Petals Don't Lie, But Friends Do ? - SkepHalo fanfic

Chapter 8

Previously...

"I'm so glad you're okay, I wouldn't know how to live with myself if I knew I lost you." He mutters out, and I bring him into a hug. "I'll always be okay, don't think about the bad stuff, geppy." He chuckles at my use of his youtube name. "Okay, okay. It still won't stop me from worrying for you though," he states and I giggle. "I'll accept that."

Now..

Darryl's POV 

I look down, smiling more and fidgeting with my hands. I felt a hand on my right shoulder,  making me shift slightly and look back at Zak. He had a knowing gaze, as if he wanted to tell me that he understood everything I was feeling up until this moment. Up until I was taking one of my hands away from my other. Up until this moment where I was about to leave this hospital that I've been stuck in for what feels like forever. My head feels lighter, as I lean my head against his shoulder. I wish this moment could last forever, replaying in my mind. I felt him shake me a little, letting me know that it was time to leave.

"Come on, we'll go to your house. You can see Rat and Rocco!" Zak sounded excited, making me chuckle a little. 

"Okay!" I replied, getting up and walking to get my phone.

"Just so you know, I've been doin' my best to keep clean, so your house isn't that nice as of right now." Zak quickly stated, and I just hummed an 'mmkay'. He was sweet, but also a little sad. I can't imagine how he must've felt or what he likely had to deal with since I've left everywhere without reasoning for weeks, almost months even. Maybe he was the one who explained it all or kept it private for me, either was nice. 

"Alrighty, let's gooo," he dragged on his 'o', which had me laughing a little cause of his coughing fit afterwards. 

-Time skip to when they got home-

I sighed, taking in the scents around me of my home. It oddly smelt like burnt cookies and muffins, dog, and a bit dusty. The living room was a definite mess, with blankets scattered around it. The kitchen had lots of pans and muffin tins, full of burnt foods and some good ones. 

"Uh.. Sorry about that, I just wanted to surprise you when you got home. It kinda failed.." He rubbed the back of his neck lightly, a hint of shame in his voice. 

I hugged him, "I'm glad that you tried so hard for me, Gep." 

"Of course," he murmured back, tightening his arms around my back. His grip around me was tight but soft, as if he was scared that I'd fall apart at any time, and as if he couldn't really help me. We stood there for a few minutes, our heads resting on each others shoulders, our breathe tingling down our shirts. As we let go, my hands sliding down to my waist, he giggled. I watched as he ran across the room, grabbing a pillow and tossing it towards me.

 "I know you're healing so the best we can do is a pillow fight!" He yelled at me, making me catch the pillow and quickly throw it back to him. We threw many pillows back and forth, neither of us clearly wanting to back down. The sounds of us laughing and pillows hitting our bodies filled the air, pure joy in the atmosphere. After what could've been an hour, he gave in, letting me be triumphant. He sat down on the couch, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and offering part of it to me. I accepted, sitting down on his left side, scooting close to him to keep the warmth and lower our adrenaline. This was a fun first night back.

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Word Count: 647 Words 

A/N: I wrote most of this at 1am, so if it's bad I'm sorry that sleep-deprived me didn't write well enough. I really wanted to just get a chapter for this out soon and felt like I was being a bit mean, making you guys wait more :(     ALSO, thank you guys for over 100 reads. I really appreciate it and it makes me so happy. I hope you all have a wonderful week.