Just Get Jealous ( H2OWildcat )

Chapter Seven

"Are you alright?" Lui asked to Nogla, searching through his eyes. 

Nogla just nodded and smiled again. "Uh, y-yeah, I'm fine." He cleared his throat. "Just been a long week."

Lui's eyebrows knit together. "Do you need anything?"

Nogla gave an awkward laugh. "There's nothing that can really help at this point." He didn't like being so negative, but he let it flow, sighing. 

"H... How about a hug?" Lui asked a bitshyly. 

Nogla smiled and embraced him tight, not giving an answer. 

Lui stayedsilent, too, and hugged him back. 

The silence was thick and long, but, finally Lui gave in with a sigh. "Nogla, you really need to start looking out for yourself. Stop focusing on others for once."

Then, they pulled apart and smiled to each other, lingering their gazes.

"Um." Lui broke away. "You should get some rest."

"Oh, right." Nogla nodded and watched Lui turn. "Goodnight.."

.:.

" Tyler," Nogla called out, knocking on said man's door. "You can't hide in there forever."

By now, it was the next day. But, for Tyler, nothing changed. His thoughts consisted of regret and calling himself an idiot. 

"Tyler," Nogla said again. "Open the door." His tone was stern now, and somehow it convinced Tyler to stand up and open his door. "Come on; I'm not letting you hide out in here. You're going to at least try and make up with Jonathan."

Tyler's frame dropped instantly, but he complied to Nogla's words anyways. Like Hell was Tyler getting in an argument with Nogla.

They walked down the hallway together, Tyler now growing anxious and a bit annoyed. He casted glances every now and then to Nogla, and they were always offered back with comforting ones.

Once they arrived in the kitchen, the air was light; as if last night had never happened. It was an amazing relief.

Tyler awkwardly slipped into the a chair next to Nogla, whom was already chatting and laughing with Lui, Luke even joining in his own commentary sometimes.

The only thing that was a reminded, though, was the silent and gloomy Jonathan across from him. He poked at his food with his fork, even with Evan reminding him to eat.

At least Evan wasn't mad, though; he was too nice and considerate.

Tyler remained silent while eating, listening to each conversation he could. And it was one of the first times he realized just how boring their conversations could be without him in it. 

About an hour foreward, breakfeast had ended, and each person got up and left, going to do whatever they pleased.

Conveniently and annoyingly, Jonathan and Tyler were the last two that remained, clearly not knowing what to do. They stayed there for minutes and minutes, both bathing in the awkward silence and taping of a branch against the window. Nogla's words kept repeating in his mind, but no matter how much he tried, Tyler couldn't say a word.

"Um." Tyler looked up to Jonathan, who had surprisingly spoke first. "S...Sorry about last night, you know..."

Tyler bit his tongue, not saying anything. What was he supposed to say, anyways?

"You were right," Jonathan continued. "Evan and I did have a fight." His eyes kept streaming tears, though they were constantly whipped away each time. "Everything you said.. Was true, honestly. How I always go to Evan, how I can't do things on my own..."

Tyler sighed and stood, going over to sit next to Jonathan who now had face hidden on the table, wrapped in his arms. Tyler delayed a bit before rubbing his back in comfort. "That's not true, Jonathan. Don't listen to what I say when I'm mad, alright? You lived most of your life without Evan and did so much on your own. You know it's just been a rough week on all of us."

Jonathan shook his head. "I'm only a burden to all of you. I should just kill myself."

Tyler tightened his grip on Jonathan's shoulder, and finally he looked to Tyler. "Don't you dare, he hissed. "As much as a burden you think you are, you killing yourself will be much more heavier." Tyler allowed Jonathan to grab into his arms and cry harshly into his shoulder. Even after he was calmed and no longer crying, they continued to be in each other's hold, Tyler playing with Jon's hair. 

"Tyler," Jonathan now said. Tyler hummed in reply. "D-do you wanna go get food sometime? I... feel like I owe it to you."

Tyler tried to hide his grin, but failed. "Yeah, of course."

Jonathan smiled back and stood. "Great. Um, I'll come get you... Around dinner?"

"Smooth," Tyler snorted. He was pretty sure Jonathan heard it right out of a romance movie. But he nodded when Jonathan let out a shy laugh. "See you then, Delirious."