It starts with a little heartbreak (Lazelk)

Chapter 3

"Please~ Lannan?" Cray whined, getting down on his knees and clasping his hands together, as if worshiping a real God. "I'll do anything!"

LazarBeam's lips curled up in a cheeky smile. "Sure, you can have Willeh for however long you can stand him. I'd think of it as a break." He was seated on the Click Members expensive sofa along with Elliot, the pair just talking. "He can even sleep in your room if you want."

Crayator's eyes went wide with happiness. He ran forward, Muselk noticing the way Lannan flinched as he had the moustached male's arms thrown around him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" With that, Nathan dashed off to the dog currently in Elliot's room, yelling with pure excitement.

"Give 'em twenty four hours." Lannan chuckled, but his brown-blue eyes caught onto Muselk's worried face, "Whats wrong?" He deadpanned, still giving that cute smirk. 

"You." He said simply, making Lazar laugh. When he noticed his friend was serious, the laughter died out. "You flinch too much. You look thin too, when was the last time you ate?" His eyes widened when Lannan mumbled: 'Week ago.' under his breath, as if he didn't want Muselk finding out. "Holy shit, Lan'!" He cried, snatching his phone from his pocket and calling up a number. Lazar's eyes went to the size of saucers. 

"W-What are you doing?" He questioned, frightened for his life. Muselk softened, realising he'd terrified the other man. 

"Calling up the closest takeaway. I'm feeding you like there's no tomorrow!"

~

After receiving the takeaway, MrMuselk trotted over to the sofa, plopping down onto its soft cushions and opening different boxes of Chinese, laying it over the couch. LazarLazar gulped, smelling all sorts of smells as he watched his friend unpack it. 

"Wanna watch a movie while we eat?" Muselk asked, watching as Lannan shrugged, the blue hooded males way of saying 'Yeah. I could do that.' He smiled. "What do you think about Black Panther?"

Elliot's smile widened when the shorter youtuber nodded, smiling a little himself. "You should eat." Lazar said, nodding to the food. "It's gonna get cold soon."

His smile dropped. "I'm not eating until you eat, Mr. Eacott." He pouted, making Lannan laugh wholeheartedly. "You will try each and every one of these things. I literally ordered everything. I bet they're rubbing their hands together with that shit amount of cash."

LazarBeam refused again, grinning. Elliot took a deep breath, prepared for a beatdown (That he'd win, of course) and grabbed a chicken ball, shoving it in his friends mouth, laughing when Lannan just sat it there, giving him a 'I'm-Gonna-Fucking-Kill-You' look. 

After eating just under half of the huge takeaway, Cray came tumbling downstairs, Willeh by his side. The Scottish dog barked, seeming to smile up at the two seated on the sofa. Around the dogs neck was his homemade leash that Lannan's mother had made, and Crayator was happily giggling. "Can I take him for a walk before the sun sets? He's dying for one."

Lannan nodded, munching on a prawn cracker. Muselk chuckled, "It'd do you a good thing or two to go out, Cray." He pretended to look his fellow streamer up and down, Cray going along with it and posing dramatically. "Damn son."

Lazar snorted, staring at his brown haired male friend, who looked back at him, everyone in the room literally dying. Cray took this exchange of eyes as his time to leave, and waved goodbye, the dog barking and charging off into the sunset with him. 

~

The pair were finished with the food, now onto another Marvel classic: 'Civil War'. Lannan gave a small, open-mouthed yawn, leaning against Muselk's shoulder tiredly. "I think I'd make a good Bucky," He slurred tiredly, sighing. "You'd be Captain America - Fuckin' goody two-shoes."

Elliot laughed deeply, trying not to move for the sake off his friend. He liked this. Cray and Bazza were best friends, while obviously Kath and Marcus were together, so he'd always felt as if he had no-one. Lannan changed that, however, and it made him smile. "I think its time for bed, Lan',"

His friends eyes met his, inches apart, "Where 'm I sleepin'?" He questioned, hair flopping onto Muselk's face. It tickled, so he held in another load of chuckles. 

"My room."

Blue-Brown eyes slipped closed, and Lannan gave a tired groan. "I'm okay with that. 'S'long as ya don't try ta kiss me."

"I won't."

~ 

As they made their way into Elliot's room, LazarBeam shuffled off, his friend declaring a side before slipping in, sighing in contempt. "Y'ur bed's so fuckin' comfy. No fair, m'ne feels like rocks." He was slurring heavily now, and Elliot blamed it of his friends dad, and him probably sleep depriving him. However, he knew that Lannan also always stayed up late tweeking, editing and making videos. 

Elliot slid in next to his friend. It didn't feel weird for some reason. Almost natural of a sort. Lazar must have felt the same way, for he was already knocked out, curling protectively on his left side, facing Muselk in his sleep. 

The still-awake Youtuber smiled sadly, leaning back into his bed, tapping on his phone, checking messages. He wasn't tired, and he knew everyone else was still awake. After all, it was only eight O'Clock. The reason he'd come to bed is because he didn't want to leave his friend, in fear something would happen. He sighed, rubbing his eyes, glancing over again at Lannan, who still slept soundly. 

Slowly removing his side of the covers, he slid out of bed, tucking it around LazarBeam. Grabbing his headphones from his bedside table, he moved over to his computer. He could use this time to edit videos that he'd forgotten about completely. Time moved on like that. 

~ A few hours later ~

He nodded at his screen in satisfaction, publishing another one of his few overdue videos. Muselk sighed, leaning back into his chair, scratching his chin. He'd been thinking of doing this for a while, but was too nervous and unsure where to start. Rubbing his eyes again, he leaned forward, clicking on his camera only, turning his mini lamp that he kept by the side of his table on. 

Looking past his green screen, he checked to make sure Lannan was still sleeping. His friend was, only haven turned around in his sleep. Turning back to his computer, he pressed play.

His eyes moved to slits, mouth heavy. It was time to shed some light on this situation.