These Feelings

Chapter Seven: A Group Meeting.

Leo's P.O.V

   Jack and I waited for Ben and Mark to come back, casually joking and laughing the entire time, occasionally joined by Lucy. When Mark and Ben came back though, it was more tense than before. "What happened?" Jack immediatley asked them, and of course, we got no answer. Just two shrugs, from two boys. "Well... okay.." I retaliated. "Don't tell us then. Only means you're scared." I shrugged, knowing it'd get on Bens nerves that I basically called him a coward. He opened his mouth, and looked like he was about to say something, but he didn't. Mark  seemed less out of it than before, but still, pretty out of it. Our food arrived not long after, and we ate in silence.

   After we left the restaurant, Mark and Jack had only walked for a few minutes back to Jacks home. It was a small, cottage like house. Pretty common in our town. "Alright. Seeya guys tomorrow!" Jack chimed. "And if that Tristan kid tries to touch you again, I've got your backs." Mark added, smiling at us as we waved, and continued walking. "What'd you and Mark do when you left? Does he smoke?" I asked Ben. "Nah. We just talked." "Personal thingy?" "Personal thingy-" Ben stopped in his tracks, pushing me backwards with one arm, and standing his ground. I could barely see, since Ben towered over me, but when I did, I was terrified. Tristan was in front of my apartment. "Ben we gotta go get-" "Oh. Welcome home, fags." He inturupted my whisper and, Ben said nothing. Tristan stepped closer to us, and Ben pushed me back a bit farther. "Tristan, Im not in the mood." Ben basically growled. "Did I ask?" He responded. His voice was shaky, not as confident as normal. "What's wrong?" Ben started. He was being nice to him. I didn't understand why. Then it hit me. What Chad had told us earlier, that Tristan was being abused. Thats why Ben was being nice. He wanted to help. "I- Shit I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say-" "It's alright. It's alright." Ben cut him off. "What are you-" "Chad told us this morning." I interupted. Ben shot me a look, and stared back at Tristan. "Look, we'll help. Okay, in any way we can." Tristan looked at the ground a minute, and sighed. "No. I don't deserve it. I don't. I just came to talk to Ben a minute thats all. Sorry if I bothered something." Ben and I stared at each other for a minute. "Come inside." I gestered, unlocking the door. Tristan stared as Ben walked in, and walked in behind him. He looked around my small apartment. "So, you live alone? Like, alone all the time?" I sighed and nodded. "My moms always away on trips, and my dad wasn't around so, yeah. I mean, I used to. Ben is here almost everyday so, it's been less lonely." I shrugged, hanging my bag on a hook. Ben did the same, and Tristan leaned against the wall. "What'd you need Tristan?" Ben asked, taking off his jacket. "I'd prefer talking to you alone. No offense Leo, but its sorta personal." Tristan sighed quietly, looking at the floor. "It's okay, I understand." I nodded. Ben and Tristan stepped out, and I started to make, or try to make, some food.

  After a while, Tristan and Ben came back inside, and I has succeded in burning grilled cheese twice. Tristan only grabbed his things, and walked out of my apartment, waving to Ben and I as he walked down the semi-crowded street. "What happened with him..-? Is he okay-?" I looked up to Ben, handing him the unburnt sandwhich. "He'll be fine. He just needed to relax. I promise baby." He kissed my head, and sat on the couch. I sat next to him, just nuzzling softly into his side as we decided to put on a movie. My mind was still racing. Would Tristan really be okay? Why am I worried about him when he's been nothing but an asshole to me?

I wonder what he's going through.

~A.N~

Okay hi im alive?? Sorta?? Yeah i dont know either anymore. I'm gonna update stuff whenever I feel like it now so I guess I'm back
Also I've had this draft saved since November fuckkk cut me some slack :(

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