"Walter?"
Daniel held my shoulder tightly as I sobbed into my hands.
"What happened?"
"No-Nothing...Happened.."
"Then why-"
"I hate myself."
I cried.
"I hate myself."
I repeated. I felt my body giving up on me, my legs deciding to stop. I slowly slipped down, sinking to my knees.
"I hate my-myself...so much.."
I held my head in my hands and gripped my hair tightly. Daniel had sank down next to me, his hand never leaving my shoulder. How could I think such horrible things about someone who cared so much about me? It was such a simple mistake anyone would make.
"Walter why do you hate yourself?"
I forced myself to stop crying and slowly pulled my hands from my hair. I breathed in horribly jagged breaths and looked up at Daniel. Complete sadness and worry written so noticeably in his eyes.
"Because I.. I think too much."
"What do you mean?"
"Little things...become big things. You forgot our plans.. Such a simple mistake.."
I repeated my thoughts out loud. I sounded so stupid.
"And yet I...Had a fucking panic attack over it."
I gulped down tears that strained my eyes and lungs to come out.
"I got jealous of you, and of Katie, because I'm a weak minded person...I hate it..."
I couldn't keep eye contact with him anymore, I pulled my face away and looked at my shaking hands.
"Walter, everyone gets jealous. It's normal."
"Maybe so but.. I don't want to be selfish and hold you back."
"You wont. I make my own choices. Sure- some of them are kinda focused around you but.. Hey man, I'm a grown boy. I know how to live life."
I nodded slowly.
"Your choices are focused around me..."
I said out loud. More to myself then to him.
"Yeah."
He agreed.
"Like moving here?"
This time I was asking him directly, looking up at him again.
"Yeah. And like moving into this neighborhood again. Or going to your school. Or hitting a girl, for the first time ever."
He laughed a little under his breath.
"But that's because I care about you. You're my best friend. Whether you like it or not. So stop thinking that I don't care. Okay?"
I nodded slowly.
"Okay. It's um.. Something we both have to get used to."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't just...stop thinking that way. You know?"
"You're like a wounded, left-behind puppy."
He giggled. I shrugged and smiled.
"I kind of am."
"That's true. Don't worry, i'll remind you all the time I care. Okay?"
I smiled. My heart warming up.
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Daniel? (BoyXBoy)
Teen FictionWalter Carles and Daniel Smith where best child-hood friends. They were always together. Until one summer, when Daniel's father got a promotion, and his whole family moved away. From there friends in Texas, to a new home in New York. That was whe...