The New Guy//roadtrip bxb

seven

Jack seemed like he was getting at least a little more comfortable around Sonny, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was avoiding me.

Jack's POV
As I was able to talk to Sonny and get to know him more, I was a lot less nervous. As the night went on, we filmed a few things for the vlog, like the making each other laugh bit.

As much as I had been nervous about him coming to trial, I had gotten a lot more comfortable as the night went on. We had all been joking and laughing pretty much all night, and I'd gotten to know Sonny a lot better than I had before.

"Hey, Jack? Can we talk?" I heard Brook's soft voice from my doorway.

"Sure, Brooky. What's up?" I asked. He walked in and closed the door.

"I... ummm... I just... Do you hate me? Or are you just mad at me or something? It's okay if you are, I just want to know what I did because I have no idea and I-" I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his shoulders, burying my head in the crook of his neck.

"I love you, Brook. I'm not mad at you, and I definitely don't hate you," I said, muffled by his neck. We stayed like that for a few minutes.

"What made you think that, Brooky?" I asked.

"I just feel like you've been avoiding me since yesterday," he whispered, almost unhearable. I wrapped my arms even tighter around my boyfriend.

"I'm sorry. I'm a terrible boyfriend," I said.

"No. It's not your fault, Jack. I'm the one who was oversensitive about it," Brook said.

"No, babe. You're allowed to feel whatever you feel. I don't want to make you feel like you can't. Or make you feel bad in any way. I love you." My voice got softer as I said the last part.

"I love you, too," he whispered. "Can we cuddle? I'm tired of standing," he giggled.

"Of course, babe," I said, pulling away from the hug. I dragged him towards my bed, sitting down on the edge.

Before I knew what was happening, I was laying down on my back, with a Brooklyn on top of me, arms tight around my neck. "What was that, Brook?" I laughed.

"There was a spider. What was I supposed to do?" he asked innocently.

"I love you. So much," I said, snuggling into him further.

~~~

Later that day, after Brook and I had taken a long and much needed nap, we took Sonny in for his first studio session. We started recording Shawn Mendes If I Can't Have You. It was going to be the first cover Sonny was in with the rest of us.

Me, Brook, and Sonny were all messing around quite a bit, Randy becoming the responsible ones for awhile.

I had gotten back from going to the bathroom, and I came back to see Brook and Sonny cuddled up. None of the boys had seen me yet, and I heard Andy say, "Alright lovebirds, you better stop before Jack comes back." Immediately, they pulled apart from each other, like they'd been caught doing something wrong.

Seeing as none of the boys had seen me yet, I went back to the bathroom for a few minutes. I walked back into the room, acting as if nothing had happened. But, instead of going back to where I had been sitting next to Brook and Sonny, I sat on the opposite side of the room, as far away from the two of them as possible.

~~~

The next two days were chalk full of recording and filming covers with Sonny. Turns out, our first cover online with him would be Ed Sheeran and Justin Beiber's I Don't Care, not Shawn.

I'd spent as much time as possible with Rye and Andy, avoiding Sonny and Brook as much as I could. Since we were so busy, they didn't really think much of it. I would goof off with Rye a lot, or talk with Andy about what was going on, logistically, with the band. As soon as were done working, I went straight to bed. I'd hardly talked to Brook at all, and it was killing me. It's not like he'd noticed, though, as much time as he was spending with Sonny. I mean, he hadn't even tried to start a conversation with me.

It was now almost 9 in the morning, and I'd barely gotten any sleep in the last 24 hours. We'd just finished filming the music video for I Don't Care. I was laying in my bed, hoping to get at least a little sleep today. But I couldn't. Every time I was close to sleeping, I would think of Brook and Sonny that day on the couch at studio. I would think of how close they were, and how happy they both looked, and I wouldn't be able to sleep.

What if Sonny really did make him that happy?

What if I didn't make him happy anymore?

Would he be better off if with Sonny instead of me?

Brook's POV
Jack had continued to avoid me, even after he said he wasn't mad at me for anything. He wasn't talking to me, or being as close as he normally would. He spent all of his time with Rye and Andy, now. It's like he forgot I existed. Every time I tried to talk to him, he went off to talk with Andy.

Eventually, I just gave up and started hanging out with Sonny instead. I talked with him about what was going on with Jack, and he told me to give him space to work things out. He said after a few days, if Jack still wasn't back to normal, to talk to him about it. I agreed, but it was killing me not to talk to him. Not being close to him, physically and emotionally.

I loved him, and not having him was so hard.

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~Soph