The Youth House[BoyxBoy] & [BoyxGirl]

Chapter 5

**Ned**

This is my diary. Is it for homework? Or writing your thoughts? I'll use it for both, i guess. Anyway, i think i like Tina, but i dont know how to tell her. She doesn't talk to me that much anymore, to any of us that is. She has really changed. Well I'm going to go read and do some extra credit work.... then watch some old episodes of Star Trek. Beam me up, Scotty! .... Don't judge.

Later

I'm just finishing up in the washroom when Roger comes bursting through the door, crying...? Wow, an actual emotion for once. That was mean. Roger, if you ever read this, sorry.

Anyway, he's bawling. I try to walk out the door but Blaine bursts through. "Sorry," he says quickly. I leave as soon as fast humanly possibe.

I don't want to see Roger break down anymore than he has. Blaine really needs to understand that Roger just needs to calm down By. Him. Self.                                                                                                

As I'm walking back to my room, I see Tina. She's walking towards me. Oh sweet jesus. She stops infront of me and before I can even manage a hello, she crushes her lips against mine. Oh sweet baby jesus.

**Roger**

Blaine said he needed to talk to me. I knew he wanted to know what happened to me. I knew. Dammit. I walked into a trap when I said Okay. He then spilled about how he wanted to help and he wanted me to tell him everything and why I am the way I am. That's when I lost it. I couldn't help it. I'm crying again. I'll write about it when I'm done. This is strange, I never cry!

Later                                                                                                                 

 I run into the washroom, tears streaming down my face.

I can't stop them, can't control them. I need to stop, I need to breath!

Blaine rushes in and I turn to look at him. He gives me a sympathetic look, and pulls me into him. I go willingly. I have no clue why.  Normally I would hit and punch. So after seeing that, not many people have tried to be affectionate with me.

He lets me cry into his pajama topped shoulder. He's so warm, and that makes me cry more. What the heck is up with me? He pats my hair and tries to calm me down, but he doesn't talk to me like I'm a baby, like everyone else. "Shhh, I understand, its okay." He soothes.

He walks me back to our room. I feel terrible, he's the sick one. He sits me on the bed and kneels infront of me so we are facing each other.

He wipes my tears away with his thumb. He lets his hand linger on my cheek a bit longer then he sits on the bed and pulls me to him again. We fall back onto the bed, thats how I fall asleep.