The Rejection Pact

A Major Problem.

*Frazier's POV*

It is currently 5:30 on a Wednesday morning, I am waking up, and when I rolled, Ethan was fast asleep next to me.

Kai brought him clothes to spend the night last night and for school today, and we literally did not leave my room.

I honestly think once my dad and Cyrus got home, he was scared to leave my room.

The horrific pain has subsided to cramping, which, it will until at least tomorrow, so I decided to gently roll out of bed, walk downstairs, and grab some of that medicine his mom sent with him.

Then, I went and took a shower before I went back to my room and started getting ready for school.

Just simple legging and a big sweater.

He was still fast asleep, and I had time to kill, so I threw my blanket back over my legs, grabbed my computer, and started writing.

'" The feeling you get when someone shows they care about you is one that can not be explained simply. But knowing someone does care about you is so much more than them saying those 3 simple words. It's the actions that come from them. Caring about someone, is showing up in their hardest of times to just give them something to hold on to. It's how they treat the people you love, because they're slowly becoming important to them. You're slowly becoming important to them. It's showing that they hear the words you say, and trying their hardest to abide by those words, but sometimes, it doesn't end that way. It's the willingness to stay in a constant state of pain to just try to respect your wishes. But more importantly, it's just being there. To hold you, to wipe your tears, to just do everything to take your pain away, because your pain causes theirs. But the thing about that is, you care to, to the point where you'd do anything to take their pain away as well. I've come to learn that caring about someone, truly caring, is about bending your wants for their needs. For both your needs. Because when you truly care about someone, it's no longer about just you. It's about both of you.'"

Suddenly, there was an arm over my keyboard.

"You're awake?" He yawned.

"Yeah, for about an hour or so. I showered and got ready for school." I nodded.

"Can I read it?" He propped himself up on his elbow.

"What?" I gave him a look.

"The clicks of your keyboard are deafening Frazier. Can I read it?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Well, will you at least tell me what you're writing? Is it part of what I read the other day?"

I sighed. "My writing it private Ethan." I pushed my save button and closed out of my docs.

"I just want to- "

I closed my computer and put it on my nightstand. "No."

He pursed his lips, nodded, then grabbed my waist and pulled me to lay back down.

He laid his arm down so my head was on it and pulled me closer. "Do you like to write?" He brushed my hair out of my face.

"Ethan."

"I'm not asking what you're writing or why. I'm just asking you if writing is something you like to do."

I pursed my lips and nodded.

"Does that mean you like to read too?"

"Very much." I nodded.

"What do you like to read?" He moved his hand down to my lower back and started rubbing.