A Little Therapy

Surprisingly and much to the other’s pleasure, Kellin didn’t ask any questions when he stumbled in at 6AM and stared at the two spooning. Instead, he shoved them awake and went to start on breakfast. The boy with hair the colour of a summer’s night blinked awkwardly at the other and retained shaky eye contact before grabbing random clothes from random drawers and silently getting ready in designated rooms. Alex didn’t speak and neither did Jack, that was the way it stayed as they made their way through a plate full of Kellin-made burnt bacon and undercooked beans.

“Let’s ditch,” The charcoal haired boy suggested, between his lips the same self-rolled cigarette with a different packaging that he always had. It was his best friend, the younger wasn’t surprised either, when you are a boy with many friends and even more fake ones, it seemed your best friend would always be your enemy. “I’m serious, all three of us, go somewhere nice for the day… get out of this fucking town,” He cursed violently, eyes flashing wildly from the stained pupils of an addict.

“Sure,” Of course to Alex this was no big deal, the boy with orbs like milky caramel coffee had done this many times, had a record of doing so. But to Jack…this could be where his parents really started hating him. In the end, he thought bitterly, they are going to hate me, because of what I am, what I did…I guess now what I do. So he looked up with all the seriousness of a middle aged man, and nodded solemnly in silent agreement. The others didn’t argue, they didn’t ask questions, and perhaps that was what he valued above all of the two. They knew when something was wrong, and they didn’t push it.

The day from there consisted of them not leaving the house, and in any other circumstance, he doubted he wouldn’t have had a million thoughts about what the three of them could do alone in a house. But he was teetering on depression as he closed his eyes and fell asleep with the eyes of the brightest, bluest skies in his mind.

He dreamt of a situation where Kellin’s hips were pressed under his own, and rocking up against his whilst little, tiny and gorgeous moans were escaping his lips. Those eyes of burning azure and cloudy fog were burnt through with the strongest drug of them all; lust and they were staring right into him. The pants and moans descended, and he fell through a wormhole where his hands were interlinked with a hand decorated with a rose. His fingertips traced the tattoo and his lips spoke words drowned by his imagination. Then, there was shouting…and he woke up.

The shouting didn’t stop in his dreams, because when he lazily dragged his eyelids open he was faced by a red-faced Alex Gaskarth going toe-to-toe with his best friend. Their eyes, of immense beauty between them, were glaring and full of spite and hatred. “We agreed we made that bet at the start of this year!” came from the boy born just outside of London, as he shoved at the American made other.

“I grew out of bets Lex, and this is more important, I need to have him, have you seen him? Have you looked at him, really? Because you seemed pretty cosy with him last night,” he shoved the other down onto the bed, a fraction away from Jacks leg. “Look, this is our last year, and he’s pretty, don’t get too Jealous,” It looked to Jack from the misshapen angle of his half-closed eyes, that Alex was trying to remain angry whilst the bets friends argued over some guy. He wasn’t even sure why it didn’t surprise him when Kellin, as if in seemingly random phase, leaned and pressed his lips slowly to the side of Alex’s lips.

‘He doesn’t do love,’ For a second, the younger, soulful eyed boy wondered how many cracks in his heart took the honey haired boy to realise the same advice he’d passed along to him. The two best friends, so comfortable with each other and yet emotionally so far away; no matter how much they were almost brothers, there was a story he was missing. And he was getting half of it from that tiny little kiss.

Stirring and groaning, faking as though he had been asleep this whole time, he watched Kellin back away and Alex crowd further towards him as if gravitated like the moon to the Earth. “Morning, sleeping beauty,” Oh God, flirting, flirting most definitely something he could put up with, very very definitely something he could put up with. He didn’t answer, just reached out to glance at the alarm clock with a groan.

“Still only 9AM? Really?” A huff of air passed Jack’s lips and he buried his face in the pillow, ignoring the laughs that erupted from the others’ throat. “Shut up, lemme sleep,” He whined, flicking the nearest part of the nearest body, and from the light gasp he got and roar of laughter that made him shot awake, it told him he had bad aim. “Did I just-”

“Flick his nipple? Oh God yes,” The three descended into a laughter unlike any other and it was here that Jack realised perhaps Alex had made many sacrifices to be so comfortable around Kellin. But he was about to make the same sacrifices for the both of them.

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