Oneshots (Garrance Mostly) :)

Mind Fricked

   Laurence tossed himself at the bed in the middle of the small room claimed as his own. He sighed a long, deep sigh and squeezed his eyes shut. His phone lay on his stomach, ear bud cords writhing in all directions until ending at his ears in a controlled chaos. They weren't actually being used, his music playing out loud freely while the cord twirled in his hand mindlessly.

   "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron played in his calming songs playlist. He didn't have Spotify Premium, but it worked to calm him.

   To an extent.

   The song was already at it's end when he realized with a slightly cheerful expression that he had 30 minutes of uninterrupted listening. Yes! True victories!

   "Say Something" blasted harshly through his speakers and he smiled sadly at the raw emotion that was desperate to reach the other person through the touching music.

    And I
   Will swallow my pride.
   You're the one that I love,
   And I'm saying goodbye.

   Say something I'm giving up on you.
   I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.
   Anywhere I would've followed you.
   Say something I'm giving up on you.

   Tears rolled softly down his cheeks, in sadness, but he was happy. Happy that he was still able to feel something. Happy that he could actually relate to that song on so many freaking levels.

   Most people would be wishing to relate to it, because, God, they hadn't found a love worth scratching and clawing for. They hadn't found someone that changed them for both the good and bad.

   He brushed the back of his hand against his cheek and his eyes twinkled with more tears as they rushed over his eyes lids and down the sides of his face. The salty tears soaked into his hair that sprawled behind his head on his grey pillow case like tentacles trying to grasp him and squeeze his head, putting pressure on his steadily growing headache.

   I shoulda' bought you flowers.
   And held your hand.
   Shoulda' gave you all my hours
   When I had the chance.
   Take you to every party
   'Cause all you wanted to do was dance.
   Now my baby's dancin',
   But she's dancin' with another man.

   Bruno Mars's words rang true to him in such an empathetic strain. A sob choked his throat and he coughed, still crying as more sobs followed.

   His music cut off as an oh-so familiar song began ringing in his ears and he repeated another sigh. He scooted up on the black comforter, his legs stretching the full length of it and his back resting on the rather harsh headboard.

   He flipped his phone over tenderly to see just what he expected.

   Bright, beautiful smile.

   The prettiest eyes known to man.

   That goddamned dimple on one side of that gorgeous face.

   Curly golden hair spilled over the familiar brilliant (but also rather goofy) head.

   His best friend that was perfect in all ways was calling him. That was a first. Laurence had always been the first to call.

   However, Laurence didn't want to deem it too unusual. He had missed two days of school. And it wasn't like he was jumping to reach any of his friends. In fact, he had been quite distant with them all. Even before he started skipping.

   Though--whether he wanted to admit it or not--he was mostly avoiding this dude.

   The screen went back to home and "everything i wanted" by Billie Eilish returned to playing in his ears. A small ping! sounded from his phone as a 'missed call' notification popped up on his lock screen.