Hold My Hand, Please

Hold My Hand, Please

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Elliot, a boy who was really invested in his music, never really talking with any people except his friends. Nate, too into drawing, ignoring the world around his own. With time, a friendship blossoms, soon more (This is a crap description) I got a random burst of inspiration to write something like this. I apologize if it sucks.
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Adrian nudged Elliot with his knee, just enough to break the silence between them. "You're staring again," he said, not quite looking at him in the eyes. Elliot didn't deny it. "Can't help it." Adrian shook his head, biting back a smile. "Stop." "I'm not doing anything." "You're doing everything," Adrian muttered, cheeks warm. Elliot chuckled under his breath, eyes still on him. "You get like this every time I look at you?" "No," Adrian covered his face with one hand. "Shut up." "I'm just asking." "You're not allowed to look at me like, it throws me off." Elliot leaned a little closer. "That defeats the purpose." Adrian groaned quietly. But he didn't move away. [bxb] TW: Verbal and physical abuse, graphic scenes, violence and suicide.

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