We Need To Talk - Gawsten [probably]

Heart Of A Friend

Dallon

"You have to understand that hes not human, theres not much we can do," She explained. 

"He's the closest thing to human I've ever met!" Brendon yelled at her. 

"Sir, theres not much we can do."

"Not much?! Or something?!" He snapped. I placed my hand on his back. He seemed to tense. I looked back to Awsten, Geoff, and Otto. Awsten seemed to be going threw equations in his head. 

"Sir we can't do anything," Brendon choked on his breath and turned into me. A 'hug'. I suppose. I put my arms gently around him. I think that's how this works. Awsten trotted up.

"How much time?" Awsten asked. 

"Um," She thought. "Less then 24 hours at best," 

"Okay- I can-" Then he turned around and trotted outside pulling out his phone. I turned to Geoff who seemed to be holding Otto. Hes a child this probably scares him too. I put my hand in Brendons hair softly. He held onto me tightly. 

"Breathe," I mumbled to him. He just kept shaking. 

-

??????

"So, how did you survive?" I asked. 

"Well," He paused. "Frank didn't tell you?" He asked. I shook my head. 

"How could he? We just saw each other for the first time sense that night just earlier today. That was  y e a r s  ago." I told. He looked up at Frank shyly. 

"Well, uh, Im not-" He was struggling for words. I tilted my head. He reached his hand out to me. I placed my hand on his. Or, tried, it fell right threw. I looked up at Mikey. "I'm not really- alive-" He explained. 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, uh, I've always been able to do some of this but not always. But, um, I can talk to the dead, disappear, but I can be able to touch people only when i want, It used to be the other way around with the last one but- I'm dead now,," He told looking down. I went to put my hand on his arm and he let me. He actually threw himself into me. Hugging me. I kept my arms tightly around him. 

"Its okay," I told softly. Then i realized he was crying. "Mikey?" I asked softly.

"I-ive been looking for you for five years, In real life and threw the dead, I thought you didn't want to see me;" He cried.

"No, Mikey, for the past years I've wanted nothing more then to see you two again," I told, "And I got both of you in the same day," Frank looked up to me. He just recently got his wings free and was messing with them and stretching them. 

"I knew you cared about him, you never stop talking about him you're like his stalker," Mikey told.

"That's not a bad option," I shrugged. 

"Wow, thanks for giving me the excuse to call him a stalker," Frank joked. I pushed Frank a little while holding Mikey with my other hand. Mikey had a soft blue glow around him. His hair was much different then it was five years ago, his hair was shaved on the sides and had a small poof up in the center. Still taller then me. Come to realize it. Along with Franks hair, its gotten so long. As long as mine was, before they cut it. Actually, mines just a little shorter then his. I took a soft inhale while holding onto Mikey.  He seemed to be calming down. Which is good. I ruffled Mikeys hair but its shorter then normal. 

"aaa- my hair-" He said moving out of my hold. "You still do that-"

"You're still weird about it," I smirked softly. 

"Yeah whatever," He rolled his eyes with the smallest hint of a smile. I missed that. 

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Oh," He paused. "I forgot you haven't been out in a long time, well, the-house burned down three years ago-" he told.

"What?"I asked. "How?" 

"Some teenagers messing around. A little too close to the house,," 

"What about mom?" I asked further. Mikey almost broke into tears.

"She-" He almost started shaking. Frank didn't seem to know this either. "She killed herself the week after i died and you disappeared.." I froze. "I can't talk to her. She wont let me," He choked. "She always did like you,"

"Yeah well- I like you better," I told, probably not gonna have everything hit me until tomorrow. Mikey just held tightly onto me. 

???????

He's dead. He's fucking dead. The one true thing I thought I could have forever. If I lost everything but him i'd be fine. But I lost  h i m. My one support. I slammed my bedroom door shut. Leaning back on it as sobs clouded everything. Ryan meant everything. Ryan was my everything. He kept me fine. And they just let him die on a table. Didn't even try. 

A buzzing and light started in my pocket. I pulled it out, hoping for it to be Ryan but I knew it wouldn't be.  

Dallas

I can't talk to Dallon right now. Why would I even want to? What does he know about loosing a friend? What could he say that I haven't heard over and over. I sent it to voicemail. What does anyone know about how I am right now?? How am I supposed to do anything like this?? Do I even have to be here right now? I was only here to keep him safe, now look at what I did. I could do it. I could do it right now. I want to. It'll make things better, wont it? My phone lit up. 

Two notifications

Dallas; missed call & voicemail

Ryro 1 Voicemail

A voicemail ? From when ?

I unlocked my phone. Sliding to my voicemails. 

Ryro Missed call from 3 days ago

Three days ?

I clicked on it and held it to my ear. His voice melted my heart. Again,

Hey, Brebin, a giggle, I know your gonna be here in an hour but I miss you. I know you're doing work stuff but I might just pull a gay and lay on you bed. Ooooooh yeah what a rebel I am, another giggle. But uhh, if you don't say no within the next mmmm ten minutes don't be surprised if there's some feathers on your bed,,