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" Come back!" Jackson cried.
" Jackson, I've been with you all damn day. Please can I take a shower!" I turned to him.
He pouted and looked at me, making me sigh. Lately Jackson has been very clingy. I don't know why. I mean yeah he's busy but I haven't seen him anywhere near music in the past week. He hasn't gone to practice, done any shows. Nothing. And yeah, it's kinda concerning.
" I'm sorry.."
I sighed and walked over, pulling him in for a hug.
" What will make you feel better?"
" I just wanna be near you.." He said.
" Well lemme take a shower and then we can watch a movie, OK?"
He nodded and let me go. I grabbed my clothes and walked out. But something caught my attention. A paper from the doctor. It was Jackson's.
" What is this..."
I picked it up and quickly read it so he wouldn't catch me.
We're sorry to say you were tested HIV positive.
That was all I could read. My heart dropped as I re read it. HIV??
" Y/N!" He yelled.
I dropped the paper, looking at him. He was obviously angry.
" I-"
" Why can't you mind your own business?!"
I was about to speak when he snatched the paper form the floor and walked out, slamming the door. Now he knows that whenever I try and talk and he cuts me off I'm pissed but..not now. Not when he has a legitimate reason to walk out on me.
I sat on the bed began to think how to talk to him. Then I thought....just go up to him.
I stood and walked out to the living room. There Jackson was, his head in hands, crying. I nibbled my bottom lip and walked over.
" Jackson... "
He didn't answer, he kept his head in his hands. I sat beside him, fiddling with my fingers.
" I'm sorry. " I said after a minuets of silence.
He looked up at me, sniffling. His eyes were puffy and red.
" I found out Tuesday....I wanted to tell you but-"
" It was wrong for me to look through your stuff. I had no business-"
" Its fine. Really. Your my wifey after all. " He chuckled.
I nodded and took his hands.
" How long? "
" They told me I've had it for 3 months. Thankfully. "
I tilted my head, confused.
" You don't have it. It's been-"
" Jackson your gonna fucking die! " I cried out.
He chuckled and looked down. I bit my lip hard and stood.
" If you die..then who will make me laugh? Who will I wake up to every day? " I cried, tears finally leaving my eyes.
He stood and pulled me in for a hug. I cried hard into his chest while he softly cried. His chest rose and fell fast while he sniffles a few times.
" I will always...always be here, OK? You don't have to physically see me to know that I love you. " He said, pulling me off him.
I wiped my eyes and nodded, not looking at him.
" Bebe, please look at me. Your hurting me when I can't look at you. " He chocked out.
I looked up at him, gulping. He smiled softly and wiped my eyes before saying,
