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A brief talk

Credit to macher
Part 2 of Back to school

Billy sat on Stu’s bed, looking at his friend who was sitting at his small desk, using a knife to carve and stab at the wood from the surface. If Stu’s so upset why doesn’t he just fucking talk to me..? Oh wait. I won’t let him talk. Billy looks away from the other boy. He’d lost track of how long he was laying there while Stu was zoned out doing his weird shit. 

“Stuart.” Billy mumbles, his eyes moving to look at Stu as his head stays still. So he didn’t seem like he cared all that much. “You’ve got a watch on. What’s the time, man?” 

Stu doesn’t really pay attention, his fingers fumbling against his watch, awkwardly yanking it off of his wrist without even undoing it. He glances to Billy to see where he was before tossing it right at his face, smiling a bit before quickly turning back to the desk, snickering while grabbing his knife and dragging it up from the desk’s surface to his own wrist.

Billy groaned when getting slapped in the face with Stus watch, grabbing it and checking the time before tossing it onto the floor. “Don’t fuckin’ cut yourself- the fuck are you doing?” 

“I’m having fun- same as you fucking with me. Stabbin me n’ cuttin me up.” Stu sort of bites back, emphasizing the ‘g’ sounds when he speaks. 

“I asked for the fucking time not for you to be a bitch n’ make me feel bad.”

“You’ve known I cut my wrists since day one right? I’m not trying to make you feel pity. God knows you can’t-”

“Fuck that’s supposed to mean, asshat?”

“Can’t even have one conversation about feelings without making me feel like a dweeb.” 

Billy raises his voice. “Fine. Want me to have a conversation with you? I will. But I’m saying— we can’t be together.”

“Do you love me?”

“Well- Stu-“

Stu shakes his head at Billy tone as Billy’s voice fades. Stu smiles while he leaves a few red, bleeding cuts on his arm- with a soft hiss under his breath from the pain of cutting over already existent cuts, pulling his sleeve down before moving his now peppered with blood knife away from his own skin. He stands from his chair and slyly heads to the bed, crawling up, going to pin Billy down in a swift but slow motion, putting the blade against Billy’s throat. He bites his lip and giggles to himself as he watches Billy stare up at him, leaning down enough to feel Billy’s face start heating up. As the shorter teen’s breaths became more short and tense he grinned down at him. If either of them were to breathe too hard- or move suddenly- Billy could fucking die. And both of them knew it. Stu’s stare has turned from being full of fun entertainment to being hungry and scary. Intense. His eyes were slightly wider than usual and his pupils were shrunken. His grin would twitch a bit because of how tight his face’s muscles were. Blood seeps through his sweater with a dark red as he nicks at the other’s throat, leaving a small cut, barely breaking his skin, but threatening Billy enough to dig his head back into the mattress, away from the blade. 

“You didn’t answer..”

“Jesus Christ Stuart- yeah. I- sure. I love you.” 

“Good.. sorry. I just got.. scared you’d say no..” Stu gives a genuine enough apology for Billy to forgive him with a roll of the eyes.