Just a Joke-NoochZahHutt OneShot

Just a Joke

'Goodbye' I titled the video and posted it. In just a couple minutes-10 or so-people were commenting on it.

'lol funny nooch happy april fools:D'
'omg is he actually going to?'
'guys, chill. he's just kidding. noone's gonna die. its a april fools joke.'

It was funny, how they thought it was a prank. I'd always been a jokester, but there are times when I'm serious. That happened to be one of those times. I grabbed my car keys and left the house. I knew where I wanted to end up dying. A place only the two of us went to.

My legs dangled off the edge as I sat there and stared at all the mountains and beautiful things. All those things that were made to look pretty by man for the entertainment of man. It was sad to look at all of these and just see all the flaws in it.

"I knew I'd find you here," He said behind me. I patted down some grass next to me, and Brandon sat down. His knee brushed against mine.

"How'd you know?"

"We talked about it when we were younger. I don't think you'd remember," He sighed. In fact, I did remember.

~Flashback~
"This is a pretty place," I told him. It was a pretty place, the snow covering all the grass and dirt, making it look like a blank paper.

"Sorta," He replied.

"How come only sorta?" I asked. He blew out a long breath, which I can see from the cold.

"This, to some people, is the best place to commit suicide," He said as he looked around. He starts messing with his gloves, obviously not liking them.

"That's not the only thing people come here to do," I pointed out.

"No, but it's one of the most common."

"How do you know?"

"If I kill myself, I'd do it here," Brandon says. I nod.

"I'll do whatever you do." I gave him a tight hug. Our sweaters made it more cozy. It was like hugging a big cuddly blanket. "Because you're my best friend."
~No Flashback~

"How could I forget?" I said, tears I my eyes. I couldn't tell if they were from happiness or sadness.

"How long ago was that? God, like 10 years?" He smiled.

"Something like that," I muttered. "Childhood memories, right?"

"Right." He said.

"How'd you know it wasn't a joke?" I question.

"I think I'd know you better than that by now, Mat. You looked sad, done with everything. I knew something was wrong." I rested my hand on his, which rested flat next to his side.

"You really are the best friend a guy could ask for," I told him.

"Don't I know it," He chuckled lightly. "So you're going to jump?"

"Yes." He smiled sadly.

"Mat. I will follow whatever you choose because I'm your best friend," He said, echoing what I'd said years ago. His fingers laced with mine. I looked up and met blue eyes. Eyes that were beautiful, sad, and, above all, tired of everything. Tired of feeling all this pain and tired of living.

"On three," I told him. "One."

"Two," He declared.

"Brandon," I said, interrupting our counting. "Would it be too late to tell you I love you?"

He smiled and tilted my face up to face him. He kissed me lightly. A goodbye kiss. This kiss, it contained so much. It had all of our sadness, regrets, and love. It was then that I knew neither of us were going to back down.

"Three," We whispered. Our bodies pushed themselves off the edge.

And for a second there, I swear we flew.