The next day was spent sleeping until 3pm and eating. All of the boys felt a weight lifted off their shoulders, except Andy. He had been diagnosed with anxiety not long after he had turned 20, and the relief he felt could be outsold by nothing. There was finally an explanation as to why he never wanted to go out, why he was all shaking knees and weak arms. All his life he had felt different to everyone, always worrying about the smallest details. He would count his money at least 6 or 7 times before paying, just to be sure. All the checking had exhausted him, but he had never known it was an actual disorder until he hadn't left his room for weeks, and his mum had simply had enough. They went to the local medical practise together, and left with a new label for Andy : anxiety.
No one knew. And he would like to keep it that way because he could handle it.
It was around 7pm and each boy was in their respective room after a long and tiring gym session. They had all felt better today, because there was no ticking time bomb and Rye had agreed to cook dinner for everyone. He realised the time and went to the kitchen, seeing Mikey watching what looked like Gilmore Girls on his laptop, and Andy was snuggled into his bed, asleep. Rye quietly began making the meal, so he wouldn't wake Andy up. Rye knew he needed the sleep.
So as Mikey was immersed in the world of Stars Hollow, Rye was doing his best at making pasta, and Andy was in dreamland, we now go to the Jacklyn room. Both Brook and Jack hadn't really had a chance to rehash the events of the day before, both needing to take in the changes that had been made, and the emotions let loose. They had spoken only in soft words to each other from their beds, an occasional "You okay?" or " You hungry mate?"
Jack was on his phone, just messing around with different apps and playing a few games. Brooklyn however, was lying back in his bed with his face in his hands just thinking everything through, thinking about how he was mostly the cause of all the arguments. He thought back to weeks before, when it had all began.
"Jack mate I'm not looking to fight here, but you can't just leave cups sitting everywhere in our room, nearly knocked one over just then" said Brook with an air of annoyance to his voice.
"Hmm? Oh I'll do it in a minute" said Jack airily, as if he could be more interested in literally anything else.
Brook jumped down off his bed with his arms folded and a furious look on his face. He was sick of this. Jack never listened.
"Jack. Lift it now and while your at it sort out that fucking pile of clothes over there, get them put away we have drawers for reason." Brook spat at Jack, making him give Brook a dirty look as he picked up 7 different glasses and cups and began to make his way to the kitchen when-
BANG! SMASH! the cups lost their balance and they all fell to the ground, smashing into pieces. Jack just groaned and started picking it all up carefully, but this was the last straw for Brook.
"JACK ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW LIKE FOR REAL MATE CAN YOU NOT BE CAREFUL FOR ONE SECOND WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE LIKE SERIOUSLY FUCK OFF BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM THIS IS MY ROOM TOO YOU KNOW BUT SURE YOU'RE JUST SELFISH AREN'T YOU" Brook screamed at Jack, lost in his anger he did not see Jack's hurt eyes or the vulnerability that passed over his face. Brook pushed past him and into the bathroom, where he cried out of frustration. Jack cleaned up the mess, went to see Rye, and then he cried when Rye said it was all his fault.
Brook felt like he had to say something about it, because he never had apologised to Jack. They could trust each other, they knew that, but sometimes it felt like there was a wedge between them. Brooklyn realised he was the wedge. Him and his temper, and how he can never let anyone get close because people can leave so easily. He suddenly felt very sorry for himself, and sorry for Jack. He curled into himself above an oblivious Jack, and in true Brooklyn fashion, he let a few tears slip down his cheeks.
After their conversation last night, he no longer felt the need to cry by himself. He hopped off his bunk, shocking Jack, who jumped but didn't turn around.
"J-Jack?" Brooklyn said slowly and shakily. Jack whipped round at the sound of his voice and took one look at the older boy, sat up on his bad and patted the space beside him.
Brooklyn almost stopped himself, not wanting to reopen old wounds. But Jack's honest and worried eyes bore into him as he sat down beside him, and Brooklyn knew that he couldn't lie.
"I just-, I never said sorry for all the times I shouted at you. And I am. Sorry I mean. I never meant any of it" Brooklyn said, taking little shuddering breaths in between each pause. Jack just nodded along, knowing he would get his turn to speak soon.
"I guess I'm just worried you will like hate me forever now because we never got talking much last night, and I feel like I've really lost a friend and maybe you're just putting up with me for now, because I'm not the best singer or the best looking and all the fighting was my fault I just thought you would all get sick of me." Brook finished, looking up to see tears in Jack's eyes.
Jack sighed and began to talk, "Brook I would never hate you, you're my best mate and we need to be open with each other, you can't just go around holding all this worry and doubt in, because it'll make you miserable, which evidently it was been doing" Jack was making Brooklyn realise it had all been in his head.
"I suppose you're right, but it's been hurting all of us. Poor Andy has been getting worse and we all haven't noticed because we've been too busy fighting, and Jack- I,- I feel so guilty. It's like I'm responsible for all of it. I started it with calling you selfish, which you aren't by the way, you're one of the most patient and caring people I know, like you're sitting here listening to me whine when-"
Jack interrupted," You're not whining if it's hurting you. You an always talk to me, we don't want you feeling lonely anymore, maybe you should stop worrying about Andy and worry about yourself. And blaming yourself isn't the answer when we've all fought with each other, if you need forgiveness, I can give that to you, okay? You're forgiven."
Brook felt overwhelmed by Jack's response, they hadn't had a heart to heart like this since,, Brooklyn couldn't remember when. But he knew he didn't just need a friend, he needed Jack's heartfelt and meaningful words, just to remind him that he was human.
Jack wordlessly engulfed Brooklyn in a hug, who gladly accepted it, pulling Jack closer to him, as if he would never let him go, and maybe he wouldn't. They just sat there, comforted by each other's embrace for a while, enjoying the fact they loved each other more than ever in that moment.
"I love you" Brooklyn said, the words muffled into Jack's shoulder.
"I love you too" replied Jack, loud as the morning and clear as day.
They both smiled into the embrace, glad to have each other through all the trials life throws at them, happy to stay there forever. Before this, Jack would've said he didn't have a soulmate. But now he would whisper and answer with one word, one name:
Brooklyn
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Oof so i liked this thought id let you all know how jacklyn are getting on in this randy romance story, idk if i should make jacklyn canon tho also dw harvey and mikey r bffs in this and harvey gets back in cp8, let me know about jacklyn also itll all be very andy from here, hope u liked it x
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Remedy (Randy)
RomanceAndy Fowler is broken, but maybe his remedy is right in front of him
