Corbyn Besson's P.O.V.
I groaned, looking at the clock. 2am. I grabbed my phone, searching for Sam's contact.
Corbs 😎 - Sam, I can't sleep.
I already took my meds but it didn't help. I stared at the ceiling, watching the fan spin around. I sighed and put a pillow over my head. Just then, I heard a click. I removed the pillow, looking for the sound. I sighed, *It's probably just my mind laying tricks on me.* I was about to put the pillow on top of my head again when I heard it again. I scrunched my eyebrows, sitting up. Click. I looked to my window, standing up an walking over. I opened it, only to be hit by a pebble.
"Ow!" I groaned, rubbing my forehead. I looked down, seeing Sam smiling up at me.
"Jesus. Can't you knock like a normal person?" I asked as I opened the door for her, "Or is the word 'normal' not in your vocabulary?"
"Normal is boring." She shrugged, looking around the living room then making her way upstairs to my room.
"I'm sorry, you live here?"
"I'm about to." She said, jumping on my bed.
"Ugh." I groaned, laying under the covers. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Unfortunately, nothing's working.
"Are you gonna help me sleep or are you just gonna continue jumping on my bed?" I asked, irritated and grouchy because of the lack of sleep.
"Relax, Mr. Grouchy pants." She said, sitting beside me. She started humming and raking her hands through my hair, calming my senses.
"You try getting two hours of sleep in the past two days. You’d be grouchy too." I defended, but calmer this time. She chuckled, "If only you knew."
I felt more relaxed, the stress passing away. She grabbed her phone and started to play Ed Sheeran's songs. She continued to rake her fingers through my hair, making me relax more.
"Sam, you know, you're one of the best friends I've had." I mumbled, half asleep.
Samantha Johnson's P.O.V.
I smiled, "Well, thanks."
"I should be thanking you." He said, his eyelids dropping.
"Don't mention it." I chuckled, "Like, seriously. Don't. You're my friend and when I have a friend, I always got their back."
He lightly smiled before he finally fell asleep. I smiled before tucking him under the covers, ruffling his hair one last time. He begun to lightly snore and I grabbed my phone, pausing the song playing. I clicked my camera and took a picture of a sleeping Corbyn. I chuckled before putting the phone in my pocket. Well, I guess I should go. Out of nowhere, he woke up, "Jack wanted me to tell you something."
"What?" I asked, raising a brow. What's so important that he woke up so quickly?
"He wants me to tell you that in our junior year, he began to have feelings for you. You guys had a bunch of classes together but last year he was too scared to tell you cause he'd thought you would say no to him." He said, "He really likes you."
My lips parted as I looked at him intently. Jack. Feelings. Like. Junior year. My mind tried to process everything Corbyn just told me. Jack Robert Avery... Has feelings for me? I closed my lips then cleared my throat, "Get some sleep, Corbs."
"What are you going to do about it?" He asked, seeming concerned.
"Well..." I scratched the back of my neck, "Probably just talk to him tomorrow." Lie. I don't even know what I'm gonna do tomorrow. How should I even bring that up? 'Hey, Jack. I heard that you like me.'? I sighed before looking back at Corbyn. I smiled at him, "You get some sleep before I leave."
"Oh, come on. You have to talk to him. You can't just ignore the fact he has feelings for you." He said. You know that one gay best friend that has all the relationship knowledge and advice? Well, I have Corbyn. He got up from the bed, "And you know that I'm right. So do not argue with me."
"Corbyn, stop." I laughed, "First off, I came here to get you to sleep not for you to get me a boyfriend. Secondly, he's probably sleeping. Thirdly, and lastly," I paused, taking a deep breath and sitting down at his bed. I fiddled with my fingers, "I don't know, Corbs."
"Sleep doesn't matter now. I'll just drink some coffee. I'm not saying that you have to date him right now, but at least talk to him. Get to know him. Who knows, once you get to know him, the rumors spread around about him might not be true. Would you rather believe what other people say about him, or find out who the real Jack Robert Avery is?" He ranted.
"Okay, okay, chill." I said, raising my hand in defense as he looked down at me. I stood up, "How about this? You get some sleep and I'll talk to him tomorrow. Deal?"
"Okay." He agreed, then laid back down.
"I swear, Corbs. You're so stubborn." I muttered, shaking my head.
"Look who's talking." He rebutted.
"Get some sleep, jackass." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, shut up." He laughed.
"Mind if I sleep over? I don't feel like driving anymore."
"Sure." He got up to led me to the guest room. He designed it himself. He's really good at interior design.
"Thanks, Corbs." I said, jumping on the bed.
"No problem. There's some water in the mini fridge if you get thirsty. There's plain filtered water and sparkling fruit water and there's some glasses on the nightstand." He elaborated. I chuckled, "Goodniiiiight."
"Night." And he closed the door. Jack Robert Avery, see you tomorrow.
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