Our Own Ending (Jeffmads Punk!Thomas and Nerd!James)

-10- Thomas

The sun shines through the window I forgot to close after James snuck in. I wake up and look at my alarm clock, which doesn't do a good job since the alarm is broken. It's Saturday and I haven't heard from my mom in a while.
She hasn't emailed, called, or texted me since I told her the news about my 'situation' with death. I'm not sure why I'm worried though, she's most likely staying with her new boyfriend.
I've started coughing a lot more now, and the medicine isn't helping it. The doctors says it's the lung cancer. To be honest I hate cancer. First of all, when ever I sleep I have to wear this mask that refrains me from coughing (I don't bother to wear it). And second of all I'm going to die. And yeah, I just really hate that mask.
I asked James if he wanted to come over. He said he'll be over in an hour. I put on the most casual clothes, then waited. While I was waiting I put on some music, mainly the Weeknd.
I hear a knock on the door and go to answer it. James was there, he was wearing a baggy shirt with tight jeans.
"Hey," I lean against the doorframe trying to act cool.
"Hi Thomas," He smiled at me. Music was still playing in the background.
"I need to tell you something..." My eyes averted away from his gaze and he touches my face.
"Is something wrong?" He always does this. James is always sending me mixed feelings. I'm quiet sure how he actually feels about me.
"James I-" I stop and think, is this really worth it? I think it is, "James I have feelings for you, like really deep feelings for you. You're perfect and I think I might l-"
"Thomas," I stop and look up him. He looks around frantically, "I-I...uhm..." He thinks about what to say, "I have feelings for someone else,"
I feel my heart drop and my stomach twists, "O-Oh I understand," I wanted to know who it was, "Who is it?"
His eyes avoid eye contact, "I-It's...uh...Lafayette? Wait, in sorry I'm being stupid I actually-"
I cut him off by closing the door. I didn't want to hear anymore. My eyes water and my chest hurts.
I feel stupid and gullible. I can't believe that I thought he would have retired my feelings. Slowly, I slide down the door and sit on the floor. I know he's still out there, he never leaves  that quickly. Usually, he stands there for 5 minutes, as if he forgot to say something or fucked something up.
Eventually, he leaves and I get up. I take my pills and head to my bedroom.
My phone buzzes, it's James, of course. Obviously, I didn't answer.
I walk up to the window James opened last night, and lock it.
(Sorry for the short chapter oops)