In My Reflection |BL Novel|

Can We Talk?

Dean typed out paragraphs, then erased them after stopping to think if he should actually send them or not. Eventually, he just stopped trying to approach the problem on his own and called his friend Travis.

Hey Trav... he typed, Sup dude? Travis wrote back, seemingly worried. Nice to know he cares, Dean thought to himself as he responded to the text:

Can u come over? Like...now...?

Uhhhhh...sureeeee? What's up w u man???

Just... he contemplated for a while, choosing his words carefully, It's something I think should be discussed in person.

Now, having known each other for 18 years, Travis could tell something was up when Dean started typing full words instead of abbreviations like "js" or "smth". Travis thought it was something to do with their friendship, especially with Dean being so cryptic about everything. The whole drive to Dean's house was filled with silence, possibly a few tears. He was so worried, he was crying quietly to himself, wondering if he did something wrong to put their friendship in jeopardy. His knuckles gripped the steering wheel until they were white. By the time he had gotten out of the car, he had to massage his hands because they were so sore from being tensed up so long.

Dean peered out from behind the curtain before letting Trav in which only made him even more timorous. The two of them went into the living room where Dean had been pacing for the past hour, thinking of things to say and do but never carrying through with either. Trav stood awkwardly in the entrance to the room as though it were his first time over at Dean's house.

"Well...?" Dean questioned, his head slightly tilted out of confusion.

"'Well...?' what???" Travis questioned back, heart beating out of his chest.

"Well sit down!" Dean said, hastily yanking Trav by his wrist to take a seat.

Travis's heart jumped at Dean's frantic movement then settled once again once he put the pieces together to understand that Dean didn't need to talk about their friendship but about his relationship. "What's happened with Livvie this time?" he asked as he rolled eyes and let out a sigh to get comfortable. "I'm usually supposed to tell you to get comfy," he joked light heartedly, continuing his speech and standing to pace as he vocalized his problems to his ever-interested friend, "this time things got really bad. She told me she was going on a trip with her friends and all I asked was where, which set her the FUCK off, as usual. She blew up and told me that I never loved her and that she was always forced to do stuff with me and be physical and shit when she literally forced me to give her head. I don't understand her sometimes, man. She can be so sweet but she's a bitch." He took a pause for breath and continued on, " Best part is yet to come though. Get this: THE BITCH SPENT $20 FUCKING K ON SOME MALE HOOKERS. She doesn't know that it's my fucking card, which means I can see whatever she decides she "needs." I'm finally done with her shit, man. I fucking can't-I just-I don't-" Dean broke down into tears. Anger, sadness, anxiety, disappointment, all came spilling out with them. Dean realized he didn't know what to do about the situation, which only made his tears come down harder. He crumpled, a defeated, sad, broken man, onto the floor and sobbed into his sweater.

Travis crouched in front of Dean with a comforting smile, pulling Dean's shirt off his face and moving his brown, fluffy hair out of his wet eyes. "It's alright buddy. We all have tough times. You don't deserve to be treated this way, man. You should find someone who could treat you better. Hell, I'd treat you better." Travis half-joked with Dean.

In a matter of seconds, Trav was swept into a bear hug by Dean, pulled onto his knees into Dean's lap. Dean gripped his friend and weeped harder. Trav's words had touched his soul in a way no else had been able to. They sunk deeper than a metal bullet.

"I love you, man. I know I might not say it much but I love you so much." He didn't think about the words he said, he just said them. It was as if the moment was a symbiote that had taken over his mind and body and possessed him to say anything he was thinking. "I know bud. I love you too." Travis clutched Dean tightly, vowing to himself that he wouldn't let Dean be mistreated and miserable ever again.

They stayed embraced for a minute, enjoying each other's presence. Whenever they connected in some way, it was like sparks flew and the world grew more colorful. It was...freeing. They both felt it, knew what it was, but didn't want to ruin the friendship they had, resulting in a long lasting silence. The silence was broken soon enough by a notification from Dean's phone. It was Livvie.

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