A Very Gay Highschool Story

Cuddles

Warning: Tony had a panic/anxiety attack.

Tony

I wake up in my bed to someone holding me. I slowly open my eyes and crane to see that it's Stephen, who his fully awake, which was weird since I last remember cowering on the floor of the kitchen because I saw....

"You're finally awake." Stephen exclaimed softly, like I was going to break if he spoke any louder.

"How long was I out?" I asked, feeling very hungry and the growing urge to use the bathroom.

"It's Tuesday, so three days." He responded.

"What time is it?" I asked, wanting to know if we could make school.

"3:05." He says after looking at his phone.

"Then why are you in bed with me and not at school?" I inquire, a bit panicked.

"Because when ever I tried to leave, you would get antsy and freak out. Whatever you saw when you where hallucinating must've got you real good." Stephen commented.

We stayed silent for a good few minutes.

"I should probably use the bathroom." I state.

"Yeah, probably." He chuckled, then let go of me, then got off of the bed so that I could go do my business.

I went to the bathroom, and used it for the first time in apparently three days, what a big relief. I walk out of the bathroom and see that Stephen heated up some spaghetti, which was probably dinner from one of the past few days.

I inhaled the spaghetti, as well as a few other things, like Kirby. Stephen went off to do something as I ate, leaving me to remember what I had hallucinated.

I started to breath heavily, my first reaction was that Stephen had put something in my food. I breath heavier and heavier as I stand up and try to walk.

I end up collapsing with a loud thump, which caused Stephen to come back into the room. My lungs felt like water balloons a child was trying to fill with air, as my teeth unnaturally buzzed in my mouth. I clutched my chest, as if that could help open it up, as tears threatened to spill as the image of my hallucination stayed in my mind.

"Hey." Stephen said rather calmly, coming down to the floor with me, holding me again. "I've got you."

We got to where Stephen was sitting on the ground and I was in his lap, hugging him like a lifeline, as he rocked me back and fourth until I calm down.

"Wanna talk about what caused this?" He asked when I calmed down, my teeth still buzzing a bit and my body drained even though I slept for three days.

"Not really, but I probably should." I admit. "It was what I hallucinated in the kitchen."

I loo at Stephen's kind eyes, which looked at me in encouragement. I felt really comfortable with him. Really, really comfortable.

"It was, uh, of you. The hallucination." I clarified. "You were dead, and it was my fault, your death was my fault. I don't know why it is affecting me this much, but it is and I don't like it."

"It just sounds like you are afraid of loosing a friend too soon." Stephen says.

"You consider me a friend?" I ask, bewildered.

"I do, unless you don't want me too." Stephen says, still rather calm.

"I'd like it if you considered me a friend." I say. "I don't really have any friends here, and it would be nice if I had someone to call a friend."

"Alright." He says with a smile. "Now, please get a healthier sleep schedule. Seeing you scared on the floor worried me. I don't want to see you like that again. You also have two days of work to catch up on."

I nodded and we get off of the floor. I go to do my work, and I don't know what he does. He's really nice...