The New Guy//roadtrip bxb

twelve

I internally scolded my stomach for flipping when he laid his head on top of mine. I was dating Brook, I couldn't be feeling like this.

Brook's POV
I woke up, remembering every single detail of what happened earlier today. Jack and me fighting. Me shoving Jack. Him yelling at me. The hurt in his voice. Him cuddling with Sonny. Me falling asleep to my own crying instead of my boyfriend's heartbeat.

I sat up, determined to talk to Jack before I did anything else. I walked into his room, finding it empty. I tried Sonny's next, thankful to not see him there. I looked in both Andy's and Rye's, seeing nobody in either. I figured they were all downstairs.

I walked down there, knowing that's where they were when I heard the giggling and laughing. I walked in to see that Randy were cuddled up being the cute couple they were. Jack and Sonny sat next to them, Jack's head resting on Sonny's shoulder. As soon as they all saw me, the laughter stopped, and Jack's head shot up off of Sonny, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Hey guys," I said quietly.

"Hey, Brook," Andy said, after awhile of silence from everyone else.

"Hey, Jack, can we talk?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure, I guess," he replied, getting up and following me upstairs to his room.

"What's up?" he asked, even though we both know he already knew.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You tell me, Brook," he said, frustrated, but calm.

"How? How am I supposed to tell you when you were the one ignoring me?" I asked.

"I can tell you why I was ignoring you, but I can't tell you what happened today, because genuinely, I have no idea," he said, hurt in his voice and all across his face.

"Okay, start with that, then."

"I was jealous, Brook. You spent every waking second with him. I couldn't take it, so I stopped being around it."

"Who?" I asked, though I was pretty sure I already knew.

"Don't pull that shit, Brooklyn. You know damn well who!" he yelled.

"Then you should've just talked to me, Jack. We could've avoided this whole thing!" I yelled back.

"Right. If only I would've talked to you about being jealous when you literally never left the side of who I was jealous of!"

"You could've talked to me last night," I tried.

"We were recording and filming literally all day until fucking nine this morning, Brook!" he got louder, and impossibly more hurt.

"Then why not after?" Then it dawned on me. "Oh," I said, quietly.

"Oh is fucking right. What do you think I was doing this morning, Brooklyn? Surely not asking to be shoved into a fucking wall, but look where the fuck that got us!" he screamed, storming out of his room, slamming the door on his way out.

I sat dumbfounded for a second, before jumping up and running out of the room and down the stairs after him. I got to the bottom just in time to see the front door close, knowing if he was mad enough to leave the house, he needed space.

I walked into the living room/kitchen area to see Rye and Sonny sitting there. "Andy went after him," Rye said, deadpan.

"I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. I'm such a fucking idiot," I said over and over.

"Yeah, pretty much," Rye said, brushing past me, going upstairs.

"No. No this isn't happening. God, I'm such a fucking IDIOT!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

"Hey come here, calm down," Sonny said, pulling me into a hug.

"No. It's your fucking fault," I said shoving him away from me. Why hadn't I learned to stop doing that yet.

"Shit. Fuck. Sorry. Fuck. Shit."

"Calm down, Brook. While I'm not okay with you shoving me to the ground, I get it. Heightened emotions and all. Just glad I don't have a gash on the back of my head."

I screamed again, this time not forming words, having forgotten that I hurt Jack that badly.

Sonny stepped closer to me, and I let him, until I was, again, being hugged by him. "I'm sorry. It's not your fault. It's mine. I should've listened to him sooner. And not shoved him into the wall," I sobbed into Sonny's chest as he rubbed my back. It was comforting. Not as comforting as Jack, of course, but it helped.

Andy's POV
I hate running. But I had to, if I was going to catch up to Jack. Me, Rye, and Sonny didn't talk at all while Jack and Brook fought. We were too busy eavesdropping on their extremely loud yelling. As soon as I heard Jack's door slam, I was up and ready to follow him to wherever he went.

What I wasn't prepared for was him running straight off, and running all the way to a park that I hadn't even known existed.

Eventually, he just sat on a bench, looking at all the little kids playing on the equipment. I took this as a chance to catch my breath, just in case he made a run for it again once he saw I followed him.

"Hey Jacky," I said, walking up to him once I could breathe again.

"GO THE FUCK AWA- oh hey, And," he said, once he realized it was me.

"You really think Brook would've followed you after all that?" I asked.

"Did you all hear? Were we that loud?" I just nodded. "Oh. Well, to be fair, I totally thought it was Sonny who followed me. Honestly, you're the only one I'm okay with seeing right now," he told me.

"Why not Sonny?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"He just makes everything else so much more confusing and complicated. If it weren't for him, I probably would've forgiven Brook by now. Hell, if it wasn't for him none of this would've happened to begin with. I'm not saying it's his fault. Not at all. I'm just confused about what I feel for him," Jack said.

"No, I understand what you mean, Jackie," I told him, pulling him in for a hug. He pulled away after awhile, resting his head on my shoulder. We stayed like that, in complete, comfortable silence.

"Do you wanna go back?" I asked after awhile.

"No," he answered. So we didn't. We stayed there, exactly like that.

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some fluff cuz they're cute
~Soph