They Found Out | C.F. & O2L

Chapter 22

Kian's P.O.V.

I wasn't very thrilled about leaving Connor alone with Jc. Don't get me wrong, I trust these boys, but Jc is really sick and Connor isn't in a good state of mind at the moment. If I could have cancelled my plans, I would have cancelled them straight away. Unluckily for me, there was no way I could cancel them.

I had made these meeting plans, when I was sure someone was staying home. I know that sounds unfair to Connor, but it's true. I know Connor is old enough to stay home and go out by himself, but if someone being there with him means a less chance of him dying, I'm willing to take it. Of course I don't want him to die. What kind of friend am I if I want to see him dead? That's not considered a good friend. Not even close. Both literally and metaphorically.

Walking into the room where the meeting would be held was easy. Getting out of that room was a lot harder. At least harder than I thought it would be.

Connor's P.O.V.
I did it. I cut myself. I didn't want to be and feel pathetic anymore. Not that the last part is possible. I cleaned everything up and talked to the mirror for a bit, waiting for my voice to get back to normal after crying for a little while.

Jc was wiped out on the couch. The tv is on, but I don't think he's watching it, let alone having the energy to watch it. The boy is on the couch with his head moved off of the pillow and the blanket halfway draped over his body. Probably way too warm for him. The glass of water is almost empty and the pack with cookies still closed. I take both and put the cookies away and refilling the glass. I did my utterly best to try and set the glass down as soft as I could, but I don't think he was asleep as he lifts his head up from the couch.

"What time is it?" He asks me. "It's only eleven." I tell him while checking my phone. He looks very distraught, but I'm sure he's not interested in a conversation. I walk into the kitchen to make myself some lunch. Every little strength I got in me is fighting against it. My body doesn't want food. I don't want food, I already think I'm too fat. I do realize I need food to stay alive. Even if I do want to die. I might as well hang around a little longer for the boys.

Before I even finish making myself some lunch, Kian walks through the door. He wasn't supposed to be back for a while. "What are you doing here?" I know he can hear the confusion in my voice. "Well, glad to see you too." He says sarcastically. "Yes. Hi. Glad to see you. Happy?" I ask him monotonously. He shakes his head. "You can be so childish at times." He laughs. "Thank you." I thank him. "But for real. Why are you so early?" I ask him. "I called Jc and he said he hadn't seen you for a while. I thought you had went out. I felt the need to come back for him, but you never went away apparently." I shake my head. "Never even went near the door." I swear.

"Okay then." He says as the both of us sit down at the table. "You could have called me to check, you know. I told you this morning I was going to stay home for him. And you know I don't break these kind of promises." I tell him. He nods his head. "Yeah, I know. Stupid. But I also used it as an excuse to get out of that boring meeting." He says. I laugh at his stupidity and he slightly blushes as he silently laughs along with me. "You stupid." I scold him in a friendly way and he punches my shoulder, from which I fall from my chair in laughter. I never knew Kian could be so embarrassed. In this household; he is the man. Sometimes Ricky overrules him, but still.

It sounds weird, because he is also the woman in this household. He runs the errands, or at least makes the lists; he makes sure we all get dinner, or makes sure someone cooks it; he makes sure to run the washing machine, or makes sure someone does that. He makes sure we have a running household. I silently eat my food and put the dishes in the dishwasher when I finish it. "Got anymore plans today?" I ask Kian when I return at the table. "I was thinking that I needed to upload a video. So I have got some editing to do." He explains. "Cool. Alright, if you need me, I'll be in my room doing the same." I tell him. He nods in response and I ran up the stairs to walk into my room.