Twoset Violin oneshots or possibly more

Boys Can't Love Boys

(How I find these weird pictures I don't know  but let's just roll with it. Eddy's pov)

I still remember when I was in sixth and Brett in seventh.  Brett had locked himself in a stall while I sat outside of it on the dirty bathroom floor.  I remember him crying and rambling.  I listened to all of it quietly.

Then came the words out of his very own mouth," Maybe I don't deserve to be loved and that's why I'm always rejected. I'm not good enough like all the other boys."

My heart had sunk at these words," It's because you're not like other boys! You're better." I persisted.  The silence was long and unbearable only filled with his sniffles.

" Then how come I keep getting rejected? How come no one loves me?" I heard Brett pace behind the door.

" I love you!" I blurted without thought then I heard the door open slightly with the addition of his voice," I don't mean love through friendship"

I looked at my hands mumbling," Who said I meant it as a friend."

Brett smiled at me through drying tears as he ruffled my already messy hair," Silly, boys can't love other boys like that."

I looked up at him leaning into his hand," Well why not?"

He shrugged not knowing why, it was just what society told us when we were younger

I had watched glumly but forced a smile," At least you can't say that you don't deserve love now."

Brett giggled and sat by my side," Thanks Eddy."

We were both rejected that day.  Me by my best friend and him by some girl. Yet I found joy in being able to cheer him up.  I had to protect his heart from breaking without letting him see that mine hurt.

It was enough then to see him happy but now it doesn't seem that way.  Here I was many years later still mauling over the same memory and same words.  Wondering if he remembered what I said or if it even really mattered to him.  I looked over at Brett who had fallen asleep against my shoulder previously while we were going through camera footage.  The silence has left me to my own thoughts bringing me back to that memory with its pains along with its joys.

I slowly reached over to take his glasses off, afterwards brushing his hair out of his face.  I wish I could read minds so my questions would be answered.  I slowly moved my hand away from his hair to grab a hold of his own as I rested my chin atop his head," I have so many questions... but as always I'm too scared to ask." I'm not sure if I was talking to myself or to him.  Maybe it was both.  I slowly whispered," What if I said I still loved you?  Would you say it back or would it still be the same answer." I rub his hand with my thumb as I think on this.  Now it was my turn to cry for the unknown want of love and it's pain of being rejected every time I see him looking elsewhere to be validated.  Why couldn't I be the one he looked at.  I try to stay quiet in my grief not wanting him to awaken but it's hard especially when you're an ugly crier.  So so ugly

Brett began to twitch feeling the wetness of my tears falling into his hair and the heaving of my chest.  He kept his eyes closed but turned to face me wrapping his arms around my waist

I can't help but stiffen,".... Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up....," I mumble trying to avoid the question of what was wrong yet I couldn't bring myself to move away from his embrace nor could I bring myself to stop the tears cascading down my cheeks.  It hurt being this close but being unable to talk to him no matter how hard I wanted to.

Brett opened his eyes with a frown," You waking me up is okay but you crying and trying to push it off as nothing is not. Eddy you don't cry, what's wrong?" he brings a free hand to my face wiping at some off the stray tears.  I leaned into his hand closing my eyes so I wouldn't have to face him," i-i'm fine, really..." I stutter out scared to tell him the truth.

Brett sighed in defeat resorting to just pulling me down into his chest keeping a hand at my face and an arm around my waist," When you're ready will you tell me? I want to be here for you?" He whispers softly.

I take a deep breath opening my eyes and looking at him," ...Yeah..." I wish I could tell him how my heart hurt around him and how it fluttered but I wasn't ready for that same rejection again. 

( Maybe I'll make a conclusion to this one or just leave it in it's angsty phase)