Just a little bit of love. ~A Ministar Fanfic

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Tobi's POV (Hehehehe)

I slowly open my eyelids to see that I am in a car. A very familiar car, Jide's car to be exact. With a raging headache slowly rising I look over to my right I see Josh driving sipping some coffee. I turn to see Jide passed out in the back seat snoring like a fifty year old woman with asthma.
"Morning." I hear Josh say speaking in a soft tone.
"Mornin." I whisper.
"I drop you off now and I'll take JJ home." Josh explains
I nod slowly looking out seeing we aren't too far from my house. A phone buzzes and I realize it's mine. Grabbing it from the cup holder I scroll through Instagram seeing all these photos from last night that I don't even remember taking let alone being in them. As I kept going through them I spot a couple that catch my eye. Simon and Cassandra (one of the girls from last night) kissing. Another picture showing up of her grinding on him. In the photos I see that is not even liking this. I'm every photo it seems like he's trying to remove himself or trying to distract himself. I could tell he wasn't enjoying himself at all. I also notice to see the last comment on each of photos. I take a look and the comments go along the lines of
"Looks like you had fun!"
I clicked on the profile and saw it was that guy that Simon has been hanging around with lately. I think his name is Vincent or something. I don't know. Honestly I can't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I let it pass by not really letting it get to me as I continues onto Facebook. Josh pulls up to my house just seconds after. I thank Josh arms head inside to take a shower them a nap.

Simon's POV
I wake up quickly sitting up as I rub my temple. I don't have a headache since I only had one or two beers last night. Truthfully I don't even know or want to know how Jide got those beers. I shake my head to the thought of it. I look around my room seeing it a total mess. I grab a bag and start cleaning up. God how I despised last night. It was horrifically awful and I couldn't stand it. I mean yeah, I had Josh, Tobi, and JJ there but those whores ruined it. All they wanted to do was get in our pants and we weren't having it. Well three of us weren't. I finish as I walk pass the living room and out to the garage and I throw out the bag of garbage (me). I enter in the kitchen and see my parents talking and cooking breakfast. Goals. Oh my lord Simon. I snap out of it when my dad comes up to me hugging me tightly. We let go and he gust bumps me.
"I am so proud of you son." He states
I look confused and I cock an eyebrow.
"The girls last night...?" He semi says and asks
"OH yeah it was amazingggg." I lie
He smiles widely and kisses mom on the cheek
Mum places breakfast on the table and I go get a drink from the fridge. The three of us sit and eat talking about school and work; laughing every so often . Only three you ask? Well both of my brothers are in university. I miss them dearly but it's nice getting a lot more attention. I feel a lot more loved. Just I know that won't last for long. My parents both hate gays. Like full of hate. Every time it comes up on the new they also rant about how they aren't people. It makes me sorrowful but it's life. Shit is going to happen. It's just how it is I guess. I excuse my self from the table and I wash my dish before going into my room. I smell my arms and scrunch up my face. I grab some joggers and a plain white shirt and hop in the shower.

I let the cold water hit my wiry body and I let my thoughts run through my mind. I run my hands through my hair sighing deeply. Why does Cal think it's Vik's fault? Why is he a freak? Doesn't that mean that I'm a freak to?
I start to wash my hair.
What if cal tells everyone? What if he shares my secret to the whole world and I get exposed? What if my parents find out? What would they do? Why did Vik tell me his secret? I mean I'm going to keep it but why me? We have been only talking the past couple days? Why does he trust me this much? I'm not complaining but why? Why didn't I tell him mine? Why am I gay? Why am I madly in love with Vik?
I finish my shower and head to my room freshly clean and I sit down at my desk clicking through my computer and starting up my homework sighing.

Vik's POV
(TRIGGER WARNING DEPRESSING)
After I saw what happened I couldn't bare to talk to him, or even look at him. Fairly, I can't even look at myself. I'm so stupid. Why would I even think I'd have a chance with him? He is the most popular kid in school. Why would he be a sicko like me? He wouldn't. He would be gay. He's he perfect boy that every girl obsesses over. Why would he want anything to do with me? Why would he want to love me? I feel am itching sensation on my hip and wrists. Tears staining my cheeks as I firmly scratch my hips and arms.

The old feeling comes back again as these thoughts rush through my mind. Enclosing me into a small room. All alone, like always, no one here to help or save me. I briskly grab some clothes and walk shamefully into the bathroom. I start up the shower and close the sustain knowing I won't be actually bathing. I quietly locked the door sliding my stunted body down the chipped painted door ending up on the cold floor. I open the lower cabinet and I slowly grab a packet of skin destroying, pain relieving friends. I open the case and grab the first one. I bring the sharper edge down the my hip my body shaking, as I pull the heartless metal across my skin. My breathing becomes hitched as I continue my head slowly leaving back onto the door.

I stop mutilating my hip as the itch in my arm grows more and more as time goes on. I can't help myself anymore as I drag the blood stained metal across my already red arm from scratching. Again and again I do it leaving a pattern on my skin. Tears have stopped flowing but the demons in my mind don't. Crimson red blood pours out onto the thigh and onto the freezing floor. I sigh feeling somewhat better. Well more like relieved. Scratch that. I felt like a complete mess, but that is what my life is so its alright. The gashes on my skin stop staining the tiles and I pick my frail body up off the floor and I clean myself up looking liked I showered. I stop the shower and I out on lotion and deodorant, ya know the usual. I take my sweet time not being in a rush to re enter the real cruel world.

I change into one of Simon's sweatshirt that he left over yesterday. (Media) I smell it and it smells like him and I hug it tightly remembering what we have done in such a short time. We got along so well and I actually thought I had a chance. But memories are memories good or bad. I still enjoyed it and wish I could go back. I open the bathroom door and sneak to my room since I was clueless if my mother was home or not. I enter my room placing my clothes into the hamper. I proceed to grab my hamper and head downstairs to do my laundry. I see my mother sitting at the dinning room table flipping through a local market ad. She looks at me worried.
"Honest you know you can tell me anything if anything is wrong you know that right?" She asks looking at my with a weak smile.
I nod and continue down the stairs
"I love you Vik!" I hear my mom shout.
"Love you too mom." I call out
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-Bella Out!