| Injection II | (Smosh Fanfic) A Leap Of Faith

Chapter Three: It Isn't Over

Keith's P.O.V:

The curtains on our windows didn't protect my eyelids from the morning sunlight. I looked to my left, and assumed Noah had already woken up from the flipped sheets.

I took a deep breath, my mind recollecting on yesterday's events. My face dug into my hands, feeling guilt take over. I couldn't believe I actually hurt my friend like that.

Yes, I've been in many fights at school and with my siblings. But, I've never been a bully or had bad intentions to hurt someone.

It's like I was possessed by something that took over my thoughts and emotions. I wanted to call Aria and apologize, but my conscience was telling me that wasn't the mature way to solve a problem as an adult.

I knew the best way was to talk to her face to face. But at the same time, my anxiety was overwhelming me at the thought. I wasn't sure if she even wanted to see me. Ugh, I felt like such a child.

I'm going to have to face Noah at some point.

I crawled out of bed and onto my feet, feeling a wave of anxiety wash through me. I brushed it off, and walked out of the bedroom.

The kitchen looked spotless every morning thanks to Noah. He normally spends time making the best breakfast to start off the day, and I spend the evening making the best dinner to end the day.

Or, Postmates.

I sat at the counter on one of our cushioned stools, feeling awkward as we silently went about our day together. Noah kept his back to me as he prepared the scrambled eggs, adding ketchup and salt to my plate.

I wanted to say something. I hated every time we fought. You have no idea how much I love talking to this man. Hearing him talk about literally anything makes my day.

Sometimes I pretend to be annoyed, so nobody suspects a thing. But now, I'm really missing hearing him talk about Shane Dawson conspiracy theories.

"Good morning." Noah greeted with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. "How'd you sleep?"

"Alright." I answered. "Did we run out of whipped cream?"

"How'd you know?"

"You don't have any in your cup." I said. "You love hot chocolate, but you really love whipped cream."

"Okay, Mr. Smartass." Noah said with a grin.

"Oh, I'm the smartass!" I said back with a chuckle.

Our 'small talk' didn't feel the same as it's always been when we've had conversations. The elephant in the room was lingering for too long, making this moment unbearably awkward, even though we were both playing it off like it was nothing.

My thoughts were interrupted by a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage patties set down in front of me, the fresh aroma urging me away from all the worries I was facing before.

"Orange juice or water?" Noah asked me.

"Water."

"Figured." Noah commented as ice started filling the glass in his hand from the fridge.

I sighed as I picked up my utensils. "Hey, Noah? You got a second?"

"I've got all morning." Noah answered, handing me the glass of water. "What's on your mind?"

I didn't know how to begin. It felt like the world around me was falling apart the more I thought about what was actually on my mind. My family won't accept me, I'm constantly on the verge of losing my job along with my friends, and speaking of my friends...they probably want nothing to do with me right now. Also, I have depression.