This is pretty much the sequel to The Ocean Breeze. Basically, it's Rob's POV. So, um yeah.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

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I finally stopped crying. It was quiet. Obviously he went out, I thought. I sighed and rolled over so I was facing the top of my bunk. I had a pounding headache. No doubt it was from the crying. I couldn’t believe he would do that to me, though.

I never really thought he was in love with me but I didn’t think he’d give it to me so bluntly. I thought he’d at least let me down easy. Obviously, I was wrong. Obviously, Chester ’s just an inconsiderate asshole who breaks heart. At least, he broke my heart.

I furrowed my eyebrows. It was too quiet. Usually someone I knew was doing something. Brad went to the mall. Joe was sleeping soundly in the bunk above him. Phoenix was taking a walk around the city. I thought Mike was still here. I must’ve been wrong because all I could hear was Joe’s snores above me.

I got up slowly as to avoid a head rush and walked down the length of the bus. No one was there. I wonder where Mike went, I thought. I went over to where Chester broke his bottle (which, might I add, wasn’t even supposed to be ON the bus) and inspected the damage. Nothing had been damaged very badly. Just need to sweep it up. I took the broom from the side of the bus and started to sweep up the glass shards, being careful not to step on them with my bare feet.

When it was all in a pile, I grabbed the dust pan and started to sweep the glass into it. I still couldn’t believe how blunt Chester had been with me. Was it that easy to break the heart of the person who was in love with you? He really didn’t seem to have a problem with it. One part of my mind told me he was just mad about me finding out and needed some time to cool down. Then he’d come back and tell me he was just pissed and we’d go back to the lovers we once were. The other part of my mind said that he was just an inconsiderate asshole who, like I said before, breaks hearts.

I picked up the dust pan and took it outside in a bag. The trash can on the bus was not a good place to dump broken glass. Luckily, the dumpster was right across the street so I didn’t have to walk far. I made sure there were no cars and sprinted across the street, making sure not to drop any glass shards. That would’ve made for a nasty accident. I opened the bag up, took the dust pan out and threw the bag with the glass away.

When I was sure the road was clear, I ran back across the street and into the bus. Now there was only the question of: what to do? No one was here. Well Joe was, but he was sleeping. How are you supposed to talk to someone when they’re sleeping?

I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. It was on MTV and The Real World was on. I didn’t understand what happened to MTV. They used to play actual music videos but now it was like they were a totally different station. Who cares if Brianna likes Morgan but is confused because she thought she was straight? I don’t.

I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to Fuse. That’s where they played actual music. They had 30 Seconds to Mars- The Kill playing. I never really liked the lead singer’s voice. I thought it was too scratchy when he screamed. At least Chester didn’t sound like he was losing his voice when he screamed.

Come break me down

Bury me, bury me

I am finished with you

Look in my eyes

You’re killing me- I had to turn it off. The door was opening. Someone was here, finally. Brad walked through the door with two Hot Topic bags and a Spencers bag. I raised my brow. What could he have gotten at Spencers? “Hey Brad, what’cha got there?” I asked. He turned to face me and pulled a shirt out of the Spencers bag. The shirt was black and had in white letters, “Fuck off” all over it. I chuckled and shook my head. “What?” He asked.

“Nothing. That shirt’s just funny.” I said. He shrugged and went to the back of the bus to put his stuff away. He came back after about a minute and sat down next to me on the couch. “What’s up man?” He asked.

“Not much really.” I sighed.

“Ok. Something’s wrong. I can tell.” He read me so well.

“I suppose I should tell you before he does. Chester and I broke up.” I tried to resist the urge to start sobbing uncontrollably. Tried, but failed. Brad wrapped his arms around my waist and I buried my face into his chest; my shoulders shaking from the wracking sobs I was emitting. “He-he s-s-said,” I couldn’t talk right, “H-he w-w-wasn’t in l-l-l-love with m-me. He-he never w-was.” I sobbed.

“Hey, it’s ok. You’ll be fine.” He whispered. After a few minutes, my sobs subsided and I pulled away from Brad. “I just don’t understand how he could be so blunt with me.” I started, “I mean, I thought he would at least let me down easy, you know?” I asked, looking at Brad. He nodded his head and said, “Well Chester’s just an asshole. You’re better off without him anyway. You need someone who will actually love you as much as you love them.” I sighed.

“I’m still in love with him though.” I started to stare out the window. I’m pretty sure my face wasn’t showing any expression. I felt numb inside. Like I couldn’t feel anymore.

“It’s not going to be easy getting over him.” Brad stated. I, at least, was glad he was telling me the truth instead of lies like, ‘Oh, you’ll get over him real soon’ or ‘You’ll find someone else right away.’ I didn’t think either of those would’ve worked in this situation. Neither would any other white lie. I was heart broken. Nothing could’ve changed that.

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The door opened. I groaned. I had been sleeping when I heard Chester and Mike walk in. Chester and Mike? What the fuck? I had to see what was happening. I crept my way to the front of the bus and made sure to stay out of sight while watching them. They were on the couch and Mike whispered something into Chester ’s ear and Chester blushed. Blushed? What the fuck?

I leant forward a bit to try and get a better view.

“-About Rob?” Mike’s voice.

“You know, it’s kinda hard to think about Rob while you’re kissing someone else.” Chester ’s voice. Giggling.

“Seriously though. The kid’s so in love with you. This would break his heart.” My heart was already broken. What could break it even more?

“His heart’s already broken beyond repair from what I said to him before I left.” Chester sighed. Mike ran his hand down Chester ’s cheek and smiled.

“Well we can tell him tomorrow then.” Mike’s voice sounded cheery. Almost happy.

“I suppose…” What I saw next almost made me throw up. It took a hell of a lot of guts not to run to the toilet and dump my heart into it. Mike kissed Chester and Chester ’s eyes closed. I couldn’t watch.

I walked back to my bunk, feeling sick to my stomach and jumped onto it. Sobs started to wrack my body again. My best friend betrayed me. Mike was the one who said he’d kill Chester if he ever broke my heart. Now, he was just down the bus making out with him. Some friend, I thought. Maybe he did care though. Maybe that thing he said about me before I started listening in was about my feelings.

Either way, I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out. I stood up and walked down the bus until I got to where Mike and Chester had been sitting. They weren’t there. I made my way to the door and opened it, being careful to be as quiet as possible. I stepped out into the night and started to walk.

I wondered if there were any big buildings in the city we were currently in. Something high to jump off of and end my life filled with heart break and misery. My mother once told me that suicide was selfish and cowardly.

No one cared about me so I wasn’t being selfish and as for cowardly, I’m pretty sure she would’ve jumped off a building too if Dad never loved her. I kept walking, looking around for something high to jump off of. Then I made my way to the business district. Tall buildings everywhere. Perfect, I thought.

I opened the door to one and looked inside. It was obviously abandoned because no one was there. I looked around to make absolute sure it was uninhabited and started to make my way towards the stairs, noticing that this place had signs everywhere. It hadn’t been hard to find the stairs. I looked over my shoulder one more time to make sure there was no one here and made my way up the steps.

The only reason I wanted to make sure no one was here was because I didn’t want anyone who recognized me to be like, “OH MY GOSH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” That would’ve been very annoying during a suicide attempt.

The stairs seemed to go on forever. About half way up I, stopped to catch my breath. I thought I heard someone coming up. I looked down and saw no one. I’m just being paranoid, I thought. I sighed and kept going.

Roof: Authorized Personal Only

Taking no notice to the sign, I turned the knob and found it to be unlocked. That was the first time in a while luck had been on my side. Well, this time it wasn’t exactly a good thing but at the time I didn’t care. I just wanted the pain to go away.

The cool, night air on the roof made me shiver. The wind howled and it looked like it was going to rain. Hell, it would’ve been awesome for it to rain when trying to commit suicide.

Tears freely fell down my face. I didn’t want to do this but I had to. The pain would’ve only gotten worse from that kiss. Sure, they would’ve been nice and not have kissed in front of me but I knew what happened behind closed doors. That was the only problem.

I walked over to the ledge and looked down. It was a good fifteen stories. I’ll probably die on impact, I thought. I sighed and wiped the tears from my face before getting up onto the ledge. I gulped and closed my eyes.

Just before I was about to jump, I felt another hand grab mine. I turned around and found it was Brad, holding my hand. “What the fuck are you doing?” He hissed. He was angry but concerned at the same time. His voice sounded angry; his eyes were filled with concern.

“Ending the pain.” I said. I tried to let go of his hand but he only held it tighter.

“Don’t. You know you’ll get over it. You just need time.” He was trying to console me. Trying and failing.

“You can’t make me feel better, Brad. No one can. This is the only way.” I blinked back the tears this time.

“How can you say that?” I sighed. He obviously didn’t see it.

“Did you see them kiss?” His grip loosened a bit.

“Who?” He asked.

“Mike and Chester . They kissed. I ran.” Even though his grip had loosened, he still wasn’t letting go.

“Are you serious?” I nodded. He never let go of my hand. “I’m still not letting you jump,” he said, “If you jump I jump. It’s that simple.” My eyes went wide and I shook my head.

“Brad no. Please don’t. It’s better this way. You’d do so much better without me. Besides…what’s the point of living if no one loves you?” I turned to him.

“Oh, Robbie. Please don’t feel that way. It’s not true.” There was so much emotion in his eyes; I couldn’t turn away even if I wanted to.

“Name one person who loves me.” I said.

“I love you. You’re my brother. You have been since junior high.” He said. His grip on my hand faded and I held his gaze. I really didn’t want to jump, now. He backed away. “I’m letting you make this decision. If you want to jump; then jump. Go ahead.” I looked at him and then I looked at the ground. Did I really want to do this? The simple answer was no. I didn’t. I still had so much to live for.

Even though I lost the love of my life, I still had a brother. And if I thought about it, I hadn’t entirely lost the love of my life. If we both tried hard enough, we could at least be friends.

I looked at the ground again and gulped down nothing. “I-I can’t jump. I can’t.” Brad smiled and I stepped off the ledge. He came up to me and I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Thanks Brad.” I said. He pulled away.

“What did I do?” He asked.

“Without you, I think I would’ve jumped.” I said. He laughed slightly and shook his head.

“You wouldn’t have jumped. Even if I wasn’t here, you would’ve realized the same thing.” He patted my back and I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “C’mon. Let’s get back to the bus.” He said.

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When we got to the bus and opened the door, I wanted to throw up again. Mike and Chester were having a pretty heated make out session right on the couch. They pulled away and looked at us with bashful smiles and I swear I saw sympathy looking at me through their eyes. “Um…wow…this is um-awkward.” Chester said laughing. Mike laughed with him. I didn’t feel like laughing. I felt like running out of the room and throwing up.

“I told you.” I said to Brad. He smiled at me and then went back to looking at Mike and Chester . “You guys have something to tell us?” He asked.

“Uh-well—you can probably kinda tell what it is.” Chester said. “We’re kind of together.” Mike added. Just hearing that come out of his mouth the way it did made me sprint to the back of the bus and jump onto my bunk where I began sobbing uncontrollably. I just couldn’t stop. How could they do this to me? Chester, I knew he was going to do this to me but Mike? Mike was my best friend. How could he not take my feelings into consideration? What kind of friend was he?

The whole night, I was tossing and turning, resisting the urge to run into the bathroom, grab the razor and shove it in my wrist. I had to remember what Brad told me. One question still stood in my mind though?

How could they?

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I'm probably gonna add another chapter to this but not before I update Take Me Home. My dad is really limiting my time on the computer. I tell him that I have to write but I honestly don't think he cares. *cries* Well, I can't cry right now cuz he's yelling at me to get of but um yeah..

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Shit...I was so wrapped up in my anger to my dad I forgot to thank L~T for beta-ing this. I'm sorry lol. Thank you! *huggles*