Weak Hero Fanfic

Ben x Gray (continued)

WELL, i haven't been writing much of this lately cause school is stupid and i have to participate if i want to pass.... BUT IM WRITING AGAIN!! I have to say I'm amazed about how many people are reading this. it might not seem like a lot but last i checked i had 111 views. so THANK YOU FOR READING!!! making my day! okie here's the story, what you're here for.

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Bens POV

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I felt something melt in my chest. It looked like he smiles. Not a lot, but still. Progress. It was quiet after he left, which was shocking. He was the quiet one, not us.

"S-so I'm not the only one who saw that he kinda smiled, right?" Eugene broke the silence

"Yeah. It's not what I was expecting. Gray Yeon smiling..." Alex said trailing off, eyes going to the door. "Well, Ben, that was directed at you."

"Wh-what?! No way! That couldn't have been just me!"

"I think it was," Rowan cut in, raising an eyebrow at me.

I shut up after that. I didn't know what to say. It's not every day when you start questioning your sexuality after you start having feelings for a guy who could probably kick the crap out of me if he really wanted to. Well, maybe. He has a cute smile I thought to myself, feeling my cheeks heat up.

A loud snap and Gogo yelling brought me back to reality. Gerard just won. I was too lost in my thoughts to care. The game was paid for and we all left, splitting ways.

When I got home, I was greeted by my family, who quickly sent me to my room to get well-deserved rest. It was only 5 in the afternoon, but I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.

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Grays POV

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I rushed home. My mind was racing a mile a minute and my head was throbbing in pain. I needed to look over my notes. Thoughts of my lost friend were slipping past my defense. I couldn't stop it. It hurt every time I thought of him. It was my fault he got hurt, my fault he fell from the roof, my fault he was comatose.

I picked up my pace. I couldn't take it. Before I was ready to be I was home. I quickly unlocked the door, slipped in, and shut it. Throwing my bag onto the couch and slipping my feet out of my shoes, leaving them on the floor, I went to my room, changed into a pair of joggers and a white t-shirt, both covered in paint, and went to the empty easel, but not before putting in my earbuds and blaring a random playlist. 

My pencil glided over the canvas, forming a picture, a dream, a new world, a memory. I pulled out my paints and carefully added color. A sky of blue, with dashes of white, stars. The silhouette of a tree on a growing hill. And most importantly two boys, walking up the hill. A smaller silhouette holding the hand of a larger one, as if he was pulling him up the hill. I continued to apply details, shadowing, and highlights. My phone had been buzzing in my pocket for a while now. I was done with my painting, I guess I could 'talk.' 

The group chat had been very busy. I hadn't realized it, but it was nearly ten. I had got home at 4:45.

Alex: i think Ben died

Gerard: why would you say that?

Alex: he hasnt been responding to anything for the past 5ish hours

Eugene: im sure hes fine 

Rowan: yea hes prolly good

That was all I had bothered to read. I wasn't going back far enough to read what I had missed

Gray: Have any of you considered that he's asleep. He was up all night last night.

Alex: oh yea. what have you been doing? your clearly awake, but you havent been responding

I could tell them. No one really knew that I liked to draw and paint. I didn't really know if I should or not. Might as well, I could try and trust someone. 

Gray: Painting.

Gerard: whatchu paint?

Gray: You do realize that 'whatchu' is not a word? And just something that came to mind. 

Rowan: show us!

Gray: No. 

Alex: what? why not?

Gray: No one has ever seen any of my work before. No one has ever bothered with it. Besides some of it is personal.

Gerard: is this one

Gray: ...

Gray: I don't really know.

Eugene: if you don't know then could you show us?

They were intrigued. They were interested. No one had ever seen any of my paintings. No one but Stephen. I guess I could show them. I walked over to the painting and took a picture. The paint had begun to dry, but you could still see the parts that were still wet.

Gray: 1 image

Gray: Happy now?

Gerard:😲 damn

Alex:😲 holy shit!

Eugene:😲 

Rowan:😲 wow

Gray: What?

Alex: WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO PAINT LIKE THAT?!?!

Gray: I read some things about it in a book. When I was younger I liked to draw a lot. I got better at it. I was drawing things that looked more like black and white pictures at the age of seven. I started painting when I was eight. I've been doing this for over nine years. You learn a couple of things after a while.

Gerard: dude that's amazing. 

Eugene: looks like something a photographer took

Rowan: that belongs in an art museum

Ben: daaaaaaaaaaamn

Alex: ikr?! and where the fuck have you been?

Ben: sleeping

Gray: What did I say? That's what I should be doing.

I turned off my phone and put it in my room. I was covered in paint. I could feel it on my cheek. To check colors I paint on my arms, so they were covered in blue and gray and white and other nighttime colors. I showered quickly changing into something similar to what I just had on, minus the paint. It felt weird, showing them that painting. It was something I had done with Stephen. Something no one but us knew about. And I just shared it with them. They didn't know about Stephen, but still. 

I crawled into my bed, hugging a pillow, and curling into a ball. I was so tired, but I knew I would hardly sleep. I felt, for the first time in ages, happy. I could feel myself smile as I drifted off into a state of peace.

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That was fun to write. In this Gray can paint because it's something I wish I could do. I can doodle and sketch (not well but still) but being able to paint and blend and create something is something I wish I could do. 

I'm gonna have a lot of time to write as I live with someone who has Rona, so I'm quarantined! 

I hope you enjoyed reading this.

Thanks for reading this ya'll😊