Daniel? (BoyXBoy)

Nine- Well Great.

"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.