(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

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Buster laid on his bed, eyes pointed to the ceiling, blinds shut. He didn't really feel like moving even a muscle, mental work was tiring him more than enough. His mind circled back to all the times he believed he was at fault, no matter the situation.

He hasn't been to school in about a week or so, he didn't really feel like doing it. He kept on remaining in the same position, thinking that if he was to move, reach for his phone or something, it would be telling that he in fact feels alright.

He believed he was overreacting, and was fully committed to believing that. He hasn't been out with Fang anywhere for the past few weeks, the guy's excuse either being 'work' or 'going out with Shelly'.

He would think he could be happy for him, but at the depth of his heart he knew that if it was going to be entangled with his unwellness he wouldn't be able to accept it. For that he felt like a fake person, and gave himself another reason to think that the chinese wouldn't want to go meet up with him for it.

He wouldn't feel so abandoned if not the fact that he didn't have anybody else that close, and he couldn't just complain to random acquaintances, and definitely not as far as hanging out with them.

He didn't cry much often, but this occasion called to. He was overly sensitive in these kind of topics, he wasn't a very social person, so he only relied on one, which now found his comfort in the presence of another.

Any of their encounters in school would be filled with awkwardness, and almost some vacancy in their relationship, reminding them of what it used to be. It was the main reason why he didn't want to attend, it hurt him just seeing him.

It wasn't like they didn't talk - at least at first. The frequency of their chats would go from multiple times a day to maybe, one, two times a week, and that was a long time ago. It really had seemed to him, as if Fang had lost complete interest with him.

So he just resented to lying, sleeping, and getting food from time to time so he wouldn't starve. It felt like an eternity, being the same kind of torture that is desperately trying to fall asleep and not being able to for hours (😒😒), yet he also didn't feel like pursuing anything else.

He wished to just be able to talk with him so often again, see him at least from time to time, but it had seemed as if he was moved to the past of the boy. Now, those were only his observations and feelings, but it's truly how he felt.

He felt the need to talk to somebody, yet Fang has always been his go-to person to complain to, and now that he would be the topic of the complaint he didn't really know what to do.

He wanted to do something about it, so he dedicated his precious laying time, to thinking of at least one way in which he could get to try and fix their relationship.

He remembered his conversation with Angelo at the school trip, him mentioning that if it's complicated in any way he should tell him. He knew it would probably just mostly be the topic for his next gossip session, but frankly he didn't have any other ideas on how to do it.

After two minutes of telling himself to get up he finally did, and reached for his phone. The screen's brightness almost felt like fire on his retinas, to which he heavily squinted. He unlocked it and found the chat he had with him, so he clicked it.

He wrote a short message to Angelo explaining the situation, and asked for any sort of help, having no other option. A few seconds later he received a text that laid something in the words of 'on it!!', to which he just shut his phone and tried to fall asleep.

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Fang was now in the bus, making his way to his job. He was extremely tired after that day's time at school, the teachers being really attentive to the students' doing for some reason, so he had to tiptoe around him.