Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 40. A Struggle

FANART BY Rocknrebel44
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Hey guys. I know I said that I will delete the previous note, but nevermind. If I delete it, new readers will surely ask questions about the slow romance in this story and I'd have to explain it all over again. Sorry for the joke, I really wasn't serious when I wrote it, I didn't think it would make such a fuss (I thought you'd immediately see the 'lol jk' part). I even pissed off some people who have no sense of humor.

ANYWAY NEW CHAP! :D

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Later that night . . .

"She got really close to you?" The hooded figure asked, tilting his head as he thought, "What do you mean exactly?"

"She cornered me and then she leaned really close to me, then she just backed away and started that obnoxious laugh of hers." He lowly said, a hint of obvious displeasure in his voice.

The two men sitting on a fallen tree paused and blankly stared at him before turning to each other, not speaking. They knew very well what was running on each other's minds, but the sudden occurrence is a little too unpredicted, causing them to space out.

Finally, the same man wearing an orange hoodie turned back to him and spoke, ". . . And what did you do?" He muttered as he gripped the flashlight in his hands. He thought it would be necessary because not even the moon can be seen in the sky as the gray clouds block it. The meeting was, indeed, sudden.

"What do you mean?" His face remained grim, "I did nothing."

"Huh . . ." The man shrugged, "I don't really know what to think. I didn't see it happen, and your story is a little vague."

"I just explained it to you." He furrowed his brows in discontent before looking on to the masked man remaining quiet, "Tim?"

The man simply shook his head, "I don't know either. Maybe she just wanted to bother you again, you did say she always do that."

"I thought so." He spoke, remembering today's events.

The hooded man, growing impatient, pointed the flashlight on the tall man's face, "Why does it matter anyway?!" The man complained as he kept flickering the flashlight on and off, causing Him to squint his eyes at the bright light, "You called us out here for this? I want to slee －" He trailed off and kept the light on him as he saw his face and realized that the tone of his skin is slightly different from the usual, pale one.

"Brian, stop tha－" He warned and tried to take the source of light, but he couldn't.

Because it was thrown at him with a strong, unnecessary amount of force.

Surprised, the tall man gripped the side of his head where the flashlight had hit him, "What are you doing?!"

The hooded man stood, "I can't believe a girl like her has this impact on you. What the hell, Byron?!" He yelled, unexpectedly angered, "You know you can't get too close with anyone! What happens if she finds out?"

The tall man picked up the flashlight from the ground, "You didn't have to throw the damn thing." He threw it back at the man with twice the force used against him.

"Ow!" The man exclaimed as it hits his chest. His expression is more surprised than angered because of the unexpected choice of words and actions shown to him by the normally unfazed man.

"You think I don't know that?" The tall man continued, "Why do you think I'm consulting the both of you? I don't know what I'm supposed to do!"