Jack Avery's P.O.V.
Sam drove back to the house after we shoot the mash up. The whole car ride was quiet. And the silence was killing me.
"Hey, Sam."
"Hm?"
"What did you and Corbyn talked about when you were at the house?" She kept her gaze at the road as her lips pursed. She opened her lips then closed them again. I just sighed, knowing this won't go anywhere.
"Just something about my parents."
"And?" I asked, curiosity overwhelming inside me. I know that she knows that I like her. But she doesn't know that I know about it.
"That's it." We got into the garage and got out of the car. I felt like there's something she's not telling me but I decided to shrug it off and ask about it later. We got to inside the house and the first thing she asked was, "You hungry?"
"No. I'm good." I said, going upstairs. I heard her sigh before she went to the kitchen. I laid on the bed in the guest room, taking out a necklace in my pocket. It was my mom's before she passed away. I heard a knock on the door before it was opened. Sam entered the room, looking at me, "You okay?"
"I guess..."
"'I guess'?" She repeated in a questioning tone as she sat beside me.
"I just miss my mom, is all..." I said, trailing off. She looked at me questioningly, "Where's your mom?"
"She's dead..." I managed to get out before I sniffled. Her eyes widen before she pull me to an embrace, "I'm sorry."
I sighed, "It's not your fault."
"Yeah, but..." She said, before running her fingers through my hair. I currently have my head on her lap as she continued to run her fingers through my curls. I wiped my eyes to keep the tears away. One thing my father always told me is that boys aren't supposed to cry, "But what?"
"I feel like I'm just making your life worse."
"No. You aren't. Don't say that." I said. She just looked at me straight in the eyes, dullness replacing the sparks that were once there. She sighed, "You got your reputation stained, you had a fight with your dad, and I reminded you of your mom. I'm just making it worse."
"I don't care about my reputation, or the fight with my dad. Those things don't matter to me." I said, making her stop raking her fingers through my hair.
"You can't just say that, Jack."
"What do you mean 'I can't just say that'? Cause I kind of just did." She let out a small smile before chuckling, "Always so stubborn."
That smile and chuckle? I love that. I smiled back at her, "Yeah, like you're one to talk? You're so much more stubborn than me."
"I've been told." We both chuckle at her statement. I smiled at her, making her tilt her head, "What?"
"What?" I asked her back. She raised a brow, "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Like what?" She just shook her head and raked her fingers through my hair again. I was getting a bit sleepy so I decided to ask before I forget tomorrow, "So, what did you and Corbyn talked about when I was gone?"
She scrunched her eyebrows, "I told you before. Just something about my parents."
I just sighed, her biting her lip. I scrunched mye eyebrows, "What about your parents?"
She shrugged, "Just something about why they're not always home."
"Oh." I said, "So why aren't they always at home?"
She shrugged, "They live in another country."
"Why?" I asked. She sighed, frustrated, "We got into an argument so I left. Haven't been in contact ever since."
"Oh. Sorry. I shouldn't have asked." She shrugged, "It's fine. You'll find out sooner, anyway."
I just looked at her, yet all she did was run her fingers through my hair. I tried my best to fight my sleep but to no avail. I yawned, "I love you, Sam."
My eyelids drop as I fell asleep.
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