Crawl

Twenty-One\\ Pilots

[A/N: ***Possible Triggering*** If easily triggered, please do not read the full chapter. It's completely fine to read Jason's part, but do not read Slim's POV if you're easily triggered.
A key part will be there too, however I'll repeat it in the next chapter for those unable to read this full chapter.
I love you.]

Jason\\

"...and she was like 'It's hard as fuck—like my bars! Ooh, boo yah!'" Malcolm explained before erupting into a fit of laughter over the story of a corny joke that his ex-girlfriend told him when they were in high school.

He was telling the new kid about What's-Her-Name while I stood in the doorway. He told this story a dozen times before and every time he spoke of her, he seemed to be having mixed emotions of happiness, sadness, and immaturity. As if the story of her made him go back to his childhood days.

"What ever happened to this chick? She's like a really cool girl from the stories you tell us." Chaz laughed along.

"Last I heard she was working in the mall at Spencer's part time while studying marine biology in school, but I don't shop there so there's no need for me to go see if it's true." Malcolm shrugged.

"Why did you guys break up?" The new kid asked.

"I couldn't provide her with the shit she needed most. I didn't have the money." Malcolm sighed.

"Damn, she was a gold digger?" New kid asked. Malcolm shook his head.

"No; she never asked for much but I could tell she wanted more than I could offer." Malcolm explained.

"Yo, what's with all this gay shit? Who has feelings anymore? You gotta chill with that, Malcolm." I butted in, stepping fully into the room at this point.

Malcolm sucked his teeth and glared at me. "Look, just because your girl fucking broke your heart doesn't mean that you gotta put a damper on my shit." Malcolm countered. I raised a brow and snickered.

"Who says I fucking care about that bitch anymore?" I asked harshly. "Whoever told you that fucking lied. I couldn't care less about her. She could die today and I'd fucking celebrate!"

"Don't say that, Jason, because you know damn well you'd be depressed as fuck. You know you still love her, stop lying. You act like Diana is taking your mind off of her and we all know that you're only with her because she reminds you of Slim."

I charged at him and shoved him against the wall. Who the fuck did he think he was, going against my say and comparing Diana with that bitch? "Shut the fuck up, McCormick." I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Why? Did I hit a soft spot?" Malcolm asked with a sly smirk on his fucking face, as if I wouldn't smack that shit off of him. "Don't like when we talk about Slim, huh?"

Out of anger, I threw a punch at Malcolm, only for him to dodge it and tackle me to the ground. He and Chaz held me down to the carpeted floor while the new kid yelled for the other guys to come.

Slade and Justin ran to the living room to see me pinned down and fighting against everybody. My face was red as Hell and my blood was boiling.

"What's wrong with him?" The new kid asked. "He's not usually like this."

"No, he's just fucking bipolar." Malcolm said annoyed. "And honestly, we've had enough of your bullshit McCann."

"I didn't fucking ask, McCormick." I spat. He wiped his face and punched my stomach. I released a breath of air and attempted to get up, but failed. Slade and Justin came around and lifted me up, holding me back from Malcolm. "Let me go!" I yelled, kicking my feet and wagging out of their grip, only for them to tighten up.