Drinks // Jschlatt x Quackity

The Truth

"Feel about what?" Quackity asked.

"A-" Schlatt stopped himself, he wanted to tell him but at the same time it could end bad.

"Schlatt?" Quackity was looking at his friend worried.

Schlatt looked down trying to find away to tell him. His throat felt like it was starting to close, he began to sweat and his eyes started to fill with tears. He didn't know why he started to cry, a bunch of emotions were overwellming him at once.

"Schlatt, does it have something to do with me?" Quackity asked.

Schlatt stayed silent. A tear rolled down his cheek and he leaned on the wall behind him. 

Quackitys eyes widened his eyes, he knew it was about him. He didn't know if it was good or bad, he didn't know if it would change anything about themselves.

"It does... doesn't it?" Quackity said, his voice shaky.

"What is it that could be so fucking bad you started to drink?" Quackity shouted.

Schlatt took a deep breath.

"I hav- I realized i had fucking feelings for you!" Schlatt shouted.

"Thats why you started to drink!" Quackity shouted.

He felt like it was his fault somehow... like maybe if he hadn't started getting close maybe this wouldn't happen. He liked Schlatt back it was just that, this wasn't a good time to say it.

"Could you not stand the fact of liking me?" Quackity asked.

He felt like Schlatt didn't really like him or he found it embarrassing to like him.

"Is it embarrassing to like me?" He said, more quietly.

"Am i embarrassing?! Could you not stand the fact that you like me?!" Quackity shouted. He wasn't mean to shout, he wasn't trying to get upset but his emotions were taking over. His eyes started to fill with tears.

"NO! I JUST WANTED TO FORGET!" Schlatt yelled.

"I thought that if i were to tell you it would mess up our friendship that we fixed!" Schlatt said, more tears streaming down his face.

"I-i never meant to hurt you...i just wanted to fix things..." He said as he slid down the wall.

"But that just fucked shit up even more" He started to sob, he couldn't control it.

Quackity went and sat infront of the taller, who had his knees pulled up to his chest and had his head buried in his arms. Quackity didn't know what to say.

"Schlatt, alcohol isn't the answer." Quackity said with a soothing voice.

"I-I know... i-i don't know wh-why i-i was s-stupid to t-think i-it wa-was..." Schlatt replied, choking on his sobs.

Quackity pulled Schlatt into a hug.

"Shh... i know... you just wanted to not ruin anything, but you should have told me so no one would get hurt." Quackity ran his hand through Schlatts hair trying to calm him.

"I-i'm sorry, i r-really am...b-but i k-know it's n-not ok...i hurt you, t-that w-was th-the one thing i-i didn't want to do" Schlatt said sobbing.

"I know, I know. At least it was nothing serio-" Quackity was cut off

"it is serious... i hurt y-you...and yet you still forgive me...why?" Schlatt asked.

"Because Schlatt, I just forgive easily, and...I love you."