Bro Code [JC CAYLEN]

Chapter 18

Marisa's POV

Its a long shot, but I have to try. I sat crisscross at the edge of the bed, and JC laid behind me.
"Baby, can I ask you something?" I turned off my phone screen, plopped my phone next to me and laid down to JC.
"Yeah," he watched the ceiling fan, and proceeded to put his arm around me without looking at me.
"Are you okay?" I turned my head over to face him.
"As long as I'm with you, I'll always be okay," he spoke, still with no eye contact.
Its been three weeks since the injury, and nothing is killing Kian and I more than the whole story to it.
"Don't worry curly, I won't leave you. But.."I tried to slowly work my way into the topic.
"Good, I don't know how I'd go on without you," he smiled, and rested his other hand on his chest.
"But," I softly whispered.
"I love you," he finally turned his head to face me.
I looked up and smiled. Dragging my hand up to his face, I traced his side profile with my index finger.
"I love you too," and I looked him in the eyes.
It was quiet, just the faint racking noise of the ceiling fan, filled the room.
"Why don't you ever talk about your boo boos?" I questioned as lightly as I can.
"You really wanna know?" He teased.
"Yes," I grasped his hand over his chest.
"Coz I don't really like them. They make me look like a wimp," he complained.
It was obvious I still wasn't gonna get a story out of it. It annoyed the hell out of me, and I couldn't take it. I just want to know who or what actually fucking did this. What he, she, or thing hurt who I love most. They hurt him so bad they locked his words in his mind, the scene in his thoughts, and he won't spill. Not to me, his love. Not to his best friends. Not to his fans. Not even to himself. I had to learn to just stuff it all down, mock his ways. But i refuse, and only in this moment will I play it off.
"Really? I think you look pretty badass. You look tough, not that you didn't before, but...you look like you can really beat the shit out of whoever messes with you," I laughed.
"I don't let haters get to me, I'd only fight for your protection," he winked.
"Yeah?" I acted surprised.
He raised an eyebrow and pulled his arm from around me. He slid his hand down to my lower back, and he leaned his entire body over me. I smirked, and rose my eyebrow to match his. I crossed my arms, and his lips crashed into mine. My eyes remained shut, my arms untangled and wrapped around his neck as I kissed him back. My hands made their way to his soft curls, and I raked my fingers through them over and over.
Minutes later he pulls away and smiles the biggest smile, revealing his pearly whites. The view was too beautiful to lose, so I pulled his head back with my hand and kissed him one more time before I let go.
"You're so damn beautiful," he bit his lip.
"You're no too shabby yourself," I scrunched my nose at him.
"Can we lay here forever," he laid beside me and closed his eyes.
"We can stay here for as long as you want. Cuddle buggy," I giggled at the little temporary nicknames I constantly give him.
I wrapped my arms around his torso, and embraced him with my eyes now shut. My thoughts lingered, I didn't get anything out of him, but I just can't get mad at it because I'm so in love. Love fixes what hurts, but its not fixing the start. I knew that later I'd have to tell Kian that its still a no go. We have nothing. I can see the disappointed look he gives every time I leave JC and shake my head no. He'll let out a loud sigh, run his hand through his hair, then rub his forehead and his mind will start to race. A moment of silence before he speaks "we have to keep trying". Its just JC has this powerful control on letting what we want, just slide, and we melt into his personality so deep we give up trying to get an explanation.