ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕟 {𝕂𝕃𝔸ℕℂ𝔼}

Jason

"Hey Lance, I couldn't help but notice you're sitting alone in one of the corridors during lunch which isn't a very normal behavior for you. Are you doing okay?"

I looked up to see him. It was Jason, again.

These days it's always Jason.

Only Jason...

Even Matt doesn't seem to care anymore. I guess the added perk of being close to the famous Marco McClain's finally wore off, huh?

"Yeah, I'm doing good."

"Really?"

"You want me to be honest, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Then no. I can't lie to you, Jason. I'm not doing to well..."

I will never forget the way he looked at me. He looked at me like you'd look at someone who told you that your mother had died. It was pure devastation. Seeing that look seep slowly through his expression tore down what little remnants of sanity I had left.

"Oh my God, Lance... Please don't cry."

I shuffled my back off the wall so he could wrap his arms all the way around me. I hid my face in his shoulder and sobbed into his shirt.

"I'm so s-s-sorry Jason..."

"Shh... I got you buddy. I can't pretend go know what you're going through or know how you feel but I'm here, okay? If you  need someone to talk to I'll always be here."

He wasn't going to leave me like everyone else. He had my back. He was always gonna be there... He was good to me.

"Lance... What are you doing?"

It was a strange little jump in time.

One minute, I'm sobbing into his shoulder.

The next, I'm kissing him.

He deserved it, after all. He was the only one who was ever there for me. He was the only one who stayed so naturally, he won. That's how it works...

Right?

Yet before I could even answer my own question he pulled away.

"S-sorry, Jason, I... I don't know what came over me. I know you're straight and that was probably disgusting for you. I'm so sorry please don't leave me, I need-"

Yet I was interrupted by him sweeping in for another one. I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and he ran his fingers through my hair. It felt good. It felt really good. Someone finally cared.

"Lance... Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes..."