Never Forget (or something cheesy like that)

Some Stuff Happens

(A/N I'm getting better at posting on time aren't I? Are you proud of me? [0-0] )

(A/N#2 yeah... that's how long ago I started writing this chapter... well... sorry... I'M PATHETIC! ok. let's continue :) )

                                                                        ~~~Brandon's POV~~~

I slowly open my eyes as I feel something move on my head. I was still sitting on Triston's floor besides his bed, I guess I must have fallen asleep here. I turn around and see Triston laying on his stomach facing me with a slight smile.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." he goes to sit up and grunts slightly with a pained undertone

I jump up as quickly as possible and go over to Triston gently helping him "Don't move too much, you're beat up pretty bad. We're taking you to the hospital today just to make sure that none of your injuries are serious."

He nods in agreement as he just sits in his bed staring into his lap. He looked, sad, and empty, and I just couldn't take seeing him like that... but I didn't know what to do...

"Hey... Triston?" I sit criss cross applesauce on the bed facing him. He looks up to meet my gaze with saddened eyes. it breaks my heart.

"It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay. I promise." I give him a sad smile as I take both of his hands into mine and lace our fingers together.

He slightly smiles and nods. He seemed to be okay for a second before he looks away and I see tears silently falling down his face.

"Hey, hey..." I say quietly and soothingly as I reach out a hand to grab the side of his face and turn it so he's looking at me again.

His face scrunches up as he tries to suppress his sobs. He sniffs and his shoulders begin to bounce as he starts to fall apart.

"Come here." I say as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He lets his head lay in the crook of my neck as he sobs loudly. I open up my legs and he settles in between them grabbing fistfuls of my shirt near my chest as I rub his back and caress his head. (A/N I don't like the word caress... it sounds... weird... but I didn't know any other word to use... so...) 

"It's ok. It's ok." I repeat quietly into his ear as he begins to sob harder holding onto my shirt for dear life. (he definitely stretched it and wrinkled it a bit but idc) After about 2 or 3 minutes he stops crying and loosens his grip on my shirt going slightly limp in my arms as I feel him practically melt into me. I never knew how good it could feel to hold someone like this... no, not just someone... him, Triston.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room where the occasional muffled sniffles of the boy in my arms, the slight creak of the bed frame as I rock gently, and the reassuring whispers from me to Triston. We just sit there for a while, holding each other. Relishing in each other's presence and warmth. We hear a knock on the door and turn our heads to see Jake standing in the door frame with a concerned look on his face. I slide my hands down to a more casual position on Triston's thighs and he doesn't seem to mind so I keep them there.

"How are you feeling?" Jake asks looking at Triston as he leans against the door frame.

Triston sits up and rubs his eyes gently like a child, and I couldn't help but to blush slightly at how adorable he was. He grabs the hem off my shirt and messes with it seemingly subconsciously as he talks to Jake.

"I'm ok." he says quietly, looking down at his hands that are messing with my shirt

I sense I subtle lie in his tone of voice but ignore it and just squeeze his thighs reassuringly just to let him know that I'm here for him. Jake was about to respond to Triston when he looks down at my hands and seem to be ticked off. Shit. I'm screwed. I move to take my hands away when Triston places his hands on top of mine unaware of the current situation that I'm in. Shit squared. I look back of to a pissed Jake who stands up straighter and clears his throat.

"Say uh... whattcha doin there Brandon?" Triston looks up with a confused expression on his face.

"What? What he do?"

Jake purses his lips and widens his eyes as he lifts his head up and motions towards my hands with his head. I lightbulb seems to go off in Triston's head as he realizes what happening.

"Ohhhhh...." he starts to laugh as Jake and I exchange confused glances.

"What's so funny?" I ask

Triston catches his breath and through wheezes he says "Jake *wheeze* is so *wheeze* overprotective *wheeze* to the point *wheeze* where it's funny sometimes. *wheeze*"

"It's fine Jake! He's not doing anything wrong!" Triston says with a huge smile on his face that causes me to smile as well knowing that he's feeling better

I look over at Jake who is smiling now as well. "I guess... but don't try anything funny Brandon, or so help me god I will grab you by your head and use your eye sockets as holding places as I stretch your neck across the road and watch as it gets run over by cars and trucks over and over and over and over and over and over again." 

I start to laugh at first thinking it was a joke but when I meet his gaze, I soon realize that there isn't a hint of humor or anything indicating that he wasn't 100% serious about everything he just said. I stop laughing and look away feeling his eyes burn hole in the back of my head. Damn. This guy was tough.

"Alright boys, play nice." Triston says as he moves to get out of the bed having both me and Jake instantly at his side to hep him if he needs it

"Jeez guys, thanks for your help but I'm not that fragile, I think I can stand on my own." he smiles sweetly at both of us as we back off still standing guard for the moment something goes wrong.

He walks over to his closet limping slightly but nothing too bad before opening the door and pulling out an oversized pastel green hoodie that had a chibi star thingy on it, some plain black short-shorts and all black converse. He opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of pastel green and white stripped knee high socks and turns to face us. 

"So... are you gonna leave and let me change or are you just gonna stand there stare at me while I get naked?" he asks

"Oh! Um... I.. we..." Jake begins blushing tremendously as do I

"We'll just.. uh.." I say backing toward to door

Triston laughs before saying "I was kidding! Now leave ya big red faced bozo's!"

"Yeah Brandon. Let's leave. Don't be a perv!" Jake says 

"What!? I just... um.. I- no... wha..." I blush even harder before rushing out the door behind a cackling Jake

"Um... see ya later." I say before leaving

"I'm just changing my clothes, not going anywhere." he smiles before shutting the door in my face

Damn. He was so perfect. I normally don't blush easily and yet here I am. I flushed mess standing out side my boyfriend's bedroom door waiting for him to-... wait... WHAT!? BOYFRIEND!? Where did that come from! We've been on one date! I- ok Brandon... pull yourself together... it was just a slip up! Yeah! That's all!... Right? I don't want Triston to be my bf (at least not yet)... do I? Idk. Just forget about it.

I can just forget about it... can't I?

(A/N so yeah. it's short. but it's also 10:35pm and I have like at least 10 late math assignments that are due by 12:00am. so. fuck me. just call me kilometers cuz I wanna kms! (yeah ik the actual abbreviation is just km(could stand for for 'kill me' though...)) ahaha... why? LOVE YA'LL!!!! <3 <3 ;D!!!)

(P.S. idk if you guys watch mha, but I've started a new book that's just gonna be full of oneshots of the ship Ejirou Kirishima x Katsuki Bakugo aka Kiribaku aka Bakushima, and I just wanted to put a little ad in here and self promote cuz I wanted to... any way enough of me being narcissistic... check it out if you want. thx. xoxo)