Glass Hearts - Chapter Four

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(This story is lowkey rated 12+ ngl) Logan 12:47 - Thursday, November 13 Today has not gone how I've expected. I did not expect to have a sobbing boy in my arms. Nor for him to appear to be having a panic attack. As soon as he stumbled out I knew he was in no state to walk. He pretty much collapsed into my arms, hands gripping at me tightly as his arms squeezed the life out of me. Tears stained his cheeks and his breathing was extremely shallow. I have no idea what happened, but I know that Soran Vale is *not* a crier. "Shhh... it's alright. I've got you. You're safe," I murmur, which seems to have worked. Thank God because I was not about to walk out in the hallway and leave him here. I may be a jock, but I'm not a jerk. His breathing is slightly more steady, so that's good. Carefully, I manage to lead him to the wall, letting his back hit it and slide down until we're both sitting on the crusty bathroom floor. His head is on my shoulder and tears are pouring out of his eyes. I keep whispering comforting words to him, which works extremely well. I have no idea what's got him so worked up, but it's best if I don't ask right now. Or ever. Eventually, he managed to wear himself down to where he passed out. He's actually kinda pretty---eyeliner all smudged, piercings glinting softly in the fluorescent light, his soft breathing, face all sof--wait, what am I thinking? I'm not *gay*, am I? No, there's no way I'm gay. A soft look disgust coats my face, causing a weird taste on my tongue. There's no way *I* could be gay. Absolutely not. Never in a million years. Geez, I need to get a grip. But....he looks so peaceful.. No, I like women. Girls. Females. ...but his sleeping face.. I can't do it right now. I can't. He looks so...peaceful, so beautiful. My line of sight drags down to his lips. They look so....plush, so kissable... No. Get it together. I'm a straight man, not some homosexual like the guy on my shoulder. ...But why didn't I feel bad when she went missing....? Why didn't I get more upset...? I don't understand. I can't possibly be gay, could I? I'm not sure how much time has passed, but I eventually hear the bell ring, which in turn wakes Soran up. Tch, now I can't see his sleeping face anymore... That's such a homosexual thought though. Get it together, Logan. "Ughhh....Logan-? What happened? Why am I on the floor? Why am I..laying on your shoulder-?!" I hear from beside me, his voice all groggy from sleep. God, even *that's* attractive. I need to stop acting like such a homosexual, Jesus!! "You were having a panic attack in the stall, and I stumbled upon you while taking a p1$$. You were shaking pretty badly so I sat down with you," I mumble out, my face reddening as I realize my arm is snaked around his shoulders. "Oh..." he replies, more to the air than me. We sit in an awkward silence until footsteps fill the halls. Then he stands up, brushing the dust off his butt. I follow in suit, walking over to the mirror to see how bad I look. My hair is just a bit ruffled, but it honestly looks better like this. My face, however... It's not doing so hot. Or rather, it's doing *too* hot. I look like I just came out of a heated make out session with Emily. Not that she's around to do so, anyways. There's a soft sigh from beside me, probably Soran realizing he looks terrible with his smudged eyeliner. But he doesn't really look that bad. Just a few rivets of tear stains. If he wiped those away he'd be fine. He is fine. What thought just came to my head. I'm not a homosexual. I'm not a homosexual. I'm not a homosexual. I'm not a homo- f(nah)k he's hot....I might be a homosexual. He looks so good, all focused in the mirror, hair pulled back. I wonder what he'd look like all sprawled out underneath me.... WHAT. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?! LOGAN, GET IT TOGETHER!! Jesus. I have no idea how long I've been staring, but my face is entirely red now. Great. I quickly rinse it off with cold water and walk out, leaving Soran alone in there. There's no way I could be a gay....right?