💙《𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝗮 𝗷𝗮𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰 》❤️

1: facetime call 🖤

funny picture right

anyways yay here we go

   [Albert's POV]   I sat outside with a cigarette in hand, taking gentle puffs here and there. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, surprised to see Jake was messaging me at 5:45 in the morning. He never woke up that early, so I wondered if he got any sleep at all. Shockingly, I went to bed at 2:15 last night. I opened up Jake's message.

Jake: hey albitchy

me: hey asshole whatchu doing up so early

Jake: nightmare woke me up and I couldn't get my ass back to sleep, wbu

me: wanted to watch the sunrise and smoke

Jake: ft?

Without another beat, I pressed the FaceTime button and put in my earbuds. Jake answered, his hair a mess and his eyes a bit red and baggy. I could tell there were tear streaks on his face from the lighting, so I was wondering if he had cried before he texted me. "Hey, early bird," I said with a silly smile.

"Like you should talk," he laughed tiredly. I took another puff of my cigarette and blew the smoke out of my nose and mouth, some of it landing on my phone. Jake pretended to cough and wheeze, like he could smell the smoke. "Watch where your blowing!" he wheezed through fake coughs. I laughed, but a random thought came into my head. Oh, I'll definitely watch where I blow— on you. Wait, what the fuck. I shook away the thought, took one last puff of my cig, and crushed it on the ground with my foot.

"So, whatcha doing?" I asked. That was a bit of an idiotic question to ask, seeing as we were on FaceTime. I had an urge to pull out another cigarette, but I refused since I didn't want Jake to see how bad my addiction was. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth instead.

"Besides talking to you? Nothing." He sniffled a bit and his face went off camera. "Just listening to music, I guess." He came back into view and yawned tiredly, then rubbed his eyes. I couldn't tell if he was tired, trying to cover up the fact he was still crying a bit, or both. I figured that I should ask him what was bothering him, so I did.

[Jake's POV] "What's bothering you?" Albert asked. My shoulders tensed up a bit, and I had to force the tears back. I've known this man for, like. 9 years now. Having a nightmare about him committing suicide? Right in front of me. All he did was smile, say "I'm sorry," and shot himself right in the side of the head. He fell right to the floor and lay there in a pool of blood, lifeless. Right in front of me. It hurts. It's like my mental health transferred to him. Speaking of transferred, being trans that morning was sort of annoying. I was having horrible dysphoria  and it hurt my head and my stomach. I couldn't tell Al all of this, he'd be way too worried about me, and he shouldn't have to worry. "It's nothing.. just, thinking of the nightmare I had, that's all." I took a quiet, shaking breath trying to calm myself down.

"What was the dream about?"

At that point, I couldn't hold back the tears. They just fell right from my eyes. I tried my damndest to try to wipe them all away, but they were too fast. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, I couldn't. "Jacob fucking Green, I will get my ass in my car and drive the whole 16 hours to get over there and figure out what's the matter. Just tell me, okay? Calm down. Breathe." His voice was so soothing, it easily calmed me down. I took deep breaths, rubbed the tears from my eyes, and explained how I couldn't sleep since 12 at night.

[Albert's POV] Listening to him explain his nightmare was the scariest thing. To think that would even be one of Jake's dreams is horrifying. I could feel tears in my eyes listening to him, so I forced myself to go inside and lay down on my bed. I could see Jake's phone shaking, indicating he was shaking too. "My God, dude... I'm so sorry about that. I can't even imagine— oh, my God..." I just sat there, staring at the ceiling. There's a bit of silence, then I heard Jake laughing quietly.

"I'm sorry for ruining your morning with this," he said, sniffling a bit. "I guess this could've waited till later.."

"No, it's totally fine. I get how you would need to get that off your chest. That's so rough..." The gum in my mouth had lost its flavor, so I just let it sit there. My pain for Jake was through the roof right now. I couldn't even imagine how much that hurt to see. To see me shoot myself in the fucking head is insane. Right in front of him. I hated it for him. I was just hoping that his mental health was doing just a bit alright. I didn't ever want to see him crash. "Hey, to take your mind off of it, how about he just get on Roblox and mess around? We don't even have to record, we can just act like goofsters." Jake agreed and I kissed the camera of my phone as a silly goodbye. We hung up and I went over to my computer and started up Roblox.

A/n: so uh I read some fics from one of my favorite authors (@MaybeJalbertIsOkay , go check them out their stories are amazing) and so I'm gonna try to boil down  jake and alberts personalities better in the next chapter or two, I'm still trying to figure them out. ofc I'm trying to make them different from maybe's, I don't wanna copy exactly, so lol. anywaysssss sorry for the mid first chapter, it's not very intriguing but I'm tired lmao- anyways byeeeeeee ❤️💙

a/n pt 2: SORRY THAT THE TENSE KEPT CHANGING, IM TRYING TO KEEP IT PAST TENSE LMAO IM SORRY 😭 I FIXED IT-

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