Spectrum- a Jared Kleinman Angst fic

Chapter Two

Wow somehow this turned into like, ordering strange drugs on the internet. Great. There's an ugly pic this time, tho... so.. yay? 

Oh but really there's a kind of mention of abuse soo yeah idk be careful

I don't think anyone is reading this. I don't know why I'm still posting these. But I am. So. Yeah. I'll probably finish the story off super quickly at this point, because it sounds stretched out and like... yeah. Horrible. Anyway I'm done now

"Is it?" he asks, like he isn't two seconds away from bolting. He can't let this happen after so many years of work.

He calms himself slightly and focuses enough on good things that his hair changes back to normal.

But it's not like they didn't see the obnoxious blue his hair had turned. He needs to think of something, and quickly.

"That's weird," he starts, picking up his ice cream. "I guess I was feeling calm." It's a miracle his voice comes out evenly.

"Yeah... weird." He breathes a sigh of relief. They're buying it.

The conversation picks up again, and Jared pays attention this time. It doesn't happen again. It won't ever happen again. He'll make sure of it.

But he's slipping, and he can't stop, no matter how much he tries.

"Jared? Your hair is blue again," Alana comments, eyes filled with worry. Jared shrugs it off.

"Guess it is, huh?" He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Two mistakes in one day, how ridiculous.

No, no, he can't go there. If he starts to think like that, it'll just make everything worse.

He takes a bite of his ice cream and focuses on that instead. The conversation starts again, and Jared tries to join in.

Then, when everyone is done with their ice cream, they chat a little before agreeing to head home.

Jared walks briskly to his car, waving to his friends. He should really get some gloves, because his fingers are starting to go numb.

He gets in his car, starts it, and sits for a minute, trying to get warm. He breathes deeply, and quietly. He can't let his emotions come out like that. But obviously his method isn't working anymore.

He groans and slowly drives home. He puts some music on and taps his fingers to the beat idly.

When he pulls into his neighborhood, he rolls to an almost stop. He doesn't want to go home yet. If he's right, and it really is two pm, his dad could be home at any minute.

But soon enough he rolls into the driveway, and parks. He gets out, shuts the car door, and walks to the front door.

He walks inside, closing the door behind him. His dad is not home right now, unlike what he'd assumed. Good.

He heads to his room and shuts himself inside. He slips his shoes off and gets in his bed, pulling a blanket over himself. He grabs his laptop and his headphones. He puts the headphones on and gets to work.

He opens up a new incognito Google Chrome tab and hesitates, fingers hovering above the keyboard. What should he write? How should he word this?

He settles for "hiding emotions" and presses enter.

A strange website pops up, advertising a pill. Jared shrugs- why not?- and clicks the link. He scans the information and quirks a brow.

If this is true... he won't have to push things down. This pill stops your hair from changing colors completely.

He sighs, saves the link, and keeps looking. But there's not much else on the internet about it.

This is probably a bad idea.

But even if it is a bad idea, his life is full of them. What's one more?