Corbyn Besson's P.O.V.
"Hey, Corbs." Sam said, entering my bedroom through my window. I rolled my eyes, seeing that it's way past midnight.
"Hi." I said as she laid down on my bed. I sat up, "Is something wrong?"
"I don't know." She replied. I can hear the tiredness and sadness in her voice.
"You miss Jack?" She abruptly looked at me, "Of course, I do. I can't even last a day without thinking of him."
"He's miserable too." I said, quickly catching her attention, "He barely leaves the guest bedroom and when he does, he doesn't say much, just a couple of words. He's having trouble falling asleep every night. I know because when I do see him, he has dark circles under his eyes." Her eyes showed sadness, "He thinks I don't notice, but I do." I added, "He just wants to see you."
"What have I done?" She asked, sitting up and burying her head on her palms, "I'm so stupid."
"What do you mean?" I said, walking towards her. I grabbed her hand, "Sam, you aren't stupid."
"Yes, I am. I shouldn't have–This is–" She tried to explain but ended up shaking her head, tears in her eyes as she looked down, "I never should've done this. I never should've answered him. I should've just told him to find another girl."
"Why would you tell him to find another girl? He loves you and you love him. So much. Two flawed people make one beautiful individual. Jack started going to anger management therapy because he knows how much it hurts you too see him angry. Don't give up on this. Don't give up on him. Don't give up on you. Don't give up on your relationship with him. You make him so happy, even if he doesn't tell you. And I know he makes you happy too."
She was speechless after that, knowing that it was all true.
"Please." I added. She nodded, "I won't give up on him."
"Will you go talk to him?" I asked, hopeful.
"Maybe by the end of the week." I sighed, "The week ends tomorrow, Sam. Please. Just end the break now."
She kept quiet for awhile before she spoke, "Where is he?"
"The basement bedroom."
Jack Avery's P.O.V.
I sat on the bed, looking at the wall. Tomorrow. It's gonna be okay, Jack. All of this is gonna end by tomorrow. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I sighed, "Who is it?"
"Jack?" My head perked up as I heard her voice. Is that really... "It's me, Sam."
I turned slightly, Sam coming into my view. I glanced at my clock, "What are you doing here at two in the morning?"
She ignored my question, answering it with another question, "Why are you still up?"
"Because I can't sleep." I answered. She tilted her head, "Why not?"
"Because you're not next to me and it's all my fault." I said, putting my head on my hands. I felt her hand on my back, her presence near, "It's not your fault. It's mine."
I looked up, staring straight at her, "It's not your fault at all. It's mine. It's my fault that I'm a coward. That I'm so scared. I'm so fucking scared that I'll never be enough for you. I'm so scared that I shut people out. I'm so scared to love because I'm so afraid of getting hurt." She paused, taking a deep breath as tear stained her eyes, "Whenever we fight, I try to push you away because I don't want to keep on hurting you. I want you to be happy and to be taken care of. I keep on pushing you away because I keep on thinking that I'll never be enough for you. That maybe someday, someone better will come along. I want you to be happy, even if that happiness doesn't include me. I keep on pushing you away, but, the truth is, I don't want to lose you."
I grabbed her hand, "But, you make me happy."
"I give you pain."
"No, you don't." I said, looking her straight in the eyes, "And even if you did, I would endure the pain if it meant I could be with you for the rest of my life."
Tears started streaming down her face and I quickly got up, wiping them away, "Please don't cry."
My heart ached at the sight of her hurting. She wiped her tears furiously. "I love you."
"I love you too, Jack. I'm sorry for this."
"Don't apologize." I said, caressing her cheek. She placed her hands on top of mine, "Is the break over between us?"
She nodded, keeping her lips purse. I scrunched my eyebrows, "What's wrong?"
She wrapped her arms around my torso, burying her head on my chest, "I just miss you."
I hold her, smiling slightly, "Well, you don't have to miss me anymore."
She just nodded her head, gripping me tighter. I stroke her hair as she let out a breathe. She pulled away, grabbing my hand and leading me to bed, "You should get some sleep. You haven't been sleeping well ever since this break."
"Stay with me, please...?" I said, trailing off. Am I being needy? She smiled at me, "I don't plan on leaving."
I smiled back as we lay on the bed, her head laying on top of my chest, "I missed this."
"Me too." I said, stroking her hair again. She smiled, kissing my cheek, "Get some sleep."
I closed my eyes, feeling her snuggle closer to me.
I felt someone jumped on the bed. I opened my eyes, seeing Sam. I glanced at the clock, seeing that it's two in the afternoon. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. She looked at me, "Hey."
"Hi." I immediately put the pillows over my face because Sam opened the blinds, causing the sunlight to practically make me blind.
"Jack," she pulled on my arm, "Let's go home."
I groaned, before pulling her in. Since she doesn't weigh much, even though she eats a lot, she ended up laying in the bed. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face on her neck. "Five more minutes."
"Jackkkk." She whined.
"Whatttt?" I groaned, wanting nothing but to lay in bed. She mumbled a few things before saying, "Fine. Five minutes. But, then we're leaving. I think Corbyn and Dylan needs some private time for themselves."
"Yeah, okay. Let's go." I said, finally getting up. I wrapped an arm around her waist as we walked upstairs, only to find Corbyn and Dylan kissing on the couch. Sam cleared her throat, "So, we're just gonna go..."
Corbyn pulled away, "Okay. See you guys later."
"Thanks for letting me stay." I said, grabbing Sam's hand.
"No problem." Corbyn smiled.
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