Dead On Time (maylor)

Chapter 6

Brian's P.O.V.

"Brian, please. We need to talk"

"No, no we don't" I replied, terrified.

Roger sat beside me, he put a finger under my chin making me look at him. He wiped my tears away with his thumb.

Rog sighted "Brian..." he started "What's happening to you? I just want to help" his voice was like an angel's, so smooth. He was awfuly comforting.

"Y-yes. I'm just... sad, I guess" I said looking down again.

"And what are you sad for?" he implied.

"I-I can't tell you. I'd destroy everything we have together, I'd destroy our friendship, and you don't deserve such a thing" I confesed. I was never lying. I was just not telling the entire truth.

"Please, Brian. You know I won't change the way I look at you as a person. I'm sure whatever it is I can help, even if it's by getting better help. If you want to tell me I'll be here, any time at all" he smiled, his smile was so beautiful. He showed his perfect white teeth, his fangs on each side of his mouth, making him even more attractive.

"It's just... I've got this, uh, voice in the back of my head, it's always there. Sometimes louder than other times, warning me"

"Warning you about what?"

"Well, it depends on the thing I'm thinking about or what I'm doing..." I can't believe I was telling him this, I always kept it to myself, thinking it was stupid to tell anyone, they would make fun of me, The Voice warned me.

"And, let me guess, that voice warned you about something before, right?" he asked, I nodded my head "Maybe you could think if that voice is right or not, but don't think with the brain, think with the heart. What your heart tells you. Maybe it could be useful"

"May I ask" Roger continued "What did The Voice warn you for?"

"I-I was reading your, uhm, note, and it told me that it was all a... nevermind" my voice broke at the end of the sentence, I couldn't stand doing this anymore, it was humilating, I looked like a 5-year-old kid trying to explain himself.

I stood up, ready to leave when a hand grabed my wrist "Brian, please. I don't know whatever The Voice told you, but if the note's the matter... I really do mean it. I like you, Brian.

    You have a perfect personality, you are funny, smart as heck, responsable, caring, loving, and I could go on. You are a very attractive man, too. You're tall, skinny, handsome, your hair is so funny, but in a good way. But lately I know something's been up with you, you're having panic attacks frequently, your anxiety is growing, I want to help you, I want to take care of you. I need to take care of you. So please, for God's sake, tell me what the fuck is wrong, I won't go to college if need to skip it to help you. Please, Brian" by now Roger had tears in his eyes, as well as me. I didn't know this. I needed to think. I knew he wanted to help me, he wanted to help me so badly. I could just tell him I liked him, too, then kiss him and be together like on those cliché films. But no, on those films one of the lovebirds didn't have anxiety, panic attacks, depression and shits because of a clock. So without thinking I just picked his hand in mine, the hand that was holding my wrist. I stared at his eyes, deep in. I got lost, he was so beautiful it hurt. I stared at his eyes, I got lost in an ocean, the sky was blue, too, and i was drowning, slowly, painfuly. Drowning in the waters that I love so much. Then I couldn't contain it anymore. I kissed him. It was a slow, loving kiss. Full of love, I needed to get some out of my chest. Our lips moved together for what felt like an eternity. I cupped Roger's cheek, and his hands made their way to my unruly curls. His lips tasted like sweet apple, and his hot breath mixed with mine. I felt my chest warming up at an alarming rate, if this is how kissing someone felt, kissing Roger is better. Eventually, the kiss got to an end, very slowly I let his hand go and headed to the door, opening it.