Unexpected

"I Dont Know."

Mike had dropped. 
 
Maybe for a quick sec,  El caught him in mid-air, but he felt so horrible. This was his fault, he should've stopped death-glaring mike, then, no one would be hurt or in this case, even more traumatized. He started crying and wiped the blood off his upper lip. The tears were uncontrollable, he tried to pinch himself to stop, to just try and hold them in, blink them away, they just kept coming. 
 
No one else was crying, mike seemed to be okay and is still attached to the fucking hip with El. He was the only one. Fat tears rolling down his face, "Mike, I'm sorry, I don't know what just happened." He whispered out and it seemed as if Mike understood and just nodded towards him, acknowledging his apology. Their eyes are watching you, their judging. Shut up. Why are they staring, they are disappointed. Disappointed in you. 
 
He felt hands on his shoulders, he flinched a bit before seeing that it was boris. He relaxed a bit. "You are thinking too much, it hurts your brain." He said before he flicked his forehead. "Ow, okay." He looked up at Boris and didn't see a sympathetic face, seeing him as a glass figurine who can break at any time. No, all he saw was a grinning familiar face, a face he was used to. The face he fell for. 
 
"Um, Boris, the others are staring." He pointed out and saw Boris flush immensely, while he brave Boris still got flustered when people were staring. Staring. "Hey, um ms. Joyce?" He hears Boris say. And then coherent whispering before Boris grabbed him by the wrist. "Let's go, if I have good memory, there should be somewhere for us to sit! A break for brain!" He says. "Sure." He shrugs. 
 
Boris grabs his hands and leads from the group. Walking away he asks, "why are we splitting up from the group, in a horror movie we would be killed!" He jokes and then laughs at his own joke. Boris laughed as well. "What the fuck! haha!" Boris says. This reminded him of before they got into this bull shit. 
 
Before. 
 
Before Mike was back.
 
Before he had to go across state lines for his sister. 
 
Before he knew that 001 was back.
 
Before hell opened in front of their eyes.
 
Before he had a paste and copy of El's powers.
 
Before everyone started looking at him like he was a glass figurine again.
 
All that shit is pushed away from his thoughts, the face he fell for before was in front of him now. He was not glass. 
 
"So where are we headed?" He asks. "Playground." Oh, the playground across from the school. He was now seeing the landmarks, the elementary school, the corner store across the street. 
 
The swings.
 
"Why don't we sit at swings, I have vodka." Boris lifts the duffle bag, he smiles. His smile brightens everything. He follows the other suit to the swings. He sits at the left while his boyfriend sits at his right. Boyfriend, huh. Sounds. Weird, but it also makes my stomach flutter.  
 
"Put the thoughts away, vodka can help!" Boris says before taking a big swig. How? He doesn't know. Maybe tolerance. He grabbed the bottle after. Taking as big of a swig. He knew Boris would try to help him, but this was the best he could do. Drinks, a heartfelt talk, then tears. And honestly? He wouldn't have it any other way. With boris he felt safe. 
 
"Are you okay?" Was all Boris asked and somehow that stumped him "I-" he thought again. 
 
"I don't know."