Shipwrecked (Lawlorff)

XXXVI

(Sam's POV)

"Seriously, Kian. Did Trevor look like he did that on purpose to you?" I say in anger as I drip off the water from my shirt into the sink in our hotel room. Kian rummages through my suitcase and manages to pull out a tanktop I haven't already worn on the tour. 

"Just leave it alone, Sam. I'm sure Trevor would never do anything to hurt you, baby." Kian says as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck softly. He throws the shirt onto the table and I grab it. He snatches my hand away.

"Sammy..I'd rather you kept your shirt off for a little while longer."

I turn to face him and he's doing a puppy dog begging face. I melt instantly and stand up tall to kiss him.

"Anything for you, Kian." I flirt and start pulling his shirt up as well. He assists me and tosses it off and we kiss on and off catching breath as he pulls me to the bed, unbuttoning his jeans as we kiss. 

He trips on an empty water bottle on the floor and falls onto the bed, with me falling down on his chest. He bursts out laughing.

"We need to clean this place up," he jokes.

I kiss his neck and make my way up to his jaw. 

"Let's just put it off for now," I say, pinning him back down on the bed.

He nods and kisses me and pulls my body on top of his and begins kissing my neck.

I have the best boyfriend in the world.

(Jc's POV)

Sam and Kian haven't come back down in around fifteen minutes, and they were supposed to be just getting Sam a fresh shirt. This is why I don't like their relationship. They're so in love it hurts me. I was falling for Matt. He left me. Hell, Sam and Kian are probably fucking up in their room and I'm all alone. Motherfucking alone. 

Suddenly Matt comes strolling across the dock and to the gate with his arm around someone. A GIRL. 

No, not just a girl. Lindsay - Fucking - Demeola, that's who.

She smirks at me and raises one eyebrow and playfully kisses Matt on the cheek. He's laughing and they walk off the boat and to the main land. 

Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck them both. Everything is shitty and I don't know why.

Fuck it. I know why.

Matt hates me and I love him and now he's with Lindsay. Literally of all people, he's with Lindsay.

And that relationship just sprung itself on us so suddenly, I mean, Matt broke up with me this morning. Does that mean that he's already moved on?! 

Should I have moved on?

I can't move on, I still like him. Fuck, I might even love him.

Did he even love me? Did he even like me??

What if it was all a joke to him? What if he couldn't have cared less about me? 

All this overthinking is too much. 

Suddenly, I fall and crash down into the wet and cold ocean.

(Ricky's POV)

"JC!" I yell, running to the edge of the boat where he just fell off. He was following Matt like a lost puppy and then, splash, he hit the water. Did he even realize that he was walking? Did he know that he was even following Matt? I mean, I can't blame him, he's in love with someone that doesn't love him back.. I am far too familiar with the feeling. 

Trevor helps me pull Jc out of the water and he is suddenly alert and shocked. 

"What the hell happened?!" he yells, soaking wet inbetween coughing up water.

"You fell off the boat!" I yell.

How could he not know what happened?

Connor runs up and puts a towel around Jc. 

"Oh my god, Jc. Are you okay?" he asks attentively.

Jc nods slightly, but his lips turn to a shade of blue that is the lightest of which and he begins shaking in desperation for heat.

Connor helps him get up and takes him towards the elevators, where he can travel up to his room and finally get warmth. 

"That was quite a spill you took, Jc." 

He absentmindedly looks at me and then follows Connor.

He's acting stranger than normal. Maybe that cold rush of water made him think of something, because whatever is upsetting him, it's taken over.