haters.

chapter 1.

"grant please don't do this."

"I have to."

"no you don't grant. trust me there's other ways."

he sat there with a gun in one hand an his phone in the other.

"look though. look at what they're saying about me. it's all true."

"grant. please. just listen to me a minute."

"why should I?" tears were streaming down his soft innocent face. "it's not worth it anymore."

"grant michael-day landis. I don't fucking care what they have to say. none of its true. and I love you. oh shit. I mean we'll you're my best friend and I like you a lot but. okay. I can't fucking lie to you now. grant I'm in love with you. I have been since the day we met. you can't do this grant. what about your mom and dad and Grayson and garrett. you can't do this to them or yourself. grant please. give me the gun. now."

he threw his phone across the room shattering a glass vase. he set the gun down and went over to the broken glass.

"maybe this will be a better way to go." he was full on sobbing now and so was I.

I hurled myself at him and grabbed the glass from his hand. I threw it to the ground and moved him away from the rest. he was struggling to get away but he needed to calm down. I held him tighter and tighter in my arms until we both collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down our faces.

grant looked up at me sniffled. "thank you." he mumbled. "I-I love you too."

he looked back down and I just held him tighter in my arms. everything was going to be okay, I thought. but I was so wrong.