Candies and Sticks

Side Story

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[Meanwhile…]

“For God’s sake, Greg, wipe that snot off your face! It’s disgusting!” A shudder accompanied those words as a guy tried his best to get away from the said lad.

“I can't help it! And I don’t have any snot! They are all just tears!” Greg countered, sobbing like a child who had been told that Santa Claus didn’t really exist.

“Are you saying I'm seeing things?! Ugh, stop crying! You look stupid! Oh wait, you are stupid! I told you way, way back to approach him nicely. But what did you do?! You freaking destroyed his toys!”

“Nicky, help me!” Greg said, now reaching out for the other, his fingers wiggling despite his bruised knuckles.

“AAAAHH! Get your snotty hands off me! Wipe that goo coming out of your nose! WIPE IT!”

Greg cried louder, his agony echoing passed the stairs they were under. He stopped reaching for Nicky and just put his forearm over his eyes, continuing his… mourning.

The older lad sighed, ruffling his hair in annoyance. “I don't know what came into your mind, doing that to my brother. Okay, you followed me – FINALLY – when I told you to tell him your feelings. BUT, I never told you to force a kiss on him! Now you're crying like that?! What am I, your grandmother?! Should I call you coconut from now on?!”

“UUUWAAAAHHAAAHHAHAA!!! Niiiiickyyyy….” A few sniffs followed, and then another set of loud cries.

“Jesus Christ, Greg, you're killing me here…” He sighed again, and looked at the boy he was secretly taking care of all these years. A soft smile made its way on his lips, as he opened his arms. “Come here, you idiot.”

Greg, seeing that, didn’t waste it and flung himself to Nicky, letting himself be enveloped with those strong arms. Again. “He hates me now…”

“Nah, Riley doesn’t hate. Sure, he might ignore you for a few days, glare at you occasionally, but that’s it. He’ll come around. And by that time, you better apologize. And start moving on, Greg, please. Think about yourself, especially now that Kellan is back.”

“Nicky…” Greg sobbed, gripping the other’s shirt.

The taller lad sighed, again; an understanding one this time. “Really, Greg, crying doesn’t suit you. Besides,” He cleared his throat, looking away. “I-I'm still here.”

The shorter one barely nodded, his hysterics now ceasing. He wiped his face through Nicky’s shirt, but the other didn’t seem to care. “Thank you.”

Nicky patted his back, still looking away to hide that… almost unnoticeable pink tint on his cheeks. “There, there…”