I'm Hurting (H2OVanoss)/BBS (In Progress)

Trouble in Paradise

"What the f*ck?!" Brian yells, sitting up quick. Brock and I both laugh, watching Jon slowly sit up too.

"What are you guys doing here?" Jon asks, rubbing his head tiredly.

"We wanted to see you guys." Brock says as I put the megaphone back where I got from.

"How did yesterday go?" Brian groans, looking at me.

"It was fine." I mumble. Brock sits on the bed next to Brian and I sit on the floor in front of Jon. I look past Jon to see wine bottles sitting on Brian's window sill. Jon catches me looking at the bottles, to which he smiles.

"Oh yeah," He giggles, "Things got crazy last night."

"What happened?" I look at Jon, curiously.

"We did a competition on call of duty. Losers have to take a shot." Brock chuckles, rubbing his neck. They would do something super fun when I'm not there.

"Yeah, everyone played and we all got h*lla drunk." Brian smiles and chuckles.

"How many rounds did you guys play?" I wonder, tilting my head.

"10 rounds." Jon grins. I laugh at their crazy idea

"10 rounds??" I smile.

"Yeah, we were up until like 4 am because we didn't start until 11:30, then Arlan and David had tech issues, and so and so. That's why we got up so late." Brian sighs.

"How come you're up early Brock?" Jon questions, putting his elbow on the edge of Brian's bed.

"Bianca woke me up and told me that she was going with Reed and his parents to the library." Brock tells him briefly. Jon nods understandingly.

"So what did you do with your new friend yesterday?" Brian raises an eyebrow. I glance at Brock and he just looks back at me. Thanks, Brock.

I squint my eyes slightly, "Um." I mutter, "We played video games."

Brian raises an eyebrow at me, in which I look back at him confusingly. 

"Stop being f*cking weird." He says dryly, furrowing his eyebrows. I look at him blankly, seeing Jon looking at me from the corner of my eye.

"Im not being weird, that's what happened." I slightly lie. He stares at me for a minute before sighing.

"Spit it out." He demands. I cross my arms, leaning forwards.

"If it makes  you uncomfortable, you don't have to say what happened." Brock reassured me, sending me a kind smile. I sigh, closing my eyes for a second.

"You know?" Jon looks up at Brock curiously. I hope he doesn't get upset..

"Mhm. Why do you think he's with me?" Brock responds, shrugging.

Jon's eyes dart back to mine, "What happened? Who do I have to kill?"

I huff, "Let me explain." I put my hands on top of Jon's, "And please don't be mad. I did what I could, okay?" He nods, looking at me anxiously. I tell them what happened throughout my time being with Casey, leaving out the smoking part, but admitting that I was drunk. Brock knows the rest, and that's all that matters. Jon pulls his hands away from mine, clenching his fists and hanging his head down.

"You know you can't go back, right?" Brian rubs his temples, irritation slightly evident in his voice.

"I know... He apologized and said he wouldn't usually do something like that. He was sad and stuff and he just needed something to cope. He's actually really nice, I promise." I reassure, trying to ease their nerves.