AN: So I managed to type up another chapter for you guys!! I have a warning for you too though, unfortunately my Winter Break will be ending tomorrow so I don't think I'll be able to update this fanfiction as often. I'll do my best to type as much as I can tonight and tomorrow to get a little stockpile of chapters and I'll try to type as often as I can. But for now: Enjoy this chapter!!
David had barely reached the door when it swung open, revealing Ian, who still didn't look so great. His face still had a slight hint of green and his eyes seemed to be darker than they were twenty minutes ago. David looked Ian up and down again before coming to the conclusion that he shouldn't be going to school. "Ian, I think you should stay home. No offence, but you look like shit."
Ian shrugged David's comment off with a laugh. "Nah, I feel fine." Ian replied as he watched his parents pull out of the driveway, heading to work. Ian stepped out the door to leave with David when the dizziness hit him like a ton of bricks, this time was even worse. As he turned to lock the door behind him he started to stumble and fell over, hitting the wall.
"Yeah, we are not going to school. You'll never make it through the hallway and I can't just leave you when you can barely walk." David said as he grabbed Ian's key out of his hand and unlocked the door again. Carefully David put his arm around Ian to help him walk back inside; at David's touch Ian felt like he was feeling better. After he drank the glass of water David gave him Ian did feel well enough to walked, but instead feigned dizziness to force physical contact between himself and David. "Let's get you upstairs," David said, putting his arm around Ian once again; but pushing himself closer to Ian's body this time.
When David got Ian to his room he flopped down in the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. This left David sitting there by himself, not sure what to do. After playing a few rounds of Mortal Kombat against the computer, which put up almost no fight, David stretched and yawned. All last night he'd been thinking about Ian and trying to figure out how his feelings for him; in the end he realized he might like Ian more than just a friend.
Not wanting to scare him, David carefully laid down on Ian's bed, promising himself it would just be four a minute. He stayed far enough away to make sure he wasn't touching Ian. Then, after the few minutes he promised himself went by, he gave himself longer until he eventually fell asleep.
"Shit!" David whispered as he slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them. Ian was still fast asleep, but had apparently rolled over, closer to David, and wrapped him in his arms. As David tried to pry himself out so he could act as if none of this happened he realized how strong Ian really was. Careful movements would never untangle him without waking Ian so he was forced to remain still and create an explanation for their current position.
Finally Ian woke up, surprised that he was holding David, but instead of instantly pulling away with a shocked expression he smiled as he slowly released David, hoping to not be greeted with anger. To Ian's surprise David rolled over to face him with a smirk, "Just couldn't get enough, could ya?" He asked.
David wasn't even sure where that confidence came from to ask such a question. He never thought of himself as a flirty person, when he liked someone he stayed quiet and kept it to himself for so long that by the time he asked them out they already had a boyfriend. He began to blush so he got up, hoping Ian wouldn't notice. Ian replied with a laugh as David tripped over his own backpack and feel into Ian's desk, knocking over some papers. "Are you alright?" Ian questioned as he quickly got out of bed to help David up. Then he realized when David fell he pushed a bottle of Oxycodone onto the floor. He tried to grab it quickly so David wouldn't see it, but it was too late. David picked it up first, reading the label.
"Oxycodone?" David asked as he took the hand Ian offered out to help him up, "What are you taking this for?" David tried to act as if he was just curious, but he was concerned. He knew exactly what Oxycodone was and how dangerous it could be.
"Oh, just..." Ian tried to manufacture a lie, "pain relief." Ian knew David wouldn't believe him the minute he said it. "Look, it's nothing. It doesn't matter," Ian said, reaching to grab the bottle from David.
David moved the bottle behind his back so Ian couldn't get to it, "No way. I can't let you have this back. These are fucking dangerous Ian! Did you even read the side effects?" David showed Ian the side of the bottle and started listing them out without having read them. "Nausea, dizziness, sleepiness, blue lips, fainting, and seizures! You can't just take this stuff whenever you want, it's highly addictive. It could kill you!"
Ian just stared at David; he didn't understand, he didn't have his side of the story. "Calm down, I'm fine. It's fine; I'm not addicted to those things."
David shook his head, "Dump them in the toilet and flush them then." He challenged. Ian shook his head and grabbed the bottle out of David's hand with ninja like speed.
"You don't know... You wouldn't understand." Ian said as he stuffed them under his pillow and sat down on the bed, his face buried in his hands. Ian was finally breaking down, in all the time since the car accident Ian hadn't actually cried. Yes, he'd gotten teary eyed, but never actually cried the way Joshua did back in the hospital.
David saw how clearly Ian needed someone at that moment and walked over to him and sat down next to him on the bed, pulling him into a hug. "You can tell me about it if you want?" He offered, "I'll listen." Ian took in a deep staggered breath and began to explain what led him to this point.
