidence to get up. 'Milo probably forgot something!', I told myself as I got up and walked towards the door. Something in the back of my mind told me not to open it, yet I didn't listen. "Milo, did you leave..some..thing..", I froze, slowly continuing my sentence.
Now I know why it was telling me to not open it
There was..Sean, the guy of my dreams and nightmares. The guy I had hurt and was worried to even talk to anymore. And he was here.
Standing on my porch.
He looked kind of shocked when I opened the door. Like he wasn't expecting me to actually open it. He even looked like he was about to leave. He had his usual attire, just ditching the headphones that were resting on his neck and wore black pants instead of the dark blue ones.
I couldn't speak. I just couldn't even say anything at all. I didn't want to even look at him, not without all of those memories and regrets flooding back, not after what I said and did to him, to the club, to Hailey. I looked at him one last time and I turned away to close the door or at least, tried to. I whimpered, making a noise almost similar to a silent sob. I could feel myself about to cry, right then and there. I was startled when I felt somebody holding open the door.
I turned back and was startled to see that Sean had caught the door before it closed. "Jake..", he said. "Can we please talk..?", he asked gently. He wanted to talk? To me? Me? I started at the floor but eventually I saw him let go of the door and I opened it again. I took another look at him before moving aside. "Come in..", I mutter. My mind screaming at me to not let him in. He mumbled something but I didn't care. I turned around slightly to see him looking around, especially at my family portraits and pictures. He looked very cute. NO! Focus Jake.
"Let's go up to my room.", I say, walking up my stairs. He followed behind. I opened my room's door, letting him inside and apologized for the mess, closing the door but not all the way since I didn't hear a click. I sat on my bed motioning him to sit next to me. He does. It was a very awkward silence. I opened my mouth to say.. anything really, wanted to ask him why he was here, or what he wanted. But nothing came out, so I kept my mouth shut. He spoke first, "Jake about the..", he paused. "About the recording-"
Oh. That.
"What about it?", I asked, interrupting him. I wouldn't normally do that but I really, really, really, really, didn't want to drag in about that. If he was gonna talk about that, he should get to the point about it. He stayed silent, so I turned to face him. "What..about it, Sean?", I repeat my voice louder. He winced and looked away, and the look he had..That probably broke another piece of my heart. I could hear the words replaying in my head again. I could hear my "friends'" words and the pressure I felt from them.
