Jonah Marais' P.O.V.
We were currently in the mall, just walking around and buying things that we might need. I was holding Leia's hand as we walked, "You guys hungry?"
"I could eat." Leia said.
"I'm starving!" Corbyn said. The guys laughed before agreeing.
"Corbyn, you're always hungry." Jack said as we walked to a food shop. I didn't quite saw the name because I was talking to the guys.
"Nobody's asking you, George Washington." Corbyn sassed, entering the food shop.
Jack rolled his eyes, making Leia chuckle, "Ladies, ladies. Break it up. You're both pretty."
We just laughed at that one as Jack entered the shop with an annoyed look.
"Nice, Lei." Daniel patted her back, "Thanks."
Daniel entered and we all followed and sat on a booth. We looked at the menu, deciding on our food. Soon enough, the waitress came over and asked us our orders and we gave them to her, "That'll take about... twenty minutes, tops."
We just nod and she walked away. I placed my forearm on the table, leaning in, "So, what's the plan after this?"
Leia shrugged and I looked at the others. Sam raised a brow, "Arcade or movies?"
"Movies." Leia chose.
"Alrighty then." The food came and we ate as we talked.
Jack Avery's P.O.V.
I was eating my food when my phone vibrated. I wiped my lips before grabbing it, seeing that it's my mom, "Buna mama."
I chuckled as she told me her problem. She can't work her new laptop. I explained to her in Romanian, telling her the instructions. A few minutes later, I got off the phone and noticed the guys look at me weirdly, "What?"
"You speak Romanian?" Daniel asked.
"Yes. My mom's Romanian and she doesn't speak English." I answered.
"So, your dad's English, right?" Zach asked
"Yes." I answered. Underneath the table, I felt Sam grabbed my hand. She's not really one for PDA. I smiled, "Why do you ask if my dad is English?"
"Nothing, nothing." Zach said, shaking his head. I just smiled, rubbing my thumb on her hand underneath the table. I looked at Sam and she just replied with a sheepish smile. I leaned over, whispering to her, "Is something wrong?"
She shook her head lightly, "I just like holding your hand."
I smiled and we finished eating. We stood up, Sam letting my hand go and we walked out of the shop, Jonah suggesting that he pays the bill.
***
I was cuddling Sam when my head felt like it was being hammered, "Baby, my head hurts."
I buried my head on her shoulder, my head throbbing, "I'll get some painkillers."
"Okay." She gently laid me on the bed before getting out of the room and coming back with some painkillers and a glass of water, "Baby, sit up."
I sat up and she handed me the painkillers and the glass of water. I took the painkiller and drank it, drinking some water to push it. I handed it back to her and she grabbed it, "Thanks."
"I'm sorry..." I said, making her raise a brow as she put the medicine and glass on the bedside table, "Sorry for what?"
"That you have to take care of me." I said, not used to people taking care of me. Back then, I took care of myself and Isla for years. She just smiled at me, "Jack, you don't need to be sorry. It's okay to be taken care of."
"I guess so. I'm just not used to it." I admitted. She just gave me a smile, sitting beside me and running her hands gently on my hair, "It's okay, Jacky. You don't always need to be strong."
"It feels like I do. For Isla, for you, and maybe even for myself. Cause having to be strong has been most of my life. It's all I've really known so it's become a habit that I just can't seem to get rid of."
She sighed, hugging me, rocking us side to side, "Jack, it's okay not to always be strong. It's okay to fall apart from time to time. It's okay not to be okay." She soothed, rubbing my shoulders. I sniffled, remembering the last time I cried. I was just nine and my mom died. On instinct, I wiped away the tears to keep myself from crying. She grabbed my hand and looked at me, "Jack... Let go." She kissed my forehead, "It's okay to cry."
I began to cry, harder than I ever had. All throughout my breakdown, she held me, rubbing my arm and back while whispering soothing words. This is one of the things I love about her. I sobbed and she just let me cry on her. An hour passed and I finally stopped, though, I feel drained, "I'm tired... And I'm sorry."
She looked at me with sympathy, "Just rest, Jack. And, please. Stop saying sorry."
I nodded, "Okay..."
She smiled, kissing my forehead, "Now get some rest."
I nodded and closed my eyes.
Corbyn Besson's P.O.V.
Corbs 😎 - Hey, do you and Jack wanna hang out?"
Sam 😈 - Can't. He's tired. Maybe next time?
I scrunched my eyebrow due to her reply,
Corbs 😎 - Is something wrong? Is Jack okay? Are you okay?
Sam 😈 - Uh, yeah. Jack just had a headache and an emotional breakdown so I told him to rest
Corbs 😎 - oh...well jack left his essential oils diffuser at my house want me to come and drop it off?
Sam 😈 - If it's not that much trouble.
I dressed quietly because Dylan is still sleeping in the bed. I put on one of his hoodies which almost swallowed me. Literally. I put my socks and shoes on, grabbing Jack's forgotten item and heading to Sam's house. I stopped at a red light, turning the radio on. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, the pattern the same as the beat of the music. I sighed as I wait for the red light. Just then, it turned green and I put my foot on the pedal. I get to Sam's house and I parked, getting out and quietly knocking on the door. Seconds later, the door opened to Sam in one of Jack's hoodies, "Hey."
"Hey." She stepped to the side, letting me in. I got in, sitting on the sofa as I hand her essential oils diffuser. She grabbed it, thanking me and putting it away.
"So, how's he doing?" I asked when she sat beside me, "He's still resting. Just hope he'll feel better soon."
"Me too. Maybe, you and him should go on vacation somewhere. To help him relax."
"Well, that isn't such a bad idea." I nodded, "I'll tell him that when he wakes up."
"Okay, well, I should get going." I said, standing up.
"See you, Corbs." Sam said once we were at the door.
I nodded, "See you."
I left and drove home. I got back to the house and went directly straight to our bedroom. I walked in, seeing Dylan still asleep, "Aww."
I got into more comfortable clothes before snuggling next to Dylan, who, on instinct, wrapped one of his arms around me. I smiled, drawing small shapes on Dylan's arm. He just pulled me closer, burying his head on the crook of my neck, "I missed you."
I smiled, "Hi, baby. I didn't know you were awake."
"I'm not. I'm half-asleep. Where were you?"
"I was dropping something off at Sam's house that Jack left here."
"Oh." He nuzzled his nose on my neck, burying his face. We cuddled and relaxed, falling asleep in each other's embrace.
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