The walk to Tony's house was an awkward silence. Once we reached the small home, I dug in the plant to find the spare key and unlocked the door, walking in after tossing the key back in the plant.
"Tony! We're here!" I shouted, running up his stairs, Vic following behind me. "Hey Tones." I greeted him and hugged him, smiling. As he pulled away he noticed my arm and gave me a concerned look.
"Oh my God, Blake! What happened to your arm?!" He asked, shocked, pulling me into the bathroom and shutting the door, leaving Vic standing confused in Tony's room, alone.
"What the fuck, Tony?" I asked as he turned on the faucet, making the water cold and grabbed a rag from the closet. He took off my bracelets as he ran the rag under the water, pressing it to my wrist. I winced. "Ow ow ow ow ow! Fuck, Tony!" I said, trying to move my arm away.
"Blake, hold still!" He said as he continued cleaning my arm off. "He knows, doesn't he?" I gulped.
"Yeah, my arm started bleeding in front of him." I sighed, as did Tony.
"Well, what are you going to do? You just met him less than 12 hours ago." He looked at me seriously as he dried off my arm. "Don't put on your bracelets until later, it'll irritate the cuts." I groaned, not responding to Tony's question as we walked out of the bathroom and back into his room. We saw Vic sitting awkwardly on the floor, looking up as we walked in. I hid my arm, beginning to feel self concious.
"Hey." I greeted, sitting on the bed, as Tony went for the floor as usual.
"Hi." Vic said back, looking over at me and then at Tony, smiling.
"You play'?" Tony asked as he handed Vic an Xbox controller. Vic smirked as Tony popped in a COD disk.
"You bet your ass I do." Vic said as they began playing.
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About 30 minutes later, and three consecutive rounds of Vic beating Tony in Black Ops, they decided to call it quits.
"You totally cheated, man!" Tony said, outraged by Vic beating him in his best game.
"I swear to God I didn't!" Vic said, holding up his hands in defense. Tony just groaned and stood up.
"You guys hungry? I'm gonna go get some food." He grabbed his keys and opened the door to exit his room.
"Where are you going?" Vic questioned.
"Taco Bell, that sound good?" He asked. Vic smiled big.
"When wouldn't that sound good?" He replied. "Can you get me a Doritos Locos taco, nacho cheese, please?" He asked and Tony nodded.
"Sure thing, what about you, Blake?" I just smiled at him politley.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass. I ate a lot today, haha." I fakely laughed. He gave me a stern look, not believing the lie that I had told him.
"Okay." He said, walking out and slamming the front door. I sighed and bit my lip, trying not to cry again.
"Hey, you okay?" I heard a voice ask. I looked up and realized it was Vic. I forgot he was even there. I sniffled a bit, trying to smile my best.
"Yeah, I uh.. just don't like making him feel bad or like.. worry about me more than he already does." I responded, not having enough courage to stay looking at him, and ended up staring at the floor.
"Why would he worry about you, though? I mean, aside from the self harm, I mean.. What just happened that I missed?" He questioned. I gulped.
"N-nothing.." I stuttered, biting my lip.
