POTS ~ The struggle of standing

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Juno's pov:

"Hey!" Juno ran over the lawn and over to where his friend was sitting. They had agreed to go to Eliot's house after school to get some studying done and sleep over that night. And Juno had laid awake most of the night, thinking about how fun it would be, to be with Eliot all afternoon. At Eliot's house, no one could interrupt them. Not Eliot's POTS, cause they were already at his house, not the ringing bell, as the signal to the next class beginning, nothing. It seemed like the perfect way just to be with him, with no interruptions.

They had had biology together in the class beforehand and Juno had wanted so badly to ditch the last class and go home with Eliot right away. But he new that he shouldn't, especially not since Eliot really liked biology and didn't want to miss out on it. Oh, and he was in the school council and that would reflect badly on their image. (Yeah, just tell yourself that Juno.)

He had walked Eliot home from school these past couple of days, when he had found him.  They always had a stop midway, to catch their breath before they reached Eliot's house.

The brunette often tried to stay in the background, but Juno always seemed to could find him anywhere; he always seemed to see him the brightest. Eliot had an agreement with the school; that he would come to school later than everyone else, but try to last through the day. The pure happiness of him, lasting through the day and going home, when everyone else did, brought Juno so much comfort. He didn't think that he would ever be tired of seeing him like that. He was really proud of Eliot for lasting in school for so long.

They were walking to Eliot's house that afternoon, when Juno asked. "Why is it that you don't want me to hold your bag?" He had thought about it for some time now, and had to ask. Was it because he didn't trust him enough? Eliot had so much on his shoulders already. Taking just some of it off to help him, was something that he could actually do. And he really wanted to.

"It's the little things, you know." The little things... like how Eliot's hair was just above his eyes, covering some parts of his eyebrows. Like how he held onto his arm as they walked, trying his best not to lean to mush on Juno. He completely understood what he meant. "Not having to rely on you, or anyone for that matter, I like it. That I can do it myself."

I guess that makes sense. Deep down he knew, trying and learning to be oneself was hard. Eliot's eyes were on the road. "Well, that's understandable. It had been bothering me that you didn't want my help." Juno scratched his chin. "I thought that you maybe didn't... no, it's stupid, I'm sorry."

Eliot looked at him with this radiant smile and Juno couldn't help but smile back. "You're such a help to me. You already help me so mush, how could I ever ask for more?" They had arrived at Eliot's home. Eliot opened the door and they stepped inside.

Contrary to the casual white house one saw from the outside, the inside was full of life; the walls were painted light yellow in the hallway and other light colors in other rooms: the whole pastel-color palette. Eliot's room was on the ground floor, so he didn't have to get go up stairs. The room was pastel green, and in the places the light hit from the windows, it seemed almost mint. It was really nice and calming, witch Juno definitely needed, cause he had been so stressed about going to Eliot's house.

(Hope you all had a good Halloween, if you celebrate that! I haven't really been feeling like writing these past weeks. But I got back at it again today, so here's a new update. Hope you like it!)