Eddmatt oneshots

My love for you is killing me| Part:1

This was requested by Lonely_Pizzer_00 I'm sorry that this is so bad.

BANG! I woke up extremely startled from my nightmare. To be honest, I should honestly be used to this nightmare by now as it's the what seemed like 100th time having this nightmare in a row. What is the said 'nightmare' about? Well, it's about my best friend Matt who I may or may not like more than a friend. The thing that happens in it is: Him and I are at a park, I decide to tell him how I feel about him, he rejects me, and someone shoots me in the back of my head and at my funeral, no one is there. It's honestly a depressing nightmare. The only good thing about it is him. Every night, I look forward to having the same nighmare each night all because of him. I mean, he's just so.... perfect in every way. He has the most beautiful sky blue eyes, the way the freckles on his perfect porcelain pale face are perfectly placed on his cheeks like stars is just so perfect words can't discribe it. In everything ever he's just so... perfect. How could I not secretly fall madly on love with him? I relized how big a mistake it was to start thinking of him but I did. Pretty violently I coughed up many lilac flower petals along with some full flowers. I've been doing that for a couple of months now, but, in the beginning, it wasn't as bad as it is now. Most nights now, it gets so bad I can't breathe that well like the flowers are blocking my lungs or something. Hopefully it doesn't get so bad I die.

The coughing is getting worse as each minute passes. It's getting harder to breathe and the flowers are coming out with some red spots on them, and my mouth is starting to strongly taste like old, rusty copper. Hopefully this passes soon.

It's getting even worse and I'm starting to cry now because it hurts. There's some sort of liquid coming out of my mouth too and the flowers taste like... copper. I remember I have some cough syrup on my dresser located at the other side of my room. Carefully getting out of bed with my head spinning really bad, my tears almost blinding me, and the darkness of my room, I helplessly feel around my room. Sadly, I completely forgot about a couple pencils I dropped on the floor and I feel backwards. In a desperate attempt to regain my ballance and not fall, I try grabbing the nearest thing which I couldn't reach and I fell backwards and I hit my head.

My eyes hurt as I slowly halfway open them. I smell a welcoming and familiar scent, I just can't place the scent. It kind of smells like... grapes? Am I in a grape farm? No, they don't have carpets. I felt my head resting on something... soft? I know I've felt this before. What is it? It feels like a cloud? No. Cotton? No. I can't place it, but it's a welcoming feeling. Something then touched my head, as though something was petting me. So, I know whoever this is smells like grapes, like, as though they were a grape. Maybe they take a lot of bathes? They have a very soft lap, and they're petting me. Slowly, I move my head off of their lap and almost immediately I get a sharp pain in my head and my lungs start burning. "Edd! You're okay! I was worried about you!" I heard a British voice say as they hugged me. Wait, I know this voice! It's... Matt's. Why would he be up at... wait, what time is it?

"What? Where- what time- what?" I coughed and no flowers came out....yet. I felt Matt's chest go up and down as he let out a sigh.

"I heard you crying and coughing and I was going to go see what was wrong. Then, I heard a thump in your room, so I ran to your room and found you on the floor." Oh, so that's what happened.

"Oh." Was all I said.

"Hey, why are there purple flowers everywhere and some of them have... blood on them?" Matt asked. Through the dim light that was coming through the curtains in my room, I could see that he had a worried expression plastered onto his face. He still looked cute though. I couldn't answer him because I don't want him to know. He'll think I'm weird and never want to be my friend again. I can't have that happen. Every morning, he's the reason why I wake up. I look forward to seeing a big grin on his face and I love seeing how happy he is all the time. He just has the best smile ever, it's so... perfect. Since I was dreaming about him and thinking about how absolutely perfect he is, I started coughing again and I felt the flowers trying to rise. "Edd, you okay? You've been coughing a lot recently. I'm worried about you because you're my best friend." Best... friend. Right, I forgot about that. After many years of it, you'd think I'm used to it, wouldn't you? I'm not. Each time it hurts worse. I felt like crying and just start coughing and just hope that I pass out from the flowers blocking my oxygen. The friend zone is too much for me. I can't stand it anymore! Maybe if I tell him how I feel, it'll get better. He'll not talk to me anymore, but, on the bright side, I won't get friend zoned anymore. Sure, I'll be sad, but, you sometimes have to make hard choices. "Edd? You okay? You spaced out. I gotta make sure you stay here on Earth and not go into space." I feel guilty about this. He shouldn't have to worry about me. Feeling too sad to say any real words, I smile a fake smile and nod my head. "Eddy, I know you better than this. You're not really smiling. You're faking." He cupped my face in his hands (which are suprisingly warm) and made me look into his eyes. "Edd, tell me, please. I'm worried about you." I didn't have to search his face to find out that he was being honest, the tone of his voice alone told me he was serious. Should I tell him the truth? No, he'll never talk to me again and I can't lose him. I want to lie, but I don't want to lie to the person I think so highly of and admire. There's no right choice. Either option I chose will have a bad outcome. Wait, I could tell him the truth but not mention him! That could work...

"Fine... since you want to know that bad," I take a deep breath and think of the right words to use. "I... like someone... quite a lot actually. I've been sad recently, but in the past, it was really easy to hide my sadness. Now I can't. Most nights I cough and I can't stop. I haven't felt like eating anything and I can't stay focused on anything. Everything I do takes all my motivation right out of me. Sometimes I even wonder if I could just fall asleep and never wake up. Maybe then, I'll be happy again..." Not realizing it, hot tears start streaming downy face. Matt doesn't say anything. He just pulls me into a hug and starts rubbing my back.

"Edd... I'm sorry you have to go through this. And, for the record... you mentioned you liked someone... is that why you're sad?" Yes, that's why. That's why I've been coughing up flowers and petals. I want to tell him all about it, but, I just can't bring myself to do it. "May I ask... who is that person?" It's you. I badly wish I could just tell him all about how I love him and how much I admire him. Sadly, he wouldn't feel the same. I mean, he's just so confident and I'm not. There's literally nothing he'd like about me. Well, maybe my art, and my cooking, but, that's it. Everyone loves him, he's a very loveable person. I feel the need to start coughing again resurface. "Edd? You're spacing out a lot. You got something on your mind?" I nodded my head. I can't answer him with words.

The need to cough gets stronger and I feel the flowers in my throat. In a desperate attempt to make the feeling go away, I try breathing very shallow. So shallow, I feel like I'm losing oxygen. It makes it worse and I start coughing violently. Trying to help, Matt pats my back. The flowers start coming up and the copper taste comes back a little. "Edd... I don't think it's normal to cough up flowers. Are you okay?" I shake my head. No, I'm not okay. My crush on you is getting so bad I'm killing myself. The love I hold for you in my heat is so bad, I'm literally dying of love. It hurts to live because of how loveable you are. Just, stop being so loveable! Do something wrong or something to make me hate you so hopefully the flowers stop! So everything can stop. Please... you're killing me...

Le boom bois (and grills) its done. Also, good luck being on a cliffhanger.