Make Me Forget (BoyXboy) (Perrentes)

-Chapter1-

-Tony Perry-

I kneeled down in front of the desk where my turtles big glass home is.

"Hey!" I whisper yell hoping desperately that he was just sleeping.

"Heeeeyy!" I poke it's shell and usually he would roll over in a playful manor but he was stiff.

The door opened and footsteps were heard, "Hey Tony...what are you doing? Our concert is about to start" It was Mike.

Well shit.

Forget it. A whimper escaped my lips as I poked the glass wall.

I heard shuffling before he came to sit next to me.

"You okay-" He looked up into the fish like tank to see the non-living creature.

"Um-" he started but I stood up and walked out of the tour bus. This is what happens when I get to attached to things.

This is why I try to forget but now it's too late.

I loved that little guy and I knew I shouldn't of but he was all I had when I was alone or my friends were busy.

My parents were never home because they always had to work.

They felt bad for leaving me alone all the time so they bought me a turtle.

It must have just passed away from old age. I'm just glad I had the chance to give him a better life than I had.

Even though I was trying to think positively my heart still wrenched with agony.

I blinked back the tears. No! I was not going to cry! It's my fault this happened.

I did this to myself! I learned not to get my hopes up a long time ago.

Nothing lasts forever.

"Hey um...Are you going to be okay?" Mike came to walk along next to me.

I nodded, although he still looked unsure but he decided not to push it.

***

After the show I gave my turtle a little mini funeral by myself.

There was no sound. No talking. Just silence. This was why I never named him but again, it was too late.

I sprinkled the dirt back over him from where he sat in a little hole.

This was my life right now. Nothing but an emotional wreck.

I walked back inside and turned the fossett on, the cool water instantly making contact with my skin.

I looked toward the bedroom door. I had gotten rid of the tank and threw it away.

I didn't want to see it anymore. Vic came in and gave me a sad smile, giving my shoulder a light squeeze before he sat down on the couch.

Jaime soon joined him as they talked about the concert.

It was really late and we were on the road again once I had finished.

I looked out the window as the engine started. My eyes glued themselves to the flower I placed on top.

It was time to forget. I didn't want to be sad about loosing something so I leaned again the counter closing my eyes.

I sigh quietly, he had a good life while it lasted. That was it. I nodded to myself feeling a little better.

Mike motioned me over from where he was now standing in the doorway of the room.

"Yes?" I forced a smile. "I got you something to make you feel better" He slightly slid open the curtain that hid his bed and grabbed something.

He stood in front of me and held out the stuffed animal.

It was a turtle.

It had buttons for eyes and looked extremely soft. "Here" he pushed it closer and I took it in my hands.

"Your turtle may not have lasted forever, but this one will" He offered.

I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, tightly holding the gift in my hand.

"Thank you Mikey" he long arms laced around my waist, holding me up.

He was really frackin tall so I had to stand on my tippy toes to do this.

"We should go to bed. It's getting really late and we have that interview with Bryan tomorrow" I nodded and reluctantly stepped back.

Once everyone had finally gone to bed I slipped in last. Closing the curtain and turning so I faced the wall.

I hugged Mikey close to my chest. That's what I named the stuffed turtle. Mikey.

But the real Mike didn't need to know that...

Today was interesting and very eventful. I'm just glad I was strong enough to at least be able to forget part of it.