Clairvoyant || NovaHD || Sequel

Eleven.

a/n: I usually put these at the end but I wanted to apologize. this story was put on hold for way too long and I'm sorry, but I'm working on this and another that I have in mind. I might write a twenty one pilots story if you guys would want it.

anyway, kinda a weird story but the italics are a continuation of their conversation in the last chapter if you're confused :)))

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"I'm just saying, you could do better. Tell me, have you heard that lately?"

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"Was school okay?"

It was a Friday and Aleks was propped beside Kevin in their shared bed. He shrugged at his question.

"Yeah," he paused, "it was fine."

Aleks wasn't in the mood for conversation. There was too much going on inside of his brain and he couldn't focus on anything right now other than the last time he saw James. When he told him he wanted to keep his hoodie.

"Um, I think you need to leave, now."

Aleks shuffled his feet across the flooring before sulking. He made his way painstakingly slowly towards the front of the kitchen, and James followed a little bit too closely behind, though Aleks wanted to ignore it. He made it to the handle but wheeled around on the back of his heels before he could be out the door. 

"Can I come back.. maybe, tomorrow?"

"The kid's not been giving you trouble, has he?"

Kevin's question brought a frown onto his lips. He nestled into the younger's neck, then shook his head to let out a soft, "No."

He didn't know how to answer that question. Sure, Kevin had beaten him up lately, but his so-called beau had been causing so many emotional problems, still causing his heart to ache. It wasn't like he could tell Kevin that though. He knew that Kevin would lose it because James was not the root of Aleks' problems; he was. 

"I don't.. think that that's a good idea, uh,"

Aleks shifted from foot to foot, taking a deep yet flustered breath. He tapped nervously on the door frame because James has never been someone to say no. At least, not to him. His heart was pounding and practically telling him to stay, and he tried not to listen. Listening to his heart had never done much good for him. 

"W-why? Why not?"

James frowned, licking his lips. 

"You sure you're okay, honey?" Kevin spoke, shaking Aleks' shoulders a bit. "You're quiet today."

He had to force a smile and squeeze his hand for fake reassurance. "I'm fine," he murmured, "just a migraine."

James licked his lips, his brain traveling a mile an hour again. 

"Just.. why? You keep coming here after not talking to me for fuckin' years, put me through all this shit, and you.. you hurt me."

He had to hesitate to momentarily think about the beatings. 

"Now you keep insisting on seeing me? I don't understand."

Aleks nodded because, truly, he understood the boy's frustration. He leaned against the frame and kept his eyes on his feet. 

"I don't know, I just want to talk!" Stuffing his hands in his pockets, "I wanna talk. It's been so long since we've done anything-

"Thanks to you." 

James' words slipped before he could retract them and they cut Aleks like a knife. His momentary confidence melted away immediately. What he had said was true, but he never wanted t voice it. James still feared what his elder may do, even though he genuinely seemed like he wanted to talk.

Kevin disrupted Aleks once again, shifting around to find his phone. "Time is it?" He muttered to himself. 

It read 2:15 and Aleks locked his jaw. James would be here in only 45 minutes.

Just as well, Kevin made a move to get out of bed. He lingered around their room and tossed a sweatshirt on whist Aleks leaned forward and stretched slowly. 

"You're right," Aleks sighed, "and I can't explain the things I've done."

"Then there's no reason for you to be here." 

Aleks was getting angry now. The least he deserved after all the things he's gone through in the past couple days was an explanation, and he couldn't even get that. What did he expect him to do, though? Drop everything and forget what he's done to become secret lovers again or something? He knew James, and he knew that he couldn't do that. He just couldn't.

So, he shook his head and closed to door in Aleks' face. He was ready to go off when he opened the door again and stepped back inside. He was ready to tell the Russian boy to get the hell off of his property but he was stopped before he could open his mouth.

"James, please," Aleks really did seem to be having a struggle with himself, with their situation, "I just want to be near you."

Seven words. Those seven words had James dissolving inside. He glanced at the boy, severely surprised when he saw what looked to be tears rising towards his lashes. James looked away, ignoring it. In turn, Aleks crying made him want to hug the other and never let go. James didn't want to be so weak. 

"Maybe. Maybe, we could just hang out.." Aleks continued, albeit a little shaky, "maybe. Maybe then I could explain things."

James didn't understand why Aleks couldn't tell him what happened. Why his best friend and his lover turned stranger and ran away with someone else after all that time. What could have made him change so drastically? It was curiosity that slowly wore down his defenses. 

Once they were downstairs, at the backdoor, Kevin took Aleks into an embrace. Playful kisses on his lips comforted him despite how anxious he was. 

"I'll call you," Kevin said over his shoulder.

"See ya," Aleks smiled. 

He gave Kevin's hand another squeeze before letting him go and watching him slip from the house. He then closed to door softly and slid down it afterwards.

Regardless of if Aleks was excited or just nervous, he couldn't help but to crack a grin. One that Kevin couldn't give him nowadays. 

"Please, James, just give me a chance."

James wavered his options for an eternal moment. He just sighed and shut the door in Aleks' face again; this time with an resigned nod.

He wanted answers, he really did. So, he decided to give Aleks this chance. He knew he shouldn't and he knew that Seamus would kill him, and personally, he didn't know why he was doing it himself. He had no reason to listen to someone who had caused him so much misery. 

Still, he was going to cave in because he didn't have an ounce of willpower when it came to the boy. He never had.

James remembered when they were young and would sneak around his house in the middle of the night and get something to eat out of his dad's pantry. Then, Aleks would always sneak the alcohol and whatever other unholy things he could manage to smuggle into James' house when his dad wasn't looking. 

He remembered how alive he felt in the wrong. He remembered how his heart raced because he knew they could get caught, but he really wanted a beer and he really wanted Aleks, so he didn't care. Back then, he was worth it.

So, maybe James was in the wrong now. He couldn't help but to wonder whether this person, a shadow of the old Aleks, was worth it now. If he was worth waiting for. 

Regardless of if he liked it or not, the butterflies that swarmed his stomach told him that he was.

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"I'm just saying, you could do better. And I'll start hating only if you make me."