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it was midday and i had to phone coxon's parents to tell them coxon was gonna stay in my place for a bit and that he was safe with me.
since it was my first time talking to them, they didn't sound too convinced about it but i had told them he had stayed so many times before and they had nothing to worry about.
oops, i think they didn't know that either.
has coxon ever told them about me?
in the end, they agreed but told me they wanted him home before 8pm.
coxon begged me not to tell them about the situation or else, they would come for me and demand me too.
his parents were lawyers. they had to work all day and they barely had time for him. almost same thing with my parents, but at least they tried to spend as much time as possible with me and my sister.
now i know i why they didn't know about me
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it was still hard to process what had happened to coxon.
i had parked my car in the school's parking lot and decided to smoke for a bit while waiting for coxon to meet me here, just like we did everyday.
it was almost time for class to start and he still hadn't showed up, so i decided to wait a little longer. maybe he had fallen asleep and was running late.
the clock read 8:13am but i couldn't wait any longer so i thought that maybe he didn't wanna come today.
when i'm walking down the hallway i see coxon's backpack next to the door that led to the swimming room.
why in the world would coxon be in the swimming room? i thought.
i enter the room and i see macquoid and his asshat friends laughing, but i didn't understand what they were laughing for.
then i see someone on the pool struggling to swim and having trouble to mantain themselves on the surface.
wait was that- oh god no. fucking dickheads!
coxon told me before he never learned how to swim and these dickheads had just pushed him into the water.
'WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?!' i yelled.
'dude we did nothing, he was just having a walk and slipped and fell into the water.' macquoid said.
'LOOK WHAT YOU JUST HAVE DONE. HE CAN'T FUCKING SWIM!'
i had to jump into the water to save him since i knew he wasn't gonna do it for himself. i had to save this boy before he drowned.
when i dragged coxon out of the pool, he wasn't conscious but his heart was still beating, very slowly.
his breath was irregular and he had gone all pale.
i carried coxon over my shoulders and i asked for help.
the nurses had came up to me and rushed coxon to the nurse room and thankfully, someone knew how to do CPR.
when he finally reacted, they had to make sure he was breathing well.
they told me to call a doctor or go to a hospital in case he presented any complications.
the car ride to home wasn't too long but sure the silence that was in the atmosphere was.
neither of us said exchanged a word.
it was kind of getting awkward so i turned on the radio and "every breath you take" by the police was playing.
i was humming to the lyrics of the song and tapping on the steering wheel to the rythm of it.
'oh can't you see? you belong to me. how my poor heart aches with every step you take'
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when we arrived home, i gave coxon a towel so he could dry off as he was still soaking wet.
i had asked him if he wanted to take a shower which he agreed and i had given him some of my clothes.
after he got out, i proceeded to take a shower as well.
the feeling of being all covered in chlorinated water disgusted me.
he told me he wanted to sleep for a bit and i let him sleep in my bed.
call me weird or whatever you want, but i had to check out on him every ten minutes and basically had to watch him sleep in case he had trouble with breathing or something.
gladly, he didn't.
i even counted the time he took sleeping. 1 hour 23 minutes.
he slept like a baby. he'd make these weird movements and unintelligible mumbling would come out from his mouth.
when he had finally woken up, i found him sitting on the edge of the bed.
he was looking through the window. he looked like he was trying to decode something but he didn't know how to.
when i got close to him, he put his head down and stared at his hands.
'you okay coxon?' i asked him with the softest voice possible.
what kind of question was that?
right after i had asked such idiotic question, he started crying.
congratulations on being such a genius, albarn. now you made him feel worse.
i didn't know what else to do so i pulled him into my chest and embraced him thinking that possibly that could make him feel better.
he began to cry harder and i could feel his tears falling into the crook of my neck.
i think that wasn't helping either. maybe he just wanted to be alone for a moment.
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it was time for coxon to go back home since his parents had told me they wanted him back before 8pm.
his house was only a few miles away from my mine so the car ride wasn't that long.
when i finally left him in his place, there was someone standing at the door as if they had been waiting for him.
i think it was his mom. she looked at me with seriousness on her face and she looked unfriendly.
i looked at my watch and it read 8:19pm.
oops i think i was a bit late.
i got off the car to greet her mom and apologize for being late and that it wasn't gonna happen again.
she just gave me a smirk and nodded as a sign that she had accepted my apology.
pleasure to meet you too, ma'am
A/N
bruh i swear im only in chapter 6 and im already running out of ideas i apologize if its bad written im not a professional ok bye<33
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Fanfiction"i was being oblique and you'd love my bed you got the other instead" a story where two opposites who slowly manage to have connection between them and maybe even an enderaring love story.
