Hidden Feelings {[Masky x Hoodie fanfic]}

9 - Brief Intermission (H)

An hour or two had passed since Masky -- Tim -- had run off. I'd lost count.

Here I was, lying in bed, doing jack shit. I didn't even go after him -- why didn't I? He needed me: at least, I hoped he did. What if he didn't? What if he never wanted to see me again after that? I wouldn't put it past him, I mean, finding out your only friend is just your friend because he thinks you're hot...

What am I thinking? That's not true, of course it's not. I love him because he's me friend: not the other way around. God, this place needs a goddamn therapist.

It took me another hour or so to drag my sorry self out of bed and over to my computer. Maybe I could edit some more footage just to take my mind off of things. The program was still open, files saved, and I started work.

"Fuck shit fuck fuck fuck shit fuck shit NO!" I said, progressively louder, as my screen started to glitch. It went black for a moment as I leaned back in my chair, setting my hands on top of my head. I scowled, mimicking my mask, as a familiar blonde shit head showed up on my screen.

"Hey," BEN grinned, seeming to lean his chin on his hands and his elbows on the bottom edge of my screen. "So I heard from Sally who heard from Jane who heard from Clockwork who heard--"

"Get on with it," I muttered, but I doubted he heard me.

"--from Toby that you've got a cruuuuuush," his grin widened, not even trying to conceal the contempt in his voice. At my lack of reply, he just went on. "What's wrong? You didn't seem to have a problem telling Masky about it."

I was this close to punching through my screen.

"As a matter of fact, I did." I said quietly in reply. "What do you want from it?"

He shrugged slightly. "Nothing, really. I just wanted to offer some help. You know, friendly advice, bro-to-bro, that kind of thing."

"BEN, I'm not your 'bro', and I don't need your help." I reach to grab the top of my screen, starting to close the lid.

"Wait! Don't you even want to hear what he thinks?" He said quickly. I freeze in place.

"What who thinks." It isn't even a question -- I already know who he's talking about.

"Masky. Duh."

"How would you know anything?" My voice is still astonishingly monotone, despite the lump rising in my throat.

BEN laughed loudly. "Oh, you'd be surprised what he writes on his computer. There's some pretty dir--"

I don't wait for him to finish his sentence before slamming the laptop closed, keeping him stuck in the screen.

I stood, ignoring the muffled yelling from my laptop's screen. Masky's computer was right there -- of course I knew where he kept it, it wasn't that complicated of a hiding place.

But then... Did I really want to know?