Boyfriends (bxb) sequel to crushing

11

*Justin*

Trystyn just walked out the door and we followed him to the front door. He hopped in some sketchy white van with the words 'Happy House' on the side. Like what the hell. "Ugh. James picked him up." was all Jordan said with a roll. Riley asked, "Who the hell is James?" "He is the guy in the lobby at the Happy House mental institution. Trystyn only calls when he feels like he can't keep in control of his actions or his body." Jordan explained. Ally asked, "Do you think it's because of Tyler and Mason?" I groaned and stormed up stairs and started banging on Tyler's door. "You better open the fuck up!" i shouted. I was beyond pissed off and he knew it too. I heard scrambling behind the door and several thumps before a flushed Tyler opened the door in gross clothes. "What?" He asked glaring at me. I stated, "You know longer have a younger brother because Trystyn left." "Haha very funny, Jay." he responded going to close the door in my face, but I caught it with my foot. "I'm not kidding here Ty. He literally walked out the door and hopped in some van called the 'Happy House' " I stated the anger clear in my voice mixed with annoyance and irritation. Mason called from the bed, "This kid does drugs for sure." "The 'Happy House' is a mental insitution." I stated still heated. All the sudden a hand was on my shoulder pulling me back. "Justin, just leave them alone. If he doesn't care, then screw him." Jordan said steering me outside.

*trystyn*
I hopped into the van and James took off. "So Trystyn how bad is it this time." He asked never taking his eyes off the road. I sighed saying "I'm not sure, I feel myself slipping back and watching the world around me not in control." James hummed before shock came over his face and cleared his throat before saying "Trystyn, how old are you?" "17, why?" I responded. he said "because last time you were thirteen." " yeah I was 17 then too but couldn't tell cuz of the mental development problem caused by my dad." I stated with a shrug. James nodded thoughtfully as we arrived in the parking lot. He looked at me asking " do you really wanna stay here where your friends will find you and try to bail you out? Or would you rather come stay with me, my wife and my son?" "Are you sure that'd be okay?" I asked. He looked me dead in the eyes before saying "of course. My wife knows where I work and she is glad I work there helping teenagers because our ten year old son is in fact schizophrenic." " I can help with that. I guess I'll stay with you then." I said nodding. He hummed and we headed to his little town house.