struggle

dreams

Riker's P.O.V:
I hear my phone ring and I see that it's Roy. "Why is he calling you?! He doesn't care about you! Just end your life!"

I ignore my thoughts for a second and put down the knife. I stare at the screen for a bit before I pick up the phone. I grab the phone and answer the call.

"Riker, are you ok?!" he sounded scared.

I replied with "Why do you care?"

He went silent for a second and then said "Look, I don't want to argue, but can I go to your house?"

I look at the clock on my dresser, it read 3:45. I respond with, "Yea sure, I'll see you around 4:30."

I said "Yea...I'll see ya then."

I hang up the phone and look at the knife, still wishing that I was dead and lifeless, laying in blood.

[Around 4:25p.m.]

I hear a knock at my door, so I hide the knife in my drawer so Roy can't see it. I don't want him to get worried.

I answer the door and sure enough, it was Roy. He was wearing a muscle shirt with shorts, I couldn't help but stare at his amazing body.

I let him in and we immediately went to my room. I asked him "So what did you want to talk to me about?" He got up and looked out the window, and then he started speaking.

"Look, I just want to apologize for what happened in the cafe. I didn't want things to happen the way they did, but I'm sorry."

Roy's P.O.V:
After I apologized to Riker, I look back at him in tears. I run up to him and hug him, shedding a few tears myself.

I look at him in the eyes and told him I was sorry, really I was, and I wanted to make it up to him so bad. I look at him and he calmed down, I sniffled wiping my tears.

I told him "It's ok, and I promise that I'll make it up to you."

I was about to leave when he grabbed my wrist. I blushed and little and looked at Riker, looks like he was blushing too.

"Oh you...uhh want me to stay?"

He nods and I sit down next to him on the carpet on the floor.

I noticed some red stains on the carpet and I curiously asked, "What are these stains?" as I'm pointing down at them.

He responded with "Oh, just a little ketchup." When he said this I grew suspicious, but I left those to the side. After that, we talked about what was on our mind and that, we promised that we would be there for each other and that everything would be ok.

It was around 6:30 pm and I had to go. My parents don't like me coming home late. Riker then grabbed me by my waist and pressed his lips against mine with tears coming down his face.....

"Roy....I love you..."