I Hope You Never Sleep Again | DRAKE | (tmf/the music freaks)

your 'I love you' follows me through sleep

A/N: Not necessarily trauma, but Jake angst, aswell as the norm (druffering) 🥳
(SOMEONE SAYS I LOVE YOU?!!!!)

In lieu of publishing ch.14 on ao3, here's the next chappie :3
(OMG OMG WTF SOMEONE ACTUALLY SAYS I LOVE YOU? HELLO?!!)

TRIGGER WARNINGS
- implied miscarriage

(PS: just pretend the janitor is sipping canned coffee with his gossip buddy while listening in, and the teachers are all blasting music or watching telenovas at maximum volume ^^)
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Liam held back an irked eye roll, biting his tongue as he stalked after Drew—Henry hastily following—grabbing the boys wrist with more force than he wanted to use. "Drew, you've been ignoring us all day, we just want to talk to you-"

"For the last time, FUCK OFF," Drew snapped, slapping Liam's hand away. Henry winced, subconsciously stepping back.

Liam too instinctively moved backwards; Voice raised in an embarrassing cross between fear, urgency and frustration. "Drew, please, we just want to talk to you! We don't care about you having panic attacks, we just want to be there for you—"

...

A sudden, crackling silence.

Liam understood his mistake as the words slipped out of his mouth, accidentally mentioning the topic he'd fought to not say aloud in fear of further damaging Drew's pride. Even as he and Henry tried all throughout the school day, attempting to subtly bring up what had occurred the day before in every other conversation, they completely avoided directly stating what happened—making an agreement at the start of the day to wait for Drew to say it instead of risking anything.
And Liam had completely and utterly blew it.

Everything was silent, As if time had stopped. But the rims of Drew's eyes were reddening, was it in anger or woe?

Liam slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening in horror as he realised what had left his lips. He had already felt it in his heart he'd made a grave mistake, but when it caught up to his brain it still caused him hefty shock.
He had a feeling Drew never, ever, wanted to hear those words aloud when he saw his expression. And he was damn right.

Drew spun on his heel, storming towards his locker. The sound of his shoes against the floor echoed in the hallway. It was a lonely scene, the dimming sky watching from afar, weeping somewhere in the world. A lone figure walking towards a void, ready to be wholly consumed by the monsters within it's depths.

"I- Drew.." Liam stuttered hopelessly. Drew's step faltered at his call, pausing for a moment. His heart quivered at that tone, that tone of giving up. That tone people only used when they were getting tired him. So he turned around.

"I'll text you later if i have the time," he said curtly, before spinning on his heel.

And he continued to walk away.

He knew it wasn't sufficient, that it made no difference. But his chin was sculpted and carved too high for him to lower it far enough to apologise or anything close, for that matter. If he did so, he'd be discarding the pride he'd cultivated over the years, lowering himself to that of a beggar.

Liam had half the mind to curse the plum haired boy out. Why did he need to have such a thick skull? Couldn't he just give in and talk to them? His mindset that emotion was weakness was so pathetically obvious, and it made Liam want to rip the hair out of his scalp in frustration. What idiot filled his head with that garbage? He was sure it was purely to spite him. And Drew himself, that stubborn asshole. How was he naive enough to fall for such nonsense! Liam tutted in agitation, but he knew anything he could say would be half hearted. He watched as Drew stuffed on his jacket and slumped his bag over his shoulder, and he was overridden with guilt. He wouldn't be able to force out something meagre as an insult, and if he somehow managed it would be a sorrowful excuse if one—with only the barest hint if malice.