Scars Don't Heal When You Keep Cutting ♡ brusnop

Chapter Eleven

When I walk into the room, I see Ben and Sam chatting away. I also notice a small blush on Ben's sweet little face, shaking his head furiously.

I take my seat next to Ben.

"Hey, you guys know what's interesting?" I ask, gaining their attention.

"What?" Sam asks curiously, leaning closer. Ben just turns his head to face me.

"When I was in the hallway, someone told me that they shipped me and Ben," I say amusingly, making Sam chuckle and Ben blush more.

"Ah, well, then I guess I'll ship it too! How's that?" Sam laughs. "We gotta get you guys a ship name!" So, me and Sam shot ship ideas at each other, most of them not even making sense until Ben suggested one.

"Eh, what about Brusnop? Wouldn't that one be better than the ones you guys are naming?" I smile, liking the sound of it.

"Brusnop," Sam says with a nod, considering it. "Bru-snaaaaaaaahp. Hmm. Brusnop it is!"

"Well," I chuckle, throwing an arm around Ben's shoulders. He flinches a little bit, but quickly calms down. "We're Brusnop!" I take my arm down when I pull my granola bar out of my pocket and take it out of the wrapper. I break it in half and offer the bigger half to Ben, being the awesome friend I am. He pushes it away and shakes his head, telling me he didn't want it.

"You're parents love to stuff you up at home, huh?" I chuckle. He nods.

"Can I have it, Danny?" Sam asks for the half of the granola bar.

"Nope! I don't share food with anybody, but Ben's an exception!" I say.

"Awh, please?"

"Fine, but only because you're trying to be Ben's friend. But this is the last time I'm sharing my food with you," I say, giving him the smaller half of the granola bar instead of the one I offered Ben. He takes it, raising an eyebrow at my words. It's okay, because I don't fucking care whether or not people know I'm gay or not.

I just haven't told my parents yet. I don't think I will until I move out. I don't know if they're homophobic or not.

We spend the rest of lunch, just sitting there, talking, inviting Ms. King into it occasionally, because she's cool like that.

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Before I knew it, it was the last class of the day. What's funny about this class is the fact that Sam's in this class too but I never noticed. Probably because his desk is in the back corner of the room, while I'm in the front corner, diagonally across from him. It's nice to know that I actually have a friend in another class, I guess.

We're free to do whatever the fuck we wanted, since we had a substitute, and this substitute was awesome as fuck and said we could do whatever and started blasting Slipknot through his headphones (which devastated half of the class).

So, that's why Sam is on his knees next to my desk, playing some game on his iPhone. I had out my notebook, writing a bunch of stuff that came to mind down.

'I was meant to make you smile!
I was meant to make you shine!'

I stare at the words I just wrote. Now, where did that come from?

"Did you say something, mate?" Sam asks me, pulling me out of my trance.

"I said that out loud?" He nods.

"I randomly wrote this," I tell him, staring down at the words. He smiles when he reads them.

"Maybe about Ben? You are trying to make him smile, and shine, you know?," Sam suggests with a shrug. I nod, staring down at the words.