I Hide It Well

Prologue

~Mitch's POV~

"...and make sure to slap that like button witchya forehead! See ya later doods!" I stop the recording and sigh, leaning back in my chair and put my arms up behind my head. 

"Another recording, DONE!" I say. Jerome chuckles lightly. 

"Good job biggums. You did well in da hunga deens!" Jerome playfully punches me in the shoulder and laughs. I blush at the contact and force a laugh too. Jerome was so attractive and sweet. I found myself falling for him again and again, evening when I tried to let go. He never failed to make me happy. Suddenly a feel a slight jab in the stomach. I snap back into reality.

"Huh?" I say, blinking. Jerome laughs.

"I asked you if you were hungry." He says looking at me intently. I nod eagerly.

"Okay," he says. "I'll go ask the guys what they feel like." Jerome spins around in his chair and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. I sigh as soon as he leaves. I don't know how much more I can take of this. Jerome makes me feel a way no one else can. I feel...I dunno...floaty and excited. But its not like I can do much about it. Jerome is as straight as straight gets...and he has a girlfriend to prove it. (Yes I know I do to, but Jess is a cover up story...more or less) Don't get me wrong, Alanna is a nice girl. But she is lucky to have Jerome...in more ways then one. I admit, I get slightly jealous whenever he mentions her name or says he loves her. But I love Jerome and want nothing more then for my bacca to be happy, and being with Alanna makes him happy. So I respect that...for the most part. I could feel myself becoming upset at the thought of Alanna and the thought I'd never get to feel those soft lips of Jerome's like she did. Tears spring to my eyes as I stand up and walk to my room and into my bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sit with my back to the door and feel around under the shaggy floor mat to retrieve the small metal blade.

~Jerome's POV~

I smile as I shut the door behind me. Yet another successful recording with Mitch.

I'll have upload that later tomorrow... I think to myself. I walk downstairs to everyone except Quentin and obviously Mitch on the couch, all watching various TV shows and chatting. I lean on the back of one of the chairs and look at everyone.

"Where have you and Mitch been?" Adam says, wiggling his eyebrows and making everyone laugh. My cheeks turn a scarlet color and I roll my eyes. They guys tease Mitch and I often because..."#MEROME"! Its silly...do they honestly think it will ever happen?

"Recording, stupid. Now what do you guys want for dinner?" I ask. Tons of ideas are shouted out, but we all eventually agree on Chinese food. I write down what everyone wants then call and order. I then walk back to the living room. 

"They said it would be about 30 minutes." A groan emerges from about everyone.

"But I'm HUNGRRRYYYYY!!" Ty says looking at the ceiling and groaning. Adam laughs quietly. I'm not surprised. 

"Hey...where's Mitch?" Ian asks. I stand up. I'd forgotten all about Mitch. I shrug.

"I'm not sure...I'll go see." I turn around, leaving the guys to all complain on how hungry they are. I walk up the stairs and hear faint voices. I knew that Quentin was recording, but you could barely ever hear him unless he screamed. That left only Mitch...but he couldn't be talking to anyone else. I opened the room where we had just finished recording but no Mitch. So I quietly closed the door and walked over to his room. I knock on his door.

"Mitch...?" No response, just the faint buzz of voices. So I knock once more. Again, nothing. I open the door slightly.

"Hellllooooo?" I call. The room is pitch black other than the light being emitted from under the bathroom door. I walk over to the door and knock softly.

"You in there Mitch?" I ask. I hear something bump the door and a gasp. Something hits the floor...something metal? I hear scrambling and things hitting the floor.

"Mitch are you okay??" I ask, my voice full of worry. 

"Uh..yeah! Just one second Jero-" But I had already picked the lock before he could finish. I gasp. Strawberry colored water filled the sink. A small bloody blade sat on the corner of the sink. A YouTube video played on Mitch's phone names "How to cut". I gasped and backed away from the door. 

"Mitch..." I say staring at him. He looks at me wide-eyed for awhile, until he completely break down. He goes into the fetal position and sobs. I crawl next to him and we sit in silence for awhile until I break the silence. 

"Biggums why?" I ask disappointed. He shakes his head and continues to sob.

"I don't know." He says. He puts his face in his hands then wipes his eyes with his sleeve. I eye his arm as he does so too. Then I grab his arm and prop it on my knees. He blushes but I ignore it. I lift up his sleeve. I only see one cut, but its deep. I frown and look at him.

"Are there any more on your left arm? Or your legs?" He shakes his head and lets a cry slip through his lips. He lifts his other sleeve and his pant legs to prove it. More silence follows until I break it again.

"A YouTube video? Really?" I say. I playfully hit him. I stifle a laugh and he half smiles, mumbling something.

"What was that?" I ask. He sighs and waits a moment, unsure of whether or not to answer.

"I was a bit rusty." He says. I immediately freeze up and turn to him. I scoot to where I'm sitting right in front of him.

"You mean this has happened before!?" I say, lifting his face to mine.

|| A/N: Wooooo. Words. I told you I use ... a lot. Get used to it. ;*. That was 1122 words (more or less). FOR A PROLOGUE. Yay. I think I might do multiple parts for this...so like a series. (I used ... again!) But Idk. I may or may not. I hope you guys enjoy! I take constructive criticism and uplifting comments. Thank you!! ||

|| A/N UPDATE: Okay so I have just rediscovered this fanfic and holy shit its not that bad. I think I will continue it. :) ||