American Boy (Tracob) [COMPLETED]

twenty six

troye's pov

"jacob! come here i cant reach the pan!" i shouted for jacob, as i stretched up to the cupboard.

"you are, too adorable." jacob said as he walked in. he grabbed ahold of my waist. he hugged me from behind and began rocking us slightly. he put his chin on my shoulder.

"i called you over to get a pan, not to cuddle." i chuckled.

"why cant we cuddle?" he whispered.

"because i was going to make- okay why not." i turned around in his arms and smiled. we walked to the couch and he layed down on the couch and i layed next to him his arm wrapped around my waist and mine under him and he pulled me closer to him. my head is on his chest and my other arm is holding onto his lower waist.

"i love you so much." he whispered, and kissed the top of my head.

"i love you so much too." i smiled.

i opened my eyes quickly and sat up. i looked around the dark room and realized it was just a dream. i covered my face with my hands and felt like i was going to cry. wow i cry alot.

i managed to keep my tears in, and i stood up from my bed. i walked out of my room slowly.

i walked to nicole and emilys room and softly knocked on their door, but no response.

i walked into the living room and sat on the couch. i looked at the framed picture of me and jacob hugging on the side table. i picked it up and began to slowly stroke the glass. i sighed and put down the photo. i walked back to my room and grabbed my phone. i sat on my bed.

me: connah? are you awake?

connah: yeah i am are you okay?

me: yeah im okay, i just am not feeling well and i was wondering if you'd like to come over? even though its 3am..

connah: yeah i'll come over :)

me: cool..

i locked my phone and walked back into the living room and turned on the lights in there. i sat on the couch while i waited for connor. 

there was a soft knock on the door, and i walked slowly to the door, and opened it and saw connah.

"hi." he smiled soflty.

"hey." i let him inside.

we sat down on the couch.

"so.. is everything okay? why is there a bandage on wrapped around your head?" connah asked.

"i uh, i bashed my head on a mirror..." 

"are you serious? why would you do that?" he asked.

"i-i didnt mean to.." 

"well i know for sure you didnt fall or anything that could be used as an excuse as an accident.."connah said.

"i was upset."

"arent you now?"

"im 'depressed.'" i said with finger quotes.

"theres a difference, but i still dont believe i am." i said.

"troye the doctor wouldnt just lie to you or anything.."

"i know.."

"i am i guess...." 

i sighed and looked at my lap.

"dont cry. things will get better." connor comforted me.

"will they?" i asked, and looked up, and tears were already falling down my face.

"yes. i promise you." he said.

"what if that promise is broken?" i asked.

"it wont." he assured.

i hid my face in my hands as i cried silently.

***

two weeks later

i cant deal with this anymore.

bahaha sorry that its so dramatic, lol but i shouldnt apoligize yet bc it gets even more dramatic in the next chapter which is going to be a longer one so ye..