The New Guy//roadtrip bxb

nine

tw // blood

I wouldn't change him for anything.

Brook's POV
I woke up with someone's arms around me, my face buried in their chest. I looked up to see a sleeping Jack. Man, I missed this. I buried my face back into his chest. I fell quickly back to sleep listening to the sound of his steady breathing.

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I woke up again sometime later, this time to no Jack. I really didn't want to be back to this. When I woke up earlier I was filled with hope that things would go back to normal, but all that was shit now. Maybe I'd just imagined it earlier.

Before I even realized it, I was crying. I really didn't want to lose Jack. My boyfriend. I didn't care about anything else, when I was with him, all the bad things seemed to go away.

I heard my door open and close, but I didn't look up.

"Good morning, sleepy," I heard him say. I looked up at him. "Hey, baby, what's wrong?" he asked, running over to me and pulling me into his chest. I loved this feeling. I'd missed it so much over the last few days. But still.

"No." I pushed him away with all the force I had. He ran into the wall.

"BROOK!" he screamed.

"No, no, no. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you, I do. I just needed you off of me."

"Well it worked, didn't it?" he yelled, storming out of my room.

Shit. What did I just do? I just fucked everything up again. Why am I like this?

Jack's POV
I ran to my room, unable to help the tears running down my face. I slammed my door and laid down on my bed, burying my face into the pillows.

Not even thirty seconds after, I heard my door open. "Go away!" I yelled, muffled slightly by the pillows.

"You looked upset. I want to know if you're okay," he said.

"You're the last person I want to see right now, Sonny," I tried to be as bitter as possible with my words.

"Why? What did I do?" he asked softly, sitting down on my bed. He was being too nice about this.

"Just go away!" I groaned, sitting up.

"Okay, I will," he said, not getting up. I gave him a questioning look. "But you have to tell me what I did wrong first."

I broke eye contact with him. I had to. I knew it wasn't his fault. It was mine. I fucked everything up with brook.

"I don't know." My voice cracked, and I hid my face in my hands, trying to hide the tears falling down my face.

"Come here," Sonny whispered, pulling me into his chest. "What happened? Why are you crying?"

"He hates me. He hates me and it's my fault. I thought it was yours, but it's not. It's mine, and I hate myself for it."

"You and Brook really need to learn to talk to each other, mate. He thinks you hate him. He's been crying for two days over it. And he doesn't hate you. He just wants you to talk to him," Sonny tells me.

"I'm so sorry. It's not your fault. And I was mad at you for taking him, but you didn't. I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay, mate," he said, wrapping his arms around my neck. "Jack? Why is your head bleeding?"

I reached my hand up to feel the back of my head. It was wet with blood. "Fucking Brooklyn!" I mumbled.

Sonny's POV
"Hang on, mate. Don't move. I'll be right back," I said, leaving to get stuff to clean up Jack's head. As soon as I left his room, though, I realized I didn't know where that would be. I made my way to Rye's room, not wanting Brook to question me about it. When I walked in I saw both Rye and Andy asleep, so I knew I'd have to ask Brook. I knocked on his door before walking in.

"Go away, Jack!" he yelled. Man, these two and their almost identical brains.

"Not Jack, mate."

"Don't care. Go away," he mumbled.

"Gladly. But I have a question first. Umm, where would I find stuff to clean up a cut?" I asked.

"Uugh!" Brook groaned, getting out of bed. I followed him to the bathroom, where he got stuff out of the cabinet.

"Here. Why do you need it?" he asked.

"Umm. No reason," I tried. I made to grab it, but he pulled away.

"Nope. Tell me," he said, holding the stuff just out of my reach.

"Jack," I whispered, as quietly as possible.

Brook's eyes got wide. "Fuck!" he shouted, dropping the stuff and running to Jack's room. Quickly, I picked it up and followed after him.

"Baby, no. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I love you. So much," Brook whispered, making to hold Jack.

"Fuck that, Brook. It wasn't an accident that you pushed me into the fucking wall. Just fuck off," Jack huffed.

"You did what, Brook?" I asked, shocked at what I'd just heard.

"It... It was an accident. I swear. I just... wasn't thinking and I... I'm just... I love you." Brook was full on bawling at this point.

"I said. Fuck. Off. Brook," Jack said, abnormally quiet.

"Brook, just give him space," I tried.

"Fine," he said, his voice breaking. He walked out of the room, tears streaming down his face.

"Why am I like this?" Jack sobbed. Back to sad instead of angry.

"Like what, Jackie?" I questioned, playing with his hair.

"Like, every time I talk to my boyfriend I hurt him?" he asked, slightly calmer, but not by much.

"Because you love him, and he loves you. You fight, but people only fight for things they care about," I told him, letting him cry onto my shoulder while I fixed his cut and bruised head.

995 words
sorry that this one's all over the place, but I wanted to make sure I got all of the emotions in it, from both Jack and Brook.

anyways, I had a weird revelation earlier. I just really love writing and I'm glad I get to do this, and interact with people who read this and relate to it and idk I'm rambling now, but anyways, hope you enjoyed this😂😂
~Soph