Breaking Them Up (BoyxBoy) (On Hold Forever)

Breaking Them Up :::6::::

*Damein’s POV*

　

My hair was wet and lank, my jacket soaked through to my skin, and I hadn’t even arrived yet. Ever since earlier today… ever since Kyle told me to deliver the message even… my mind has been lost, constantly off daydreaming about what was going on all around me.

I needed stability. I needed Seth.

So, even though he was as involved in this mess as any of us, he was the most oblivious, and if I was honest, my only real friend since the death of my sister. I need some normality, and though it wasn’t something I did often, showing up at his house in the middle of the night was something I’d normally do, sopping wet or otherwise. I start jogging lightly when his house comes into view.

I can’t exactly knock, considering his little sister and parents will long be in bed, so I pull out the phone I’d brought for this reason alone and moments after sending a quick text he’s opening the door, squinting down at me tiredly “What are you doing…”

“I didn’t wat to be alone” I reply, which as kind of true.

“I was almost asleep…” he yawns “Well, come in, I guess”

I step in, throwing off my wet jacket and beginning to shiver. Funny, I hadn’t realized how cold I was until I was someplace warm. Seth sighs, going to his closet to receive a towel for my use. I wrap it around me like a cape and fall onto his couch. Is it wrong that I wish he’d wrap his arms around me?

He sighs again, sitting down on the arm “Is there something in particular you wanted to talk about?”

I blink “No... why, should there be?”

“Well, jesus” Seth looks serverly agitated, but I don’t have to look to know. He so rarely took ‘the lords’ name in vain. “It’s the middle of the night, you walked here alone in the rain, woke me up, and now you’re saying you didn’t even have a reason? It’s annoying Damein”

My eyes round, staring up at him in shock “You think I’m annoying….?”

“Yeah, I do Damien. You’re annoying. You can’t just do whatever the hell you want, and another thing, you…” as my tears well up his voice dries up in his throat. He seems to realize only now that he’s yelling and what he’s saying. It shouldn’t hurt as badly as it did to hear him say that.

Annoying. I guess that’s all I’ll ever be to him.

“No, Damein wait-” he tries, as I drop the towel and get up. “-I didn’t-”

“Mean it?” I raise an eyebrow at him “That’s always your excuse”

“Where are your going?” he ask, his voice paniky.

“To kill myself” I lie, watching with faint enjoyment as his panic rises further “See ya” I dart out the door before he can stop me and sprint away from his house, hearing him stop chasing me at the end of his drive way. Really? That’s all I was worth? The end of his driveway?

“Damien! Wait! Please come back!” he shouts after me. But I’m to annoying to turn back, so I push myself harder, running faster, the rain twice as cold without my jacket but my body warmer due to the running. It is a long way though, so I’m not even half way back before I’m cramped and out of breath, panting on the side of the highway well I wait for a gap in traffic.

I’m wiping the uncomfortable mingle of tears and rain from under my cheek when a car suddenly does a very illegal turn, tires squealing, and lets loose a very unpleasant honking noise. It pulls up beside me, and I’m left to peer at it nervously. Some kind of creep…?