Aaron T. x Aaron Z. - One-shots

Someone will love you, but someone isn't me

3rd person POV:

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i've missed your calls for months it seems

All of T's recently missed calls were from Z. It wasn't even like Z called him that much or anything, T had just been avoiding him. He felt bad, but he was always too scared to answer whenever Z's name appeared on his phone screen. T would simply set his phone down, screen down, and wait silently until Z's call was sent to voicemail. Every time it happened, T felt guiltier than the last, but he couldn't do this right now. He needed to convince his dad it was all an act, it was all the musical, that's all it was ever supposed to be anyways. T was just playing the part that had been assigned to him.

At least, that's what T's dad needed to believe. Once he believed that, T could dwell upon his true feelings, but for now, those all needed to stay well hidden.

don't realize how mean i can be

"Hey, T-" Z tried to call to the boy he wished would be his friend at the least, but T either didn't hear him or was still ignoring him. It had been two months since their performance of Panda apocalypse, 2002 had shook the town and resulted in the theatre program being shut down. Z had wondered if that meant T would end up switching back to private school, but he was still here.

As T walked away, Z slowly lowered his hand mid-wave and felt his face fall before he could stop his emotions from being evident to anyone who glanced over at him. He tried to shrug it off as he turned and walked to class, but this wasn't exactly a shrug-it-off sort of situation. He really wanted to just talk to T, but it was clear T didn't even want to acknowledge he existed.

'cause i can sometimes treat the people,

that i love like jewelry

The worst part of the whole thing was the memories of the cast party, if T was going to be honest with himself (and he hadn't been too good with that lately). He could write off the time Z kissed him in the parking lot as one-sided and of course everything during the show was nothing but acting. But that night, after hearing the fate of the theater and Panda apocalypse the cast had tried their best to cheer themselves up (and assure Mr. Buenk no one blamed him for this) with a party. It could have been considered a pity party, but all in all, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. It was like while they were there, they could ignore all of the repercussions of what they'd just done.

And T could ignore that once he got home, he would have to face the fact that yes, he had kissed another boy on stage, and yes, when the time came for their bows, T had definitely held Z's hand and for longer than he needed too. T's mind had been buzzing with so many thoughts he wasn't sure he was remembering correctly, but he thought his and Z's fingers didn't untangle until they were both off stage.

Then after the cast party, T had ghosted Z. They hadn't talked since the party and T couldn't quite bring himself to change that.

'cause i can change my mind each day,

i didn't mean to try you on

When T saw Z at his locker at the end of the school day, he immediately turned and began walking in the opposite direction. Why? T needed to go past Z's locker to leave. But also, he could go the long way to avoid Z. Why? He would need to talk to him eventually. That was how it worked in all the movies and TV shows. If two people had unresolved matters, they would end up having to talk at one point or another. The plot demanded it. But this isn't a TV show , T told himself.

That didn't make him feel any better.

Once T got to his car, he leaned his forehead against it for just a moment to clear his mind. He needed to just... stop thinking . If his mind could just stop, that would be wonderful. If he kept thinking, he would just feel more guilty about avoiding Z, and oh no he was already thinking too much, his mind needed to just do what it was told and shut up!