would ling ling be gay? (DISCONTINUED)

chapter two

this is so wrong.

why did he ever agree to this?

"eddy i don't understand this! how the hell am i supposed to play this?" 

his best friend sighed sitting on the bed in brett's blue room, hands resting on top of his head as he closed his eyes, obviously exhausted from the relentless complaining from him.

brett sat beside him, making the bed jump a little from his weight. eddy turned to his side, facing the other with pleading eyes to continue their lesson. 

brett simply huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. as much as he loves vivaldi, he cannot play four seasons, especially summer. he didn't understand how eddy was so driven to make sure he practices it, but his fellow friend did not give up.

"its not fair. you are a year younger and you can play this stuff better than me. which makes me seem pretty much a wannabe." brett objected. 

he groaned and exaggeratedly threw himself onto the bed from sitting up. his arms stretched out looking at the plain fan above him. 

eddy appeared next to him, laying beside him. 

"you are really good brett. you just keep bringing yourself down every time you encounter a hard rhythm. that's all there is to it."  eddy protested.

brett rolled his eyes in annoyance. he rolled over to the side, back facing eddy.

he heard his voice mumble low, but enough to hear him.

"it's been two years since i've met you and you still act like a baby."

eddy got up from laying down, walking towards where his friend is facing. he crouched down to his level, his eyebrow arching signaling that brett is overreacting. 

brett's lips tugged upward. he felt embarrassed of how he acted with eddy. he didn't want his best friend to think he's a drama queen nor stop believing in him. 

he always thought lowly of his playing skills, because eddy happens to be more superior than him. ever since they met, he became enchanted of how eddy danced with his violin. how the other would flow gracefully along the strings, as his fingers would smoothly go over the fingerboard without making a squeak or a stop. 

oh, how he wished he could have his talent.

when they met, brett thought eddy was a clumsy kid who played pretty poorly. for once, his judgment was wrong and soon befriended the guy. 

now he stands beside him, almost like some sidekick. he absolutely hated it. 

brett knew he was good, at least better than kids his age. yet, his best friend makes him feel like crap compared to him. he doesn't want to think that way, no matter how many countless times eddy cheered him on with his music, he felt he won't ever get there.

his sighed, closing his eyes, wanting to hide the shame he feels when eddy is in front of him. 

eddy's interrupted his thoughts with a whisper.

"i know what you're thinking brett."

brett stayed still. 

damn eddy for knowing him too well. 

"you're good. like really good. i know you think you'll never reach my level or that you won't get to your dreams."

brett's heard this all before. he can't listen to it again. he won't. he doesn't understand why he cares about it so much, its such a small problem. yet he can't help feeling so down.

he heard eddy rustling in from of him, probably getting comfortable on the white carpet floor. 

after a few seconds, eddy placed a hand near brett's, which happened to be near his chest. eddy is always touchy. brett assumed because he doesn't receive much physical comfort at home and being his best friend, it was an exception.  

he gladly let it happen. he knew how much eddy searched for a closeness like this and he also didn't mind. he knew eddy was going to say something, he always does.

"i don't like it when you put yourself down."

brett didn't want to hear it. not again.

"i know you dislike me being all cheesy and corny about your playing, but all of it is true. i don't like when you ignore me, especially if the problem is about you. it hurts that you don't care how you feel."

brett froze. he didn't think he was avoiding his feelings. he thought he was doing just fine. sometimes listening to his best friend's words make him drone out, though it shouldn't, he can't help it. 

he doesn't want to be told he's wrong. 

"please, just for once. listen to me."

he heard the crack in the other's voice, how sad he must have been seeing his friend so careless and unmotivated. 

brett thought he was taking care of himself, especially with his feelings. he thought he was okay.

apparently, the other musician knows otherwise.

he utters words that were soft enough for the space between them.

"tell me more."

his eyes were still shut, clinging on to the darkness behind his lids. he didn't want to look, not yet. 

eddy sighed heavily, holding on to brett's hand tighter. 

"i care for you, deeply. i want to help you with these feelings you've tangled yourself into. don't shut me out. i don't think i can handle that brett."

eddy released those words, while still clinging on to him for dear life. he was shaking a little, not so much, but enough for brett to feel the shutter coming from their hand holding.

he felt so stupid. he can't believe he overreacted because he couldn't play his goddamn violin. now his best friend thinks he's sad and feels useless.

eddy's not far off.

he hates having these problems. he doesn't want to make this situation such a big deal, he wants it to be small. yet, brett keeps feeling depressed about himself. he can't pinpoint it exactly, but he definitely knows it needs to stop. 

  eddy doesn't deserve his gloomy days. he doesn't need his sorrowful ass to drag their day. 

he got up, letting the younger boy's hand fall off the bed. 

he sat up straight, signalling for eddy to join beside him. 

"i won't shut you out eddy. i promise."

he faltered a bit, then picking his hand up with his pinky held out. it may seem childish, but to him, it means so much more. 

the other hesitated, looking at it with a blank stare. but soon he cracked a small smile, locking his finger with brett's.

in that moment, brett realized how comforting it was to be near eddy. to have him so close and stare at him without any awkwardness. he couldn't help but smile back at his best friend. he wanted this to last forever.

there was no denying that he loved eddy.

he didn't know in the future  it was gonna be more than just "friend."

oh well, that's for him to figure it soon.

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there may be a few spelling mistakes.

i dunno. 

i didn't want to check.