Greyson Brown (boyxboy)

Chapter 13

I texted them my part for the project and sat at the couch with Dylan. He looked over at me surprised but didn't say anything, not until halftime.

"So talk to me, Adrien." He said looking over at me. It's been a while since I've seen his face up close. He's gained some weight sitting on the couch all day.

"There's nothing to talk about." I shrugged and watched as he nodded his head.

"Greysons dick up your ass?" He joked and watched as I sank into the couch with a blush.

"Oh shut up Dylan! And no! I haven't talked to him for a while now! Not that you care anyways." I said and got ready to stand up.

"I've always cared." Dylan whispered and looked up to meet my eyes now that he's got my attention.

"What?" I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say something like that straight to my face. 

"I've always cared about you, Adrien. It's you who's grown distant."

"What are you talking about?" I asked trying to keep the attitude out of my tone. He scuffed and fully faced me.

"You really don't remember?" Dylan scuffed and shook his head. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the nearest wall, giving him my attention. "Marie's funeral."

"We don't need to talk about it, rea-"

"See! During the funeral, you pulled the same self-isolation shit. And then you go and blame everyone around you for you being lonely. Well, take a look, Adrien. The only one pushing away is you. I cared, I've been caring! I'm your older brother, fuck, of course I love you. But as always, you're the one who pushes people away-"

"No I don't Dylan! Stop lying! You hate me and you've always hated me!" I yelled back, not believing what he's saying. "I may be a self isolationist bitch! But you were the one who pushed me away after your leg injury! You were the one who left me crying after mom and dad left! Fuck! You almost left me!"

"I never left you, Adrien." He scuffed shaking his head. "And I didn't leave you crying."

"Yes you did, Dylan! And you left me to, or do you not remember the twelve days you left me by myself after mom and dad left?" I confronted. We never talk about it. It's too hard for me and some things are better left unsaid. But this time, I have to say something.

"I was looking for them during those twelve days." Dylan said looking up at the ceiling. "I thought they'd come back after two weeks, but then they didn't. Their bender didn't end. So I went to look for them-"

"For twelve fucking days?" I cried and shook my head. "For twelve days, I was by myself. I was fucking starving! I was a kid! A kid, Dylan, and you left me! You left me right after mom and dad left-"

"I didn't ask for the responsibility of taking care of you! But I didn't leave, okay? Don't fucking say that I left when I didn't. Leaving means never coming back and I came back."

"You wonder why I'm a self isolating bitch? You wonder why I shut you out? Because everyone leaves, Dylan. Everyone. And you did too." I said shaking my head and wiped away my tears. "You left me, just like everyone around me."

"I didn't leave you!"

"Yes you did! You did Dylan!" I screamed. "And no fucking wonder I shut you out after Marie's funeral! She was my best friend!"

"Everyone dies, that's life!" Dylan screamed back.

"I should have been the one that died, okay? She was an amazing person, who just began life. She was the most honest and kind person in this world. Her laughter could light up a dark dim room. Her smell could bloom any flower, fuck! I don't know, but she should have lived. I should have died. She should be here right now!"

"Well she's not!"

"That's not helping Dylan? What's there not to get? She was my first and only ever best friend, okay?" I cried and watched as he looked at me confused. "She was the only person who understood me and who loved me for who I am."

"I love you, Adrien." Dylan cried. I sighed and didn't know how to tell him who much I don't want to hear those words.

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do." Dylan said standing up and walking towards me. I tried to walk away, but he tackled me to the floor. "I can't outrun you."

"Dylan, get off of me." I groaned from how much of a fatass he is.

"And I'm sorry you lost your best friend. I really am, but that doesn't mean everyone is going to leave." Dylan said holding onto my head like I'm a little kid. I couldn't help but wrap my arm around him.

It's been so long since we've hugged or even talked.

"Mom, dad, Marie, you-"

"I'm never going to leave you again, okay? I should have known. But I was only 16, I wasn't ready to take care of you. Then a few years later with my leg. It's just not the way I thought my life was going to pan out. But I'm sorry for leaving you, Adrien, really."

And I cried.

I cried like a fucking little kid.

Because it probably wasn't until now that I realized that I really needed to hear him say that. I needed him to say that he won't leave me. That he won't ever leave me again.

"Say it again." I sobbed, the room getting harder to breath in.

"I'm not leaving." He said holding onto me tighter. "I'm not fucking leaving."

I cried and felt my body curl into his arms. "Again."

"I'm not leaving you, Adrien." He whispered again and again into my ear.

"Why did they leave, Dylan?"

"Mom and dad are addicts, Adrien." Dylan sighed as I sobbed even harder. "And nothing you do will bring back Marie. She's gone, okay? There's nothing you can do to bring her back. No matter how much you try not to move on, you're going to move on. You're going to keep living your life. And it's ok-"

"No it's not." I cried shaking my head. "It's not okay, it's not okay that she's gone. It's not okay that I'm alone."

"You're not alone. You have me, Greyson, and Ian. You have so many people who want to be your friend, you just have to let them in." Dylan said rolling off of me and shakily stood up. I stood up and found myself hugging him again.

He's grown to be so squishy. He used to be abs and muscles from football, but now.

"I don't hate you, Dylan and I'm sorry for making things so complicated." I said shaking my head. "I can't imagine being 16 and having to take care of me."

"You're not all bad."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not, you're growing up and you're going through grief, it's part of life." Dylan said ruffling my hair and sitting back down on the couch. "Let's watch tv."

"We can do movie marathons like when we were younger." I laughed and stole the remote.

He smiled at me. The first time I've seen him smile in forever. I never knew he could look so young just from a simple expression.

"Yeah." He said stealing the remote and pulled me into his chest, ruffling my hair like the old days.

I know what I need to do.