Smuts and Fluff ✨ (READ DESCRIPTION)

Angel Boy (fluff)

Jorge POV-

It had been a very long day. I got into a huge fight with my mom. I didn't want her to worry about me.. I just wish I was normal. My mind raced with thoughts as I tapped my fingers rapidly on my now empty water bottle.
I winced as the train came to a loud, screeching halt. I got off and headed towards the bathroom. I just needed a minute to think. I stared at myself in the mirror. I was all shaky. My eyes were red all around, and the light purple circles around my eyes were framing my pale skin all too well. My blonde hair was an utter mess. I wetted my hands and fooled with my hair in an attempt to look decent. After five minutes of ruffling it, I eventually gave up and grunted as I left the bathroom. As I exited the subway I felt a few raindrops fall from the sky to my bare neck. I shivered from the cold and watched as my breath made a cloud in front of me as I walked. I finally got to my house and stuffed a bag deep in my pockets, to hide it from my mom.

"Hey honey. There's dinner on the table if you'd like some." My mom fluttered.

"Im not hungry" I said damply as I headed for my room.

I stared at my arms. I'm so pathetic. Grabbing the bag out of my pocket, I headed for the bathroom in my room. I shut the door and locked it quietly. Opening the cupboard under the sink, I rummaged around till I found a small box that I knew was empty, awaiting another fill. I snatched the bag quickly from my pocket and emptied the contents into the box, and took out a couple before jamming it back under the sink.

I looked into my eyes in the mirror for the second time tonight, and forced my vision back down at my quivering hand. I filled a cup with water and swallowed the three pills from my hand. I sank down to the floor and brought my knees to my chest. Sitting there with my head buried in my legs, I started to feel a bit calmer. I went to my bed and let my body guide me under the covers. I pulled my covers up over my face and allowed a single tear to slip down my tingly cheek before I lost consciousness.

The Next Morning~

I woke up, head fuzzy, and a raging headache. I got up and winced from the pain. I went to the bathroom in the hall and popped 5 ibuprofen pills. Walking downstairs I didn't hear anyone and assumed everyone was at work. Well I poured myself some water I heard footsteps behind me.

"Good morning Jorge. We're going somewhere so get some clo-" she paused and looked me up and down. "Did you wear those clothes to bed"

"Oh uh, yeah I guess"

"Well we're going somewhere so get decent please"

I rolled my eyes and went upstairs. I changed my clothes and put on a little foundation to make it so I didn't look quite so tired.

Driving in the car was painful. My mom was being completely silent. She didn't tell me where we were going. I concentrated on every turn she made to try and make out where we could possibly be going. Eventually we turned into a small, sketchy parking lot that belonged to three establishments. A shitty nail salon, a janky Mexican "restaurant" I had never heard of, and the only local therapist office. She didn't believe in painting nails, and has never trusted unprofessional restaurants, so she had to be coming her for the therapists place.. and I knew why. Dammit. She really just had to do this. I scoffed to myself and put my earbuds in to try and control my annoyance.

"Hey, we're here" she said as she touched my arm.

"Ugh I know! We're obviously parked!" i snapped while I pulled my arm out of her reach. She pulled her hand back and I saw hurt in her eyes. I knew I had hurt her feelings, and I felt bad as soon as I realized how rude I was being, but she knew how much I hated talking to people about the things I was dealing with.