Jachary Oneshots.

Y - yelling.

a/n updating for the last times...prolly... im...not in the fandom anymore... but there's just two chapters left so what the heck :/. anywho, angst fest! it's late so not beta read.

(tw; mentioned self-harm - scratching - , gender dysphoria)

side note, I am not trans! I'm cis so I can hardly ever truly comprehend how it feels to feel gender dysphoria. My intention is not meant to harm anyone, trigger anyone, appropriate or offend anyone! If you do feel that I've used inaccurate descriptions or feel that my words are offensive or rude, please let me know! I will be happy to change it or completely get rid of whatever I've said! The gender dysphoria is really minor. But it's important for me to say this so I don't accidentally trigger anyone. 

Leave advice, if you want! Thank you, enjoy :)

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"I'm sure he didn't mean it," Daniel murmured comfortingly. Or at least what he thought was comfortingly.

"Oh you're absolutely correct. My best friend just kicked me out of my house and yelled at me to, and I quote, 'get the fuck outta my house and never come back' but didn't mean it at all." Zach snarked.

"Well you know how he is, with...his issues. His parents are divorcing and you were...being your overbearing mother-hen self..."

"Me caring for my friend's health - especially since he has a record of starving himself, insomnia and depleting himself of water when he's sad as 'punishment' for being a so-called 'burden' - isn't being overbearing or a mother-hen. It's called being normal and empathetic." 

Daniel remained silent. "Okay, fuck you're right. I cannot excuse Jack's actions. He can be a huge dick sometimes."

Zach threw his hands in the air, "Thank you!"

"Honestly, Zach, you should stop simping and let him rot alone for a bit. Once he realizes just how much he relies on you and cares about you, he'll come running back." Jonah piped up, eyes still glued to his book.

"Yeah he'll come running back with an anchor tied to his foot! The idiot's gonna kill himself from guilt." Zach sighed, rubbing his face, "I worry about him. Therapy helped for a while...but then his parents divorced, and Sydney left...and then Corbyn moved..."

"We see Corbs every weekend though. He's not...gone. Just...barely around." Daniel muttered. He nibbled on his nail, very obviously mourning his friend who he hardly saw now. Their once perfect group was falling apart... with Jonah distracted by studies, Corbyn in another city - making new friends and talking to other guys (Daniel would sneer angrily at that) - and Jack trying not to sink in an ocean filled with piranhas of anxiety and sharks that bite depression into your body...

At the moment, Daniel and Zach were the only ones who were still the same. Perhaps it was the weight of college next year weighing down on their backs. Corbyn, ever the overachiever, had left just so he could get into the prestigious award winning high school. There's no telling what he'd do to get into an ivy league university. Jonah, on the other hand, was on his way to being an author. Meaning he'd need a masters in English. And he'd already applied to a university that was...quite a way's away from the quaint town in Ohio. Already two members of their group would be gone. 

Daniel and Zach hoped for a career in music. They both had beautiful voices and knacks for instruments (Daniel had a knack for all instruments. Seriously, it was concerning sometimes...). But...it felt wrong. They used to sing with Jonah, Corbyn and Jack. But now Jack didn't sing and the other two had other things on their minds.

Zach sighed softly, "things are falling apart aren't they?" He laughed bitterly.

Daniel pursed his lips, "we'll still see each other...just...not as often."