Fix The Mask

Silence is golden

Tyler lazily kept an eye on the other who was letting out soft snores. Implied, since he had cried like a bitch most of the night and his nose was probably clogged up from snot.

After Craig had told Tyler what had happened he had started crying again, Tyler trying to soothe him with words and warm hugs. Craig had evidently passed out at some point and Tyler simply moved him to his bed, debating for 5 minutes whether to join him or go sleep on the couch. As he saw the grip Craig had on his wrist when he was about to actually leave him alone, he couldn't leave the guy alone. So here he was, watching Craig with a calm demeanour, as if everything was right in the world. Because Craig's face itself was very calm, despite being a bit shiny from his tears still, and it gave the taller boy a sense of clearance in his life.

The thing that was haunting him the most right now, though, was Craig's pure look of desperation as he clinged onto Tyler's shirt suddenly when the other was about to get his phone.

"Don't tell anyone else!" He had almost whimpered, and Tyler had instantly obliged, going back to hugging the life out of his smaller friend.

He had also made himself a promise. From this night on forward he would keep Craig safe no matter what. Even if he had to take a bullet. Because he...

.

..

...

Tyler's eyes widened in the dark as a blush creeped onto his face.

"Holy shit...I love Craig," he whispered to nobody in particular.

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Jonathan took in a big breath of air and sighed out heavily. "I never thought I'd love morning this much, fucking hell!" he looked at Evan beside him, who was smiling at him. Again, as always.

Jonathan paid no attention to it at this moment, though, as he just grinned back at him. Evan looked downwards a bit and intertwined their hands. Jonathan's grin faded as he slightly blushed from the touch, sending waves of heat through his hand.

"I'm not going to school today, either. I'm gonna spend the day with you, Jon," Evan looked up again, the chocolate brown eyes filled with sweetness hitting Jonathan like a brick wall. He felt himself choke on his own damn breath as he looked away.

"You don't have to... the guys miss you."

"No, they don't," Evan adjusted his backpack on his shoulder with his free hand and motioned Jonathan to start walking, which he did. The two left the front courtyard of the hospital, and Jonathan had never been so happy to actually leave those white walls. When he had last been in the hospital, injured, he had wished to stay in there forever, so he wouldn't have to face the empathetic looks of his sister, face facts that his mother was dead, see all his father's belongings left behind in that now empty house.

Jonathan basically flung his head downwards as he remembered that crap.

Evan took notice and frowned, "Nothing was your fault, Jonathan."

Jonathan sighed, "You weren't there so shut up about the pity thing."

"Wha- I wasn't-"

As Jonathan let go of Evan's hand and dug it into his blue hoodies pocket, which Evan had of course given back to him the very next day of the shooting, Evan realised he had royally fucked up.

"I...I'm sorry, Delirious. I didn't mean..."

"No, I get it. Just...forget it," Jonathan shook his head side to side, giving Evan a patient smile.