The Melon-Head Boy -a Simdil fanfiction-

Chapter fifteen: It's Okay.

-Simon's POV-

I don't know what to say. I just... I don't know.

I watch Double cry and I have no words. He always seemed to be the type of guy who never cries. But as I see him cry, I realise: everyone can cry. It's just that not everyone does it when people can see. You try to be strong, but sometimes you fail. And you're afraid of what people will think of you, when you finally let your walls come down.

But you can't keep youself locked up forever.

I still don't know what to say, but I understand him.

-Martin's POV-

"Let's go home to my place, okay?" I say, Double nodding in response. I stand up, Simon following my move. Double stand up too, his head turned towards the ground and his back crooked.

He's broken. For the first time in my friendship with him, I've never seen him like this. I guess that he was trying to be strong.

The walk is short. No one speaks while we're walking and the rain is pouring down. Double is wiping away tears, trying to gather himself.

We reach my house and I unlock the door. We all walk in, not a single spot dry on us.

"You both can sit on the couch, let me just get some towells first." I say. The silence isn't awkward, it's just...

Unsure.

I get towels, placing two to cover the couch. Giving towells to Simon and Double, we sit down.

After a long time of silence, I ask:

"Is there anything more that I should know?"

"I don't know" he responds, lifting up and sinking his shoulders.

"Can you explain what happened, from the start?"

"Well," he swallows, "He was coming over, it was maybe his fifth visit. I just assumed he knew, you know?

Mom was all over the place, wanting everything to be perfect. For him." he scoffs. "Maybe half a hour later, he knocked on the door. My mom ran over to the door to get it, me standing in the hall. I don't get what the saw in him. I guess she just wanted someone and he was the first choice. He was very rude even form his first visit, even insulting some furniture. Fucking douche" he says under his breath. "He greeted my mom by shoving his tounge down his throat, it was gross.

We ate dinner and for some reason, we started talking about people. Just people in general. And he said, I quote:

'And the gays are really taking over. Fucking horrible with all these fags.' And I froze and just stared at him. He was like, 'what' and I pointed at myself and said:

'I'm gay.' and without a warning, he stood up and slapped me. I was really shocked at first. He then looked at my mother and was like: 'Do you let your own son be gay? You're not the one I thought you were. You're a discrace' And I kind of tackled him for that. He then punched me a lot, You see my face as an example." he says. I really hate this guy now.

-Double's POV-

"After getting beated up by him -like come on, he's a grown up, he was stronger- he grabbed me my the collar and threw my out. You know the rest." I say, memories flashing in my mind.

I look down at my towell and realise that I've been crying. God damnit, I need to stop.

-Martin's POV-

He wipes away his tears and I put my hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, Man. Everything will be okay" I say. He looks up at me, his eyes red from the tears and says:

"When?"

(A/N: 'Whoomp! There it is.'

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