[DISCONTINUED] Maybe More Than Partners....I Guess..

Chapter Seis: Jelly Green Gavin

Writer: Btw, for creativity purposes I'm writing it in Gavin's view. I will also be using the he pronoun cuz my character a dude, but feel free to use she if you wanna.

Gavin's POV

My eyes slowly open, luckily the room is dark but they view someone in the corner. Did I phcking wake up in hell cuz I remember it being much cozier than this.

"Oh...your awake." The voice just says. I don't know if I'm the crazy one or that motherfucker there.

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask the creepy at shadow, "You don't know?"
It replies, voice icy and cold.

"I mean a lot happened today. So rn my brain doesn't really want to think."

"Hahahah! Gav you're such a fucking dumbass."

Only one person calls me Gav... "(n/n) what are you doing here?"

"How did you find out?" "Maybe next time don't say Gav." "Fuck."

He moves out of the shadows, the view of him is even better. Oh phck, control yourself Gavin. He's looks are on fire but still. Wait. No. His looks aren't fire. If I deny it then it can't be true right?

As my brain processes everything that happened I just remember how he acted. I just have to ask.

"Umm.....(n/n)? I have to ask but did you mean what you said back at hat house?"

"What house?" He asks sitting down at the side of my bed...well the hospital bed.

"You're honestly shit. Pure fucking shit. What other fucking house did we go to?" Maybe a bit saltier than intended.

"Oh.... Idk really. Something in me just broke. Maybe if you weren't being a little bitch that wouldn't have happened."

"Uh.. if you weren't a little bitch that wouldn't have happened." I'm such a damn child. "Really Gav? Mocking me?

"Uh.. really Gav, mocking me?" I still continue. He gets up, phck.

Before I knew it I felt a hand around my neck. But it didn't hurt, it just stayed there.

I regret having have said that cause now I feel my throat getting crushed. He let go eventually.

"You're only lucky that you're in hospital." He insisted, "boi you would be dead if you weren't."

"You wouldn't do shit." I'll also regret that soon.

"I'll be back." I watch him get up and leave. The fact that he stayed here when he could've left really means a lot to me.....but I can't allow him to see that.

The door opens- "Hello! I'm Nurse Blair. I'm here just to check up on you." I like what I see.

"Everything seems to be normal. I'll be back again to give you your medication. Have a good night!" He seemed way to happy and I like it.

"Goodnight Blair." I dryly replied back as he walked out the door. Where the fuck is he?

The door creaks open again. "Here." It's (y/n) handing me coffee. "Not even a thanks?" "Thanks." Why are my replies drier than usual?

He glares, "I would've spilled this on you but you just luckily in hospital."

"Try me." I reply back. "Arghh!" I shouldn't have tried to sit up. The pain was almost as bad as the stabbing itself. Not.

(y/n) drops his coffee and tries to help me up. Fuck, why did he have to be so fucking amazing?

"Thanks." Another dry reply, what the hell is happening?