Forget it. // jyatt

chapter 7

⚠️ WARNING: mentions of RAPE !!

—chapter 7

The two boys cuddled and stayed like that for awhile. 'Crazy?' Wyatt thought. He loved him so much, it's just that it scares him to know that Jaeden was in a state like that.

It doesn't matter though, whether he's crazy or not. He loved him and would do anything for him, even if it's a big risk.

A few minutes passed, and Wyatt's eyes were heavy.

"Are you serious? We've been doing nothing for today." Jaeden stood up and chuckled.

"That's so unproductive of you." Jaeden added as he took his flannel that was sitting on Wyatt's table.

"Shut up. I'm tired and I haven't written the next page for my novel." Wyatt complained as he sat up on his bed.

Jaeden wore his flannel and grabbed his socks . It was afternoon in the second day. Jaeden had to go back to Sevdai.

     "Going back already?"

     "It's been two days. You do know i can't do that even if i wanted to stay here longer."

     Jaeden told as his eyes darted in that one picture of the both of them. Under that, there was this block of wood that had the word 'W & J' engraved onto it.

      It was a piece of log, stolen from the woods by Wyatt. He remembered what it felt like to be there and he wanted to be there again.

    He started to soft up then walked away from the picture then reached for the doorknob.

    "Wait." Wyatt stopped him before he was able to open the door.

    "If anything happens to you," he cupped his face and stared into his brown eyes.

   "My prayers are with you. I love you, Jae. I'll always do." He softly placed his lips into his, creating sparks that were felt.

     Jaeden slowly pulled away and felt as if he was in home. That is if Wyatt is around.

     "I love you too." Jaeden smiled and gave him a tight hug.

    "I'll walk you out." Wyatt insisted.

    "No, that's okay." Jaeden opened his door and went downstairs.

    "Oh and... if he does, just boom boom pow pow and crash!" Wyatt chuckled.

   Jaeden giggled. Before going out, he quickly pecked his lips and left.

     Now, Wyatt was lonely. He had to wait for another week or two to be able to see him. He hated goodbyes, that's why he never said goodbye.

    Wyatt sighed and went to his table and sat down. He was now able to write his novel. Somehow, he had a bunch of ideas roaming his head.

    He felt happy and was ready to write.

   Before writing, it was afternoon and he had to take his first two pills. He grabbed his bottle and drank them.

   Somehow, he felt weird but he shifted that thought aside and continued writing before his ideas faded away.

***
    Jaeden slowly opened his door and he was back in his place. He hated the looks of his stupid scrawny house.

    He also hated the smell of what it smelled like cigarettes and alcohol. He went to the kitchen, but he stopped him.

   "Hey, Jaeden." He had a grip of his neck.

   Jaeden was terrified. He was weak too. His whole body started shaking as he touched his neck. He felt a pair of hand grabbing pelvis.