My Idiotic Roommates// Why Don't We

Eights: Memories

--Jack's POV--

after what happened yesterday, I found it hard to sleep and I bearly talked. I slept in Jea's bed with her like I did when I was younger and had troubles, I was up half the night. now, I lay on her bed staring up at the blank ceiling. I can hear they are already working on things, it's loud but I don't really want to go out there. all of the guys saw me break down and have no idea what was going on, I can't tell them.

I hear a soft knock on the door. the door creaks open, the light from outside Jea's dark room flooding in. I don't move but I can feel the bed sink next to me, it's too heavy to be Jea, I have a feeling it's Kyle. "Jea went out to get breakfast with Jonah and Cole," Kyle tells me

"Jea, Jonah and Cole?" I raise an eyebrow, though he can't actually see me.

"yep" he replies and the room falls into silence again. "so, how'd you sleep?"

"meh, I have up half the night and woke up like half an hour ago to all the banging" 

"we're taking down the kitchen and sorry for waking you up"

"it's fine"

"why didn't you come out?"

"I don't know. I mean, I never really show much emotion, especially not sadness or fear and then I just break down in front of all of them, it's not like I can tell them, I just want to forget it."

"they care about you Jack, they're all worried about you. you've found a good group of friends Jacks"

"yea, I have"

"you get dressed and do whatever you need" he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek then leaves. Kyle is like my brother, he has been like that ever since the four of us became close. maybe one day he will be my brother.

  I get up and walk into my room, to the right of hers. my double bed right in front of me, closet on my left, a window taking up the wall with a desk in front of it. the shelves and posters cover my mint walls. I pick the baseball up off my black laundry bin and flop onto my bed. I throw the ball up in the air and catching it, repeating my actions again.

i catch the ball in my right hand and throw it up again. I can hear my swivel chair as he spins around on it and move closer to my bedside. "don't you ever hit the roof with that thing?" he asks me

"I used to, I spend half my time doing this, I know how not it hit the roof" I reply

"I thought you spent half your time with me" he playfully frowns

"well, I do but I also do this just as much, you see me doing this all the time" I inform

"why?" he asks

"it's how I entertain myself" I reply. I throw the ball in the air but before it landed back in the air, he put his hand in the way catching it before I could. "hey" I whine pouting out my bottom lip, he hovers his head above mine.

"your so cute when you pout" he smiles with a light chuckle before attaching his lips to mine. his weight shifts from my chair onot my bed holding himself above me, I giggle into the kiss. he breaks the kiss and lets his weight fall on me.

"Oh, your so heavy" I complain trying to push him off me, he chuckles and roles off to lay beside. me

"your just weak"

"I am not weak"

I shake the memory out of my head and stand up. I put the ball on a shelf and open my close revealing the few clothes I left behind. I put on a pair of bike shorts, an old ACDC shirt, my black vans and threw my hair into a messy bun. I walk out of my room and into the kitchen, well, what's left of it. I see Zach swinging a hammer at the ends of the bench, that doesn't have a top.