Sleepless, a Poofless ff

I'm Not Refusing, I'm Just Refraining from Agreement

Listen to "Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad" by Bless The Fall because I just realized I completely gave up on giving reasons out of pure laziness.

Chapter 12, I'm Not Refusing, I'm Just Refraining From Agreement.

"...Because we've got to talk about something important." Rob said, sending glances to Vikk as he hurried the group through the halls to Preston's room. Mitch had a skeptical look on his face, after being rudely awakened by Rob shaking him, Matt was still somewhat infatuated with the left side of Mitch's face, and Jerome looked like he'd just won the lottery. Vikk's eyes were trained on Rob as he opened the door, a look of determination on his face.

"Sir, we can't let you not take them!" A nurse exclaimed, clearly trying containing her anger.

"Excuse me, what's the problem?" Jerome interjected, his gaze travelling from the nurse's flushed face to Preston's stubborn glare.

"Your friend keeps refusing to take his medication."

"I'm not refusing, I'm just refraining from agreement." Preston remarked, sarcasm evident in each word he spoke. The nurse sighed, looking down at her clipboard for a second, before returning her attention to the guys.

"You're visiting, right?" She said pausing for their replies. "Well, could you try and get him to take them, I've got to hurry up here." They nodded, and she rushed out of the room, leaving the container on a table.

"Seriously dude?" Matt said, making Preston roll his eyes.

"Look, me and Vikk have...important news." Rob said, stopping the argument before it went any further. "So as you know Vikk is moving into a condo here..." Rob took a deep breath, Vikk giving him reassuring looks.

"And..." Mitch said, raising an eyebrow. Preston sat up behind them, propping his head up on his elbows, suddenly interested.

"Well you see, I'm kind of moving in with him." Rob said even shaker than before. He was assured that they'd be supportive, he just knew it. But something felt off. "We're kind of...well...together." You could probably hear Vikk's heart beat at the moment. Matt smiled a bit, flashing a quick thumbs up. Jerome had a look of confusion. Preston lay back, his face unreadable, perhaps even emotionless as he dug his nails to his palms, and Mitch burst out in laughter.

"Are you serious?" He said, still laughing. The two shared a look of disbelief.

"What do you mean?" Rob replied firmly, completely aware of Vikk's shaky hands.

"You're actually serious? Oh my god." Jerome couldn't believe the reaction, his mouth hanging open, and Matt looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Mitch, I think you need to stop." Jerome said, finally processing what was happening.

"What? It's not my fault you're friends with faggots."

Preston's wall that seemed to cover every feeling crumbled. He was ticked off, and the words flashed in front of his face. Faggot. Sarah. She hated him. Rob. He was gone. All because of the stupid word. Before his mind could process his actions, he was up on his feet, his fist flying towards Mitch's face, knocking him back against the wall. Everyone seemed to freeze, trying to register how things escalated to this point. Mitch put a hand to his cheek, his eyes wide. His look of disbelief slowly transforming into a glare.

"Go to Hell." He growled, slamming the door behind him. Everyone looked around, the group somehow shifted into silence. Vikk looked so shaky that it seemed he would topple over any second, and Jerome stood against the wall, clearly trying to piece together what had exactly gone down. Preston stood in the same stance, somewhat frozen in place, Rob was gripping Vikk's hand like he was a child that had tried to run away, and Matt looked like he was a kicked  puppy.

"Preston take the medicine. It's late and we're going before we get kicked out." Rob said roughly, focused intently on keeping his voice from cracking. He slung his jacket over his shoulder. "Preston." He warned after a second, making the stubborn gamer groan in exasperation, grabbing the container. Turning back, he looked at Vikk, and they quietly departed. Jerome left as well, scratching the back of his neck.

"Matt?" Preston asked, sitting back on the bed, watching as Matt scurried out of the room. He sighed, tears threatening to fall as the Texan lay back. Maybe if I'd done something Rob would care about me too. He pushed the thought away, and looked at the small bottle of pills. They made him want to gag. Sometimes he wanted to go back, and just stop that one night from ever happening. So he'd never question himself, he'd never break himself down, and so he would have never fallen in love.

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Sleep, that's what he needed. Vikk rubbed his eyes, burying his face into Rob's chest. He looked up at Rob's sleeping face, and matched his breathing pattern. Misery seemed to overcome him, the what-ifs, and overall regrets. It felt so impossible, to think that something so simple could have fallen apart.

He hadn't touched his computer in decades now. Nobody cared enough to record, and he could barely muster the happiness to make it through the day. If he'd just left Rob alone. If he'd just dealt with his own problems. He felt like a handicap, a sixth finger that had no use. (A/N Sorry if you have six fingers...i guess...) He snuck out of the bed, leaving Rob to sleep as he slid into the bathroom as silent as possible. The cool feeling of metal in his fingers, perhaps his only form of tranquility. A single mumble as red stained the floor. "This is for being selfish."

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Did I brighten up your day? Daww I know right! I set this to a font and it looks good no matter what. I would read a story about carpet and still enjoy with this. That's gotta actually exist. Oh god. And by the way, am i the only one who cried during Bash's "let's talk" video, because I just bawled. But in all seriousness, I'm trying to develop a schedule, my laziness is taking over. So yeah. Every other day IF I can manage.

Quality over Quantity tho

Bye!