Rooming With the Jerk

Chapter 8

**•BLAKE'S POV•**

I woke up from my deep sleep to someone shouting.

"NO ROSIE! NO! IT'S NOT FAIR. NO!"

I jumped up. My heart pounding from the fright of Logan screaming. He continued to cry out. I ran to his room.

"Logan. Logan! LOGAN! Wake up!" He jumped up and squeezed my arm, panting and sweating. Tears running down his face.

"Shhhh. Calm down. Shh. Shh." It was dark and the only light shining on him and I was the dim moonlight.

"It's okay. It's alright." He still kept his grip on my arm, hyperventilating and trying to control his sobs. Small wisps of his hair stuck to his face, dampened from sweat. I took the sleeve of my sweater and wiped away the sweat and tears on his face and neck.

He pushed his head into my neck. Holding my arm tighter. I stroked his damp hair back and held him quietly as he tried to control his sobs.

"It's all my fault." He murmured desperately.

"What's all your fault." I reply sympathetically.

"She wouldn't have died if i didn't show her my stupid toy. I was such a dumb little kid! And now shes dead!" He said. His sobs starting to get heavy again.

"No, don't say that. That's not true. Your just blaming yourself don't say that."

His cries got louder and I could feel his tears as they ran down my shoulder.

"You need to calm down Logan. It's okay. Your sister is looking down on you and she doesn't want you to cry. She wants you to be happy. Do you think she wants to see you like this?"

He shook his head his breathe jumped as he tried to ease himself.

"Here lie down. I'm gonna go bring you some water." I walked out of the room and quickly got him a glass if water.

He gulped it down and ran his fingers through his hair. Still crying.

Seeing him like this made my heartache. For that matter, seeing ANYONE like this made my heartache. I had to be understanding and comforting for him and that's all I can do. But it made me want to cry seeing him like this.

I propped myself against the wall that Logan's bed was pressed against and he laid his head in my lap. With one hand i stroked his hair and he held my other hand tightly in his.

I didn't allow myself to fall asleep until i knew he was so that i would be there to comfort him. Soon enough, his sobs died down and his breathing pattern returned close to normal and then I allowed myself to doze off.

**MORNING**

10:08am

When I woke up, I still was in the same position I fell asleep in. Logans head in my lap. My class schedules were weird and I didn't have common cores and dance until about 3:00pm. I shifted positions a little and I think I woke up Logan. He started to twist and turn.

"Hey." He said turning to me groggily. His eyes were red and swollen and tears had dried on his face. He was still sticky from sweat and altogether, didn't look to well.

"Hey," I say beginning to stroke his damp hair.

"Thanks." He said quietly.

"Anytime."

"Ahh, god." He said putting his hands on his face.

"What."

"I cried like a baby in front of you."

"Everybody cries. Especially for certain things.." I say awkwardly.

"I just wish she wasn't gone, Blake." He says. His voice cracking.

"No no no. Don't get yourself all messed up again. Just calm down."

"It'a not FAIR." He spitted out. Jumping from the bed and pacing.

"It's not FUCKING FAIR!" He shouted picking up his desk chair and throwing it to the ground.

At that moment, I was genuinely scared. Not only was i scared for my safety, but for his too. Never, have I ever, seen someone so distraught. He looked crazy. He was breaking into a sweat again. Crying, panting, shouting. I put my hands over my mouth and froze with fear. He pushed all the items on his desk on the floor an flipped the desk. He walked over to a night stand which had pictures of him and his family and he smashed them to the ground. Glass flying in every direction. He stomped out of the room and I heard him throwing things.

"Logan stop. LOGAN STOP!" He stopped and looked at me angrily, but then his angry face turned soft

"I'm so sorry."

He pulled me into a hug and cried into my shoulder.

"It's alright .It's alright." I assure him running my fingers through his hair.

"She was picking me up from school. It was raining and I had this stupid toy i got from school. I told her to look and she did. She hydro planed into an intersection and a--" he stopped and weeped for a moment, "and a truck hit her side of the car. If I didn't show her that toy she would still be here today."

"Logan, its not your fault at all. It was raining! The ground was wet. The driver of the truck could have been drunk, or texting, or maybe he just wasn't looking. You cannot blame yourself for something you had no control over." He took a deep breathe.

"Lets get you cleaned up."

I guided him to my bathroom.

He took another deep breath and laughed at himself in the mirror,

"I look crazy." He laughed

"But your still hot!"

"I know. So are you." He says pulling me by the waist to stand beside him in the mirror.

"Pffft! I know. Now get washed up.

I leave him in the bathroom and go to his room. Which is trashed. Dang. Give that boy 10 seconds and he completely trashes his room. I sweeper the glass into a dustpan, put the desk upright, and the chair, picked up all the pictures that had fallen on to the ground and placed them back in the nightstand.

I walked over to his drawers and got his outfit. Black briefs, tan pants, and a white graphic tee that said rated r. And some black Toms from his closet.

"Okay! Here you are," I say handing him the clothes.

"I could have done this myself,"

"Mmm. Yeah, but the outfits i pick out for you are way sexier." I say scrunching up my nose.

He rolled his eyes and shut the door to take a shower.

I went to the kitchen and made French toast, bacon and chocolate chip muffins. Yum! I put all the food on the counter to cool and went to my room to get dressed. (I had taken a shower last night so i didn't take one now.) i put on my dance leotard and tights under my chiffon long sleeve white button up and my light wash skinny jeans so that I wouldn't need to change later on that day. I came back out and filled two plates with food.

"Well you look mighty fine." I say to Logan as he walks out of the room dressed.

He laughs at my remark and comes close to me, His blue golden eyes staring at mine. slowly, he inches closer to me until were practically touching.

"Thank you," He says in a low voice. I knew he wasn't talking about the compliment i had just given him.