Secret Santa (BoyxBoy)

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I knocked on the door a few times, then shoved my hands in my pockets to shield them from the cold. After a few moments Rykers mother came to the door, smiling.

"Hello Mason." She said, smiling.

"Hi. is Ryker home?" I asked. He hasn't talked to me in two whole fucking days, and I'm starting to get worried. Did I do something? Probably not, but knowing Ryker he has some bullshit excuse.

"Yes but. he's not feeling too great." She said, her lips forming a tight line. Liar.

"Okay. That's vague but I'm kinda worried about him and he hasn't talked to me. " I said, mustering up a somber look.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, he's just not up to talking. I gotta go." She said, going to close the door. I shoved my foot in the door, looking up at her pleadingly.

"Please, at least tell me what's wrong with him. He won't talk to me. Please." I begged. If she won't let me in, then I'll just go to his room window, so she better let me in.

She sighed, looking over her shoulder before looking back at me. "Fine. C'mon." She said. Jackpot!

I went inside, kicking my shoes off. She went into the
kitchen, and I followed behind her, trying to be quiet.

"Okay, I'll keep I short and sweet, because who knows when he'll come downstairs." She said, looking at the kitchen entrance worriedly. What is it that it has a mother scared of her son walking in on her? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

"Okay. So why isn't he talking to me. Why is he in this terrible mood that I can't seem to–"

"He's bipolar." She said.

"What?" I said.

"He suffers from mild bipolar disorder. He's been down in the dumps because he refuses to take his anti-depressant pills. He thinks he can live without them, he said "I'm so happy these days, I don't think I need them.", but he does." She said.

Shit. Bipolar? I mean, he has shown signs now that I think about it, but I never thought it'd actually be true. Does it run in the family, or is it just him?

"Will he be okay?" I asked nervously. Will he be stuck in that bad ass mood all the time?

"He'll be fine if he takes his pills. But he won't. That's the problem. He—"

"What the hell?" I heard Ryker say from behind me. I spun around, looking at him. I could practically see the steam rising off him.

"R-Ryker hey." I said, smiling sheepishly.

"Don't Ryker hey me, Mason." He snapped. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I raised my brow at him, crossing my arms. "Oh well excuse me for actually caring about you Ryker." I said sarcastically.

"Oh fuck off." He snapped.

"Hey! Watch your mouth Ryker." His mom said.

"No mom. This is bullshit. You invite him inside without my knowledge, having a little meeting down here?" He asked. "What're you guys doing, talking shit?"

"Don't talk to your mom like that. I made her tell me what was wrong with you. Thanks for telling me you were bipolar by the way." I snapped back. I know that was a little rude, but it pisses me off. I opened up to him but he can't do the same with me? That's not right. Especially when he treats me badly because of it. At cast let me know why you're being a bitch to me so I can understand you at least.
He reeled back, his eyes becoming wet fast.

"M-Mason how
did rou."

"Your mom told me. Why didn't you tell me Ryker?" I asked.

"Because. How the hell am I supposed to tell the guy I like that I'm sick? That I'm mentally ill?" He asked, his voice shaking. "I didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to think less of me, or hate me even more than you already do."