Secrets and Truths

The Worst Way To Come Out

Sanford wasn't sure how it came to this.

He was usually a confident guy, never once doubting his thought nor his friends.

But right now, he was at a loss.

He felt like everything he knew was flipped on its head.

Alright, let's back it up a bit.

Sanford walked into the building, his feet carrying him instinctively to the spot where he meets up with his friends. They seemed to be waiting for him.

"Hey guys, sorry I took awhile! Bus was having issues today." Sanford leaned against the wall as he caught his breath.

"Ey no worries dude, we weren't waiting THAT long, right guys?" Deimos smiled. He was Sanford's best friend, the guy he could rely on most. Sanford knew Deimos wouldn't mind waiting, it was more so the others he was worried about.

Hank just nodded. Oftentimes they would just respond with gestures and motions, only speaking if necessary. Today wasn't any different.

On the other hand, Doc cleared his throat.

"We've been standing here for ten minutes." He stated blankly, staring at Sanford. He was a very smart guy behind the mask he wore, and Sanford was kind of intimidated by his stare; not that he showed it.

Deimos elbowed Doc's side, causing the taller to grunt quietly. Doc muttered something else, resulting in another jab from Deimos. Sanford chuckled.

"Ah, I'm sorry dude. Let's hope tomorrow is fine."

"Tomorrow is Saturday, Sanford." Doc pointed out; his tone was meant to be teasing.

Sanford blinked, "Pff- I'm just messing, of course tomorrow is Saturday!" His face was red from embarrassment as he laughed.

"Stop hanging around Deimos, he's a bad influence on you." Hank spoke up, causing the other three to laugh as they stood there, straightening their outfit.

The bell rang out and the hallways started to clear. The four looked at each other, nodding in unison as they all agreed to meet at lunch. It was a generally unspoken rule between them all, they basically did everything together.

Hank and Doc walked off; their classes were rather close by. Sanford's was a little farther away, and Deimos' was even farther. The two started to walk in the other direction, although Deimos seemed a little hesitant. Sanford took notice instantly and slowed his pace.

"Hey dude, something wrong?" He questioned, looking down at Deimos, who was pretty damn short for someone in the tenth grade.

"Eh? Oh, nah. I'm fine." Deimos responded after a second. Sanford wasn't buying it, but decided prying might not get him the answers he wants anyways.

"Mm'kay.. You know you can talk to me dude."

"I know, I know.. It's just, you wouldn't get it." Deimos sighed, turning his head slightly. "It's personal."

"Okay then.." Sanford was concerned; he knew something must've happened, considering Deimos never acted like this. He had to think of a way to get his friend to spill, but how?

"You're thinking about something. Please, San, don't do anything irrational. I'm fine, I swear." Deimos stopped, looking at him and offering a smile that was very clearly forced and false.

"Alright, fine." Sanford sighed. "I'll drop it."

For now, he added mentally.

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It was now fourth period, and Sanford's worry only grew as he continued thinking about what could possibly be wrong with his friend.

Did I do something? He thought, looking out the window.