Barnaby's POV
The insults we were throwing at eachother got more fierce, the sharpness of our words could've pierced the other. I had forgotten how this started, Frank might've too, but now we were mindlessly insulting eachother. Suddenly, I see a small figure creeping between the two of us.
Honestly, I forgot Wally was even here, yet I zero in on him, stopping my retorts as he looks at Frank, who was yelling at me senselessly. Wally then goes up on his tip-toes, one leg thrown back, his hand resting on Frank's shoulder, and a finger gently pressed against his lips. Frank stopped at the gesture, as though he would explode of anger. His gentle and swift movements near Frank triggered something I couldn't recognize. Negative, pointed towards Frank, or maybe Wally. Wally hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he's done good! So what is this emotion?
Frank POV:
"Excuse you!" I exhort afte a brief moment. I hold my head to keep it from spinning, my gaze now directed towards Wally. He holds my gaze unwavering in his relaxed expression.
"Do you know how rude that was-" I start, continuing to lecture him. I don't know half the things I said during my rant, like all my heated rants towards Wally, but I know how hurtful I was being. This was probably the worst one yet, and as the bitter icing on the cake, at the end I said, "And this is why nobody likes you!" I froze. Did I say that?
Of course I did. I like him, he's a good friend. He's sweet and kind, but I was being so mean to him. For stopping something I started. I look at him again, his eyes flash a look of hurt, but then go bach to their relaxed expression. I was expecting an arguement, crying. A small frown would suffice at this point! But Wally can't frown. And he's not hurt, correction, he's never hurt. Not for long at least.
Wally POV:
Frank's ranting again. I hear every fickle insult and can't help but think, 'he's right.' I know he is. He just seems to repeat certain things I already told myself. I've been rendered numb.
"And this is why nobody likes you!" Frank screeches, before silence surrounds us.
I stand there for a brief moment, processing that last part. I look at him to see that he was doing the same thing, taking a bit longer than I was. He looks at me, a worried expression on his face.
Push it down Wally.
Silence acted as a barrier around us, suffocating, until I shattered it. "Lets talk about your arguement with Barnaby like adults, shall we?"
Barnaby's POV:
Not much happened honestly. Frank and I both ended up sharing our sides of the story, Wally shushing the other ever so often when they tried to intervine into eachothers story. I'd say I learned quite a bit about his point of view, though it wasn't necesarily my fault. I just can't get over what happened with Wally. He did nothing wrong, and Frank yelled at him. Frank looked hurt afterward, but that's not necesarily an apology.
Stuck in my head as I leave Frank and Eddie's.
Stuck in my head as I brush my canines.
Stuck in my head as I go to bed.
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I did split the other chapter, but don't worry, I'm setting this up for success. You might see some good angst next chapter, but for now, the storyline continues. Have a good day or night!
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Wally Darling - An ANGST story
Fanfiction(ON HIATUS) Wally was always perfect, at least that's what his friends thought. Leaving his old world behind, He tries to be happier in his new life. But what will happen when they both crash down on him? TW: self harm, suicide, abuse, discriminatio...
