Afraid (Jack Gilinsky)

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Gilinsky's POV

She came over to me, giving me a quick hug, and walked out of the room. Silence. "Johnson," I said as he laid there thinking. "Yeah?" He responded.

"The reason I hang out with all those guys and shit is so I could avoid everyone and everything and just not be stepped all over, it wasn't because of you at all . Your my bestfriend-" I was going to continue until he started talking.

"Then why , why did you want to avoid everything and why the fuck was joining them an excuse? If I was your fucking bestfriend you would talk to me and want to hang out with me and tell me why this is all happening. BECAUSE THATS WHAT REAL BESTFRIENDS DO JACK, THEY DON'T LEAVE AND COME BACK WHEN YOUR DYING ON THE BEDROOM FLOOR!" he said basically screaming at me. I had no words, I stared at the floor as a few unmanly tears slipped from my eye and splashed onto the floor.

"Casey left , it may have been 7th grade but it was like when she left so did I. After that my home life went down hill , people would always ask me questions or baby me about everything and I didn't want that anymore ," I finally said to him , finally said to anyone other than my own thoughts.  I heard him take a deep breath and sigh, so I continued. "People were always scared and charmed by them and they never cared about anything so I was like might as well , I should've thought of you. That was one of the most selfish things I've ever done and I am so sorry," I said to him, opening to him more than I have to anyone in years.

He smiled at me nodding his head, "Good or bad , your always going to be my bestfriend Gilinsky." I smiled back at him, he unpaused the TV and we sat there in peace watching Ghost Adventures.

Casey's POV

It's been half an hour and I'm still walking around the town to find Nate's house , I think I'm lost. Oh, wait, no this is the street. I walked approximately 6 houses down and found his large home that still has me questioning how in the hell he even afforded it.

I walked up to the door and knocked , 30 seconds passed by and I knocked again. Finally someone opened the door, "Sorry little girl but we don't want your cookies," And the door shut again. "Hell no Maloley, open the god damn door before I climb up into one of those windows," I yelled at the door. Oh god I look crazy. "Your tiny, tiny legs along with you. You can't climb up there so ha," said the 'mystical' voice on the other side of the door.  So I kept knocking, well pounding on the door nonstop. I didn't realize someone had opened up the door until I heard , "Ow! God damn," as I accidentally punched Nate.

I laughed and kept mumbling 'sorry' over and over again for both the punch and laughing as he held his stomach. "Come in," he said.

"Okay Nate , where is he ?" I asked him as he closed the door. He held his chest in sarcasm as if he was taken back by the suddeness , "And I thought you came here for little ol' me." I shook my head and walked around the house, "Your the one who answered his phone , he's obviously here somewhere."

"Casey?" I heard the angelic soft voice from the staircase, "Nate told me you called and I would've been there but yo-" I ran up the stairs and hugged Sammy , I felt an instant relief once he held me and just stood there. No questions, nothing. I sniffled as my thoughts ran wild with everything thats happened in the past few days, I tried not to. I tried making it stop, but tears ran down my cheeks and onto Sam's shirt. "Hey hey, it's okay it's okay shhh," he said in my ear as he rocked my back and forth.

We heard a cough from the bottom of the staircase, I felt too embarrassed to look up. But i felt Sam do hand movements and footsteps move from downstairs off into somwhere else. He lifted my head up to look at him , "You see? This? If you ever need to run, run to me," he said kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes and nodded my head, taking deep breathes.

-one hour later-

"So Johnson tried to.." Sammy said intaking all the information I told him. "Yep, he's alone and its partially my fault," I said. He took my hand and held it, "It was never your fault, it was just everyone forgetting what was most important. Including me," he said sighing, "I grew up with him too, he's my brother. I never wanted him to feel that way." I kissed the top of his hand and we sat on the living room couch in silence.

"Gilinsky called you a whore?" Sammy questioned as if I was playing a sick joke. "Uh yeah, I mean I gu-" I started speaking until Sammy started talking again and by the looks of it , he wasn't that thrilled.

"How fucking dare he call you a whore when he can kiss and fuck any girl that will give him the time of day, and he think thats fucking normal but just because your a single girl and guys come onto you.." I was no longer listening , not that I don't care but I just stared at him. He gestured his hands in all different directions as he facial expressions kept changing. God he was a beautiful human being, I was smiling. By just looking at him. My mind once again detatched from my body as I leaned over and kissed him.

Sammy's POV

She kissed me, either she wasn't listening or wanted me to be quiet and drop it. But at that point , I didn't give a single shit. I kissed her back, gentle and slow. She moved closer toward me, placing her hand on the back of my neck. If this doesn't stop soon, I'm going to get too excited. But I felt as if it was kiss after kiss after kiss, like I couldn't stop. 

Johnson's POV

I paused the TV as I noticed Gilinsky looking off into space, thinking maybe a little too much. "You really like her, don't you?" I asked him. He looked at me as if I asked him what 2+2 was, "It feels as if I love her, but knowing what I've done to her and the fact that she is so happy with Sammy. Just has me thinking, could that have been me?" He confessed to me, looking like a love sick puppy.

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