Crybaby

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Tw: gay slur

Brendon has snuck out of the house more times than he can count.
Every time it gives him a little jolt, however.
That's what he feels right now as he stares up at Electra's house. It's big, her parents are very well off. They aren't very happy though.
They aren't home either.
Brendon slowly walks makes his way up her front walkway to a large white door.
He knocks five times.

He hears and sees no changes.

His smile fades.

He doesn't know that Electra is sobbing on the floor of her room.
He doesn't know what she is thinking.
Sh*t.
I forgot about him. He can't see me like this.
No.

Brendon leans in and knocks again.
Then he feels a much worse jolt as he makes out a faint noise.
Whimpering.
He tries to open the door but it is locked. He knocks much harder.
"Electra, are you ok? Can you please let me in?" He asks loud enough for her to hear, but still trying to sound gentle.
He hears another sob.
"Electra, please. I want to help."
His voice is firmer now.
"Go home, Brendon."
She shouts down the stairs.
Ouch.
Brendon knows he should listen but doesn't.
He is getting in there and comforting her, even if it takes all night.
Except it won't, Brendon is an expert at picking locks.

Electra hears only silence and assumes he is gone.
I pushed him away. Well, I was going to have to anyway.

You can only imagine Electra's surprise when she hears her door creaking open and heavy footsteps on her steps.

"Electra-"
He starts but doesn't know where to go with his sentence.
Electra can't even look up at him,
so he tries something different.
He kneels next to her.
And sitting on her bedroom floor by the light of a streetlamp from her window, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his chest gently.
She knows she might regret it,
but she does it anyway.

She tells him everything.

Crybaby walks hand in hand with Troye towards his house.
She won't let him out of her sights.
He hasn't been home yet. His mom is out of town again.
Crybaby gasps loudly when they arrive.
They drop hands.
Troye just stares silently up at his house.
Numbly.
Black letters are spray-painted across the front of his small white brick home.
They spell out the word that haunts Troye every night.

"F A G"

Crybaby lets out a strange noise and Troye turns to her suddenly.
Her eyes are a mix, a flickering mix of anger and sadness.
And madness.
Troye grabs her hand to try and bring her back into her senses, and it works.
Just barely.
She looks down at her hand and her breathing slows to a normal pace.
She looks up at him, only sad now.
He stares back.
They walk inside hand in hand still.
There are two letters on the doorstep.
Troye steps on them as he walks in.
It breaks Crybaby's heart because he doesn't care.
Not one bit.
She picks them up and is shocked by the names she sees.
They both say
"To Troye"
Who they are from is what shocks her.
One name is the name of a boy who saved Troye not even 24 hours before.
Johnny.
And one is a name she would have been furious to see 24 hours ago.
Connor.
Now she has changed her mind.
She unwraps the first and begins to read it aloud to him.
"Dear Troye,
I'm so sorry, you don't even know. I know my "friends" (and I use that term loosely) are the worst people and that you never deserved that.
I'm so sorry that I wasn't there earlier.
I'm so sorry this town doesn't accept you.
I'm so sorry about Jacob."
Crybaby's voice shakes on the name.
"I care about you and I hope you feel better.
Just remember, I know people who love you and you will move somewhere safe and happy one day. Hang in there kid.
-Johnny"
When Crybaby looks up from the letter in her slightly shaking hands, she notices tears on Troye's face. These aren't so sad though. He feels good to have Johnny caring about him.
"Are you ready for the next one?" She asks tentatively. He nods and wipes his tears on his sleeve.
He doesn't know who it's from yet.
Crybaby takes a deep breath.
"Dear Troye,
I don't know if you even care about me anymore, and that's ok, I'm happy for you to move on, but when my friend Johnny told me something has happened to you I couldn't handle it any longer.
I can guarantee you I still care about you a lot.
And I want the best for you-"
Troye shot her with a look of confusion and puzzlement. She continued.
"- even if it's not with me. I jut wanted to check on you and tell you that I would love it if we could still be at least friends?"
Crybaby took one last deep breath before saying the last line.
"Love, Connor F.
PS: my phone number is xxx-xxx-xxxx"
(Not putting a real number lmao)

She feels her heartbeat speed up as she gathers the courage to look up at Troye. When she finally does, his expression of simple.
He was caught off guard.
His bruised eyes are wide and shocked.
He shakes his head at her a little as if to say
"Really? No?"
She gives him a small nod in return. Crybaby hands him the letters and he sits, scanning over them and sitting down.

It's a lot to process.

Brendon has the same thought as he holds a tearful Electra close to his chest, running his fingers through her hair and trying to make sense of what she has just  She told him.
He is hurt, because of how hurt she is.
He is angry- no- furious at Kayla.
He is frustrated because he has no idea what to do.
So he just hugs and hugs Electra until 4am.
He slips out her front door with a quick goodbye and one last hug.

Things aren't going well.