Freaking Out
By Mailreaper and Hitsugaya
Rating: PG -13 to R
Warnings: If you don’t like “gay love” as it’s called, leave. There’s violence, some emotional trauma, angst, and a bit of swearing. Enjoy your stay for the daring ones.
Disclaimer: All characters and story settings come out of our minds. We don’t use other people’s materials. HAHA. So we own both, and all of the characters that appear in this story.
Summary: “What the fuck was I even THINKING when I brought this kid into my life?! We’re going to DIE now if I don’t come up with something. Stupid stupid STUPID!”
Beta: Mailreaper

Chapter 1


With a slight slump of shoulders and a hard expression crossing his face, Ty pulled his backpack over his shoulder. The worn out piece of bound fabric looked like it would rip apart at any second, but Ty didn’t care. First day of school in this new town. What a joy. Ty wanted to just crawl in a hole and stay away from school, but what choice did he have? None. None at all. He stood in front of the mirror to fix his hair, only realizing he wasn’t even looking at himself a few minutes later. He sighed heavily, glaring at the image of the other figure in the mirror. “Could you for once move so I could fix my hair?”

Drake chuckled through the mirror, staring at the other boy nonchalantly. “I can’t.” Ty scoffed lightly. This wasn’t helping his mood much. He just wanted him to move, or leave, or go away. Forever. But that wasn’t happening, so he quickly flattened his hair as best as possible and hoped for the worst. “Going to enjoy school?” Drake smirked. Ty looked back at the other in the mirror.

“No. Don’t you DARE screw this up for me. I’m tired as it is anyway. You have no business in school,” Drake only shrugged through the mirror, grinning viciously. “Of course.” Ty couldn’t help but scowl lightly, and got moved away from the mirror so he didn’t have to stare at his freaky second personality. He didn’t want to have to deal with him today, or any other day in that case. Scratching at his neck lightly, Ty left the room and walked down the stairs to his front door. He didn’t even bother locking it, no one would dare walk anywhere near the broken down house he lived in.

It was a trash heap house, no wonder he was able to buy it for about 1,000 dollars. Not a bad deal, he needed the cash. Ty stalked over to his car, the only good looking thing he seemed to own. He slipped into it, putting the keys into the ignition and starting it up. Pulling of his backpack and setting it in the seat next to him, Ty moved out of the driveway and headed for the high school. It wasn’t far, just a 10 minute drive and he was early. He just wanted to get himself out of that house, not feeling in the mood to be sitting around there. Ty chewed on his glove lightly, nervousness finally getting to him. What if he was beat up on his first day at school? That wasn’t a good thought. He flinched lightly as he nearly slammed the car into a fire hydrant. Expensive car… paranoia. Ty eased up on the gas, his stress getting to his driving as well. With little to no thought after that, Ty drove smoothly to the school parking lot, parking in one of the many open spots. Not many people seemed to drive. Or so it seemed.

Ty pulled his pack on to his back and stepped out of the car, pocketing his keys. He locked the car silently, heading for the main entrance of the school. This was it. He was going to be new and unknown in this alien school. Oh boy, fun fun. The school itself wasn’t as run down, it was fairly new looking. With a red brick exterior the school was massive. Ty wondered if he’d get someone to lead him around, or if the school authorities would just let him get lost. He swallowed hard, shifting on his feet slightly before a few people passed by him, eyeing him strangely. Unwanted attention. Ty quickly moved up the steps and into the school, wondering what would become of him now.

Dib was, at the time, searching through his horrible mess of a locker for his writing concepts book. I hate my life. He thought, as he grabbed the book. Writing Concepts was one of two of the serious classes he was taking. The other two were bullshit classes just to get through credits to graduate. Sociology, World History, and Chemistry. A new kid was coming today, he had heard rumors. Not many new people ever came to their area, so it was big news around the school. “I don’t want him near me.” Dib muttered with disdain under his breath. Finally able to dig out all of his crap, he slammed his locker shut and turned around. “Who the hell…?” Some random person with beyond strange clothes was walking through the front door. He was extremely skinny, and wearing stripes didn’t help that out. Maybe it was his messy hair, which was held down by a head band, that made him look like a serial murderer… but it was mostly his apathetic and sadistic look that sent a shiver down Dib’s spin.

“Whatever. As long as he’s not in any of my classes.” Dib walked deliberately to his class, not giving the new kid another thought.

Class was, of course, boring. Considering all the teacher did was talk about what he already knew. An hour or so into class, the same new kid slumped into the room. All eyes turned to him as the door slammed shut.

“Oh fuck!” Dib muttered ever so quietly, curiously at the same time as the new kid.

“Everybody, class, this is the new appendage to the student body, Ty.” The teacher had announced oh so obviously.

Ty had spent a good hour finding his classes. The teacher’s at the school were no help. He had finally trudged to the classroom he was looking for, only to find everyone staring at him, their eyes boring holes into his head, Ty swearing lightly only to have it echoed by a boy with bright white hair. Ty paid him no mind, feeling slightly foolish as he nervously rolled back his shoulders. What a nice day. Ty coughed lightly into his hand, sitting down in the only available desk in the class. It was oddly behind the white headed teen. Ty flicked his eyes over him for a few seconds, noticing eye color, earring, and some small, not needed details.

With that, he just slumped in his chair, pushing his backpack to the floor and crossing his arms silently. Unneeded attention.

Dib decided he wanted to burn the desk behind him, but sadly, he wasn’t a pyro. Instead, he waited for the last half hour of class to pass. When the bell rang, he bolted out of the room, his muscles whining from being so tense. Once he rounded the corner in the hallway, he heaved a massive sigh. This new kid Ty was going to drive him crazy. Ten minutes until the next bell, until his next class. Dib ignored people as he always did and headed for the lunchroom to get his fat-free chips and water. They never cost him much, not that he cared, and they kept him in the shape he was in. He stored them into his backpack, disappearing into a crowd of other teenagers to get to his Sociology class room. No way! Thought’s began swirling in Dib’s white helmet of hair. Again with that kid! He’s virtually everywhere! Dib sat at the back of the class, where conveniently enough, had the only chair available for the new guy right next to his own desk. Dib set his backpack down on the floor next to his desk, not even paying attention to the teacher as he ran his green eyes over Ty’s slim frame. His stomach growled. Dib whipped out his chips and began eating.

“Class, we will be working in our groups today. Dib and Ty, become friends and deal with each other because you two are partners now.” The teacher had been very cross about it. Dib never had a partner in the class because of the shortage of people, but it never really mattered to him. He liked being alone. Dib and Ty made eye contact, Dib wanting to set the world on fire. “Dib, fill him in.” The teacher pointed to Ty.

Dib sighed and began to talk. “So basically, we’re doing this project where we have to go to each other’s houses and see how the other lives. We’re not going to my house. But just so you know, I live alone. I don’t like people…” his voice teetered off and soon became a mindless whisper.

Ty eyed the boy named Dib. Why was he EVERYWHERE? With a slight nod and no eye contact, he played around with the end of his pen. This kid was going to go insane with him as a partner. Ty smirked lightly, and finally looked up at Dib.

“My house, eh? Well if insisted. But I advise you not to be as excited as you are.” Ty flicked his hair out of his face, chewing at the pen cap. Of course the sarcasm was apparent in his voice, yes? Ty eyed the chips the other was eating. They had food at this school? Wow, that was unexpected.

At that second it dawned on him. To their HOUSES? No no no. His eyes widened slightly, and he stared at the other before looking at the teacher, who was preoccupied with a sticky note on his desk. Ty looked back at Dib.

“My house is not a good idea to go to. Sorry, we’ll have to go to yours even if you wish not to.” Ty coughed lightly into his hand, wondering how his seemingly odd behavior was conveyed to the other.

Dib furrowed his eyebrows. “Why not? It’s for the class and I don’t want to fail.” Dib felt his annoyance building up in him. This guy was really going to destroy his perfect, quiet ways. He liked the solitude. “Just deal with it, it’s probably not as bad as mine.”

Ty scoffed lightly. “Well then you should have nothing to worry about if it’s as bad as mine, and YOU should ALSO have to deal with it.” He crossed his arms stubbornly, narrowing his eyes. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ty made it a point not to answer the boy’s first question. Ignorance to the truth is bliss, thought blindness at the same time.

“Well you don’t have to talk back to me. I don’t care what skeletons you have in your closet.” Dib rolled his eyes. Ty was horrible already. “Yeah, well fine. If it makes you feel any better, we’ll go to my house first.”

Ty’s mouth fell open. How did he-?! He gaped, and turned to glare holes into his head his head, switching from himself into Drake suddenly. Drake wished he had heat vision. He moved closer to Dib, continuing his glare. “The man deserved it. And very well said, good choice.” Ty suddenly flicked back into consciousness. He found himself inches from Dib’s face, his eyes furrowed in a deep glare. Fuck.

Dib raised an eyebrow, his body stilled in a state of shock, petrified by Ty’s closeness and words. “’Deserved… it…’..?” What am I getting into?! Someone save me! Dib came to his senses and pushed the creepy teenager away. This was going to be the worst project of his entire life.

Ty scooted away at the push, pretty grateful. Drake! That bastard. Ty noted the fear in the other and rolled his eyes. He wanted to crawl into a hole. A deep, deep hole. Ty scratched his forehead. “Yeah.. I didn’t say anything. It doesn’t matter.” He pulled at his gloves. This day wasn’t going to well. Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut?

“Kay, fine, just don’t get so close anymore. I can’t stand human contact. So gross in everything that is done.” Dib moved a few inches away from Ty in his seat. He wanted to question the boy’s denial, but decided not to, to stay safe.

Ty pulled off his glove to stare at the bone thin hand for a few seconds and then looked up at Dib. He had agreed so quickly, it was almost traumatizing. Ty always expected some form of conflict from people. “You hate human contact and find it sickening, while you, yourself, are a human being.” Ty rubbed his knuckle against his cheek. “How hypocritical. But none the less, whatever you say. I don’t feel like touching your filthy skin anyway.” With that, Ty turned back around in his seat, finding the pen he had been chewing on more interesting suddenly. He pulled the glove back on, the warmth heating his cold, clammy skin.

Dib turned as quickly as he could away from Ty once the other had stopped paying him any attention, the chips in his hands were suddenly incredible. There were 45 more minutes of hell to sit through, sitting next to a person who seemed like he would kill him in any second. For once, Dib decided to actually pay attention in class, his paranoia over Ty dissipating from his mind for a little while.

The classes ended up being boring. Extremely boring. Ty felt like he would chew his pen cap in half. He decided to mess around with Dib, since he was so freaked out by Ty in the first place. He pulled out a notebook from his backpack, being rather quiet about it so he didn’t catch anyone’s attention. The teacher’s chalk made a loud screech in the board, Ty shivering at the sound. Opening the notebook, Ty made sure no one was watching him, he wrote a quick note. Hello Dib. He smirked at the harmless message, his near perfect, what looked like computer text, handwriting staring back at him from the page. He tore the page out of the notebook as quietly as he possibly could, doing it while the teacher was saying something about hygiene in a house being important. Ty folded the note into fourths, and threw it on Dib’s desk.

As if the class wouldn’t get any worse, a note landed on Dib’s desk. He glanced quickly at Ty, noticing he was just sitting there like everyone else, paying no mind to Dib. He opened the note slowly. Hello Dib was scrawled in very impressive handwriting on the page. He began to hyperventilate quietly, one of the kids on his immediate left staring at him oddly. Ty was screwing around with his mind, that was all. Dib tried to calm himself down before even thinking about responding.

Ty flipped his pen, averting his attention from the teacher back at Dib, who seemed to be taking years to respond. Oh of course, he was freaking out again. What a bore. Ty would be stuck with him for a project and he was deathly afraid of him. Damn. He looked over the Dib again. “I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you’re thinking.” He had whispered it, almost to the point that it was inaudible. Ty didn’t know if he was saying it to himself or to Dib, but either way, it didn’t exactly matter. He didn’t kill people, that was Drake.

Dib’s mind was basically on fire. He had heard Ty’s muttered whisper but didn’t understand what he had said at all. He picked up his pen, which was specifically made for lefties, and wrote back. Hi, Ty… what do you want? Silently, he was pleased with himself, he hoped he didn’t show any fear. That would suck horribly; he didn’t want to seem afraid in front of this… crazy person. Or whatever he was.

Ty took the note from Dib and read it, noticing the fear in Dib’s expression and in the few words scrawled on the page. He sighed slightly. This “partnership” wasn’t going to work if the kid was so… afraid. What a waste. Ty looked up at the teacher’s rambling session, making sure they had not already been found out, and wrote back. Your afraid of me like everyone else I’ve ever met. The people at this school don’t know me yet, so they don’t care. Is that really necessary? What a stupid reason to write a note. He was suddenly displeased, wanting to scribble that out, but he didn’t. Instead, he wrote right under it. And I like your hair. Wow, how screwed up that was. He passed the note back to Dib, noticing a glance or two from the students in front of them. Ty shrugged at them, and they turned around again.

Dib read the note and involuntarily brought in a sharp intake of breath. He furrowed his eyebrows in a strange feeling of anger and confusion at himself. Ty was such a weirdo. I guess you could say ‘afraid’…? But not extremely. Oh shit, the second part. Thanks, it’s naturally like that. He chucked the note back, ignoring the other students staring at them. Ty was a confusion person. Dib didn’t like him very much.

The note landed on Ty’s hand. He picked at it, before finally opening it. Haha, could say he was afraid..? More like ARE afraid. It doesn’t seem like it. Since we’re partners in this WONDERFUL project now, I’m just trying to be friendly. His writing still looked like he had typed it. Dib’s handwriting under his made looked horrible when you would compare. Ty tried to write as horribly as he possibly could. Just don’t try to like me too much. The sarcasm was screaming off of the page. Ty’s attempt at chicken scrawl failed horribly, it still looked neat. Ty folded the paper and threw it back to Dib.

“Don’t try to like-“ Dib scoffed with huge annoyance. Beyond annoyed, he stared at the page. I dislike your sarcasm. So, let’s be acquaintances. I don’t want to be anymore than that. He set the note down on Ty’s desk as he stood up to go get a tissue. His nose was irritating him. He passed by the teacher quietly, who eyed him suspiciously until he got the tissue. The teacher went back to the lecture.

Ty smirked at the page. Acquaintances were even further then he had expected. But it worked  well. He snickered lightly. Sarcasm was the god of his world it seemed. He used it a lot more then he himself liked. Without fail, agreed. He tapped the pen against his lip. What now? Ty looked up at the teacher. He was still talking random stuff about cleaning the curtains. Since the coast was still clear, Ty looked back at the paper. Dib wasn’t one to chat, as he had plainly guessed, and neither was he, not really. I’ll be completely blunt then. This project is going to suck to do together. You hate me, I could care less about you. Acquaintances, friends, enemies, boyfriends, whatever. He practically threw the note at the desk as Dib sat down from his tissue break.

Dib opened up the note quietly. He had to reread the last sentence several times, his expression becoming more and more horrified. He stared at Ty, who still seemed to be paying very close attention to the lecture before deciding to respond, Boyfriends?! I’m not sure that’s possible. At all. I hate people. Except for you I guess. Because for reasons, as mean as this conversation has been, you’re actually being really nice. I hope your PROUD of yourself. Feeling extremely annoyed with himself, for being so corny, and Ty, for making him even think anything close to that, he threw the not back at him. But his angle was off, and the note landed on the floor. Dib blushed in idiocy and held his face in his hand. No one looked over.

Ty groaned when the note fell on the floor between their desks, wanting to laugh at Dib’s reaction. He leaned over in his chair to retrieve it, but he forgot one dire detail. The chairs had wheels. The chair swerved out from underneath him as he leaned, and with a load gasp, Ty fell forward, clinging to Dib by accident and pulling him to the floor. The load snap from his wrist brought him out of his surprised state and into a sea of burning pain. His nerves sent shots of it to his brain and back, his vision dizzying from the intensity. “Fucking shit! Ow Ow!” He wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying, trying desperately to get the pain to stop by pulling his wrist out from underneath himself, succeeding only to find that is was bleeding pretty badly. The entire class had turned around to stare at them at this point, wondering what exactly had happened. The streams of curses made them stare in even more shock. Ty barely even noticed how tightly he was gripping onto Dib’s arm. Ty tried to find the problem in his haze, where the limb was bleeding and broken. He noticed his bone was jabbing out of the skin and glove, not too much, but enough to be seen, on the pinky side of his left hand. He groaned lightly afterward, his nerves tingling. “Damnit…”

Dib’s head was spinning from the sudden vertigo. His hands felt something cold, so did his forearm. He looked down at Ty, who he was getting ready to scream at, only to realize how ghastly white his face was. Almost as white as his own hair, actually. Dib looked down and noticed his shirt had small spots of blood on it. Red against white. He felt Ty’s fingers slowly release his arm. He suddenly realized, a little bit of a late reaction, that he was basically on top of Ty, nearly straddling the other. His knees had taken the entire impact and felt broken, maybe bruised. “Shit! FUCK MY LIFE!”

“Cease the bad language and get the HELL out of my class and go to the nurse!” The teacher, whose name was Mr. Zulu, roared at the two. Ty noticed how contradicting he had been, even through his haze. He had sworn when he himself had said to cease the bad language. Funny.

Ty had let go of Dib’s arm, in too much agonizing pain to say anything, although I did hear quite clearly, more acute then normal. He pushed Dib up onto his feet, not paying much attention to how ferocious teacher can actually get. Ty grabbed onto the side of the desk, holding onto the note in his good hand, storing it in his pocket. He pulled himself off of the floor, feeling dizzy from blood loss of just the impact. Dib seemed to be tipping on his own two feet. Maybe he hurt his knees in some way? Ty grabbed onto Dib with his good hand, ignoring the many random giggles from weird girls, and kept them both steady as he dragged them both out of the room. Once out in the hallway, Ty let a small cursing fit wash over him, pain overcoming his common sense. Once he finished, he stared at nothing in general besides the floor he walked on. “Sorry… m-my bad.” His voice was even more pained choked and pitiful then he expected, common sense still overwhelmed, he continued supporting Dib, barely supporting himself anymore.

When the throbbing pain in Dib’s knees was interrupted by a semi-silent Ty’s apology, he had no answer. Be sarcastic and angry? Be serious? Or both? He went with the latter. “Heh. No it’s fine, really. I mean, the floor isn’t that bad.” He winced when Ty released his arm as his support. It seemed that Ty was struck by the words. Was there too much sarcasm in his last comment? He didn’t think so. He leaned up against a locker for the new support before he fell down on his face.

Ty hissed at the sarcasm, letting go of Dib in the process only for him to lean against a locker. “I was being sincere…” he managed to choke out the response, trying to get his thoughts cleared from the haziness he saw everything in. Ty reached down and quickly ripped off his glove before it drove him even more insane then he already was. The pain of the rubbing fabric was the only thing perfectly clear to his nerves and brain. He let out a yelp from the pain, staring at the white beneath torn, bleeding skin. He had seen worse, but not on himself. It was sickening.

“As was I..” Dib watched the horror of what was Ty’s hand unfold before his eyes. He didn’t mind the gore until he saw the bone poking out through skin. “Acceptance especially…” he whispered truthfully. He suddenly realized Ty did not shed a single tear. That was strange. It was such a horrible injury. “Do you want some Tylenol or something?” Dib was a little grossed out.

Ty snickered at that, flinching as he moved his arm in any way. “Tylenol? Pfft… I’d rather not take anything at all. It would interfere with my other…- uh, nothing.” Ty stared at his bloody limb. Disgusting. He couldn’t feel his fingers at all. His joint must have been blocking the tendons movements. The pain was shooting through it though, much too obviously.

“Other what? I’m curious.” Dib raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.” Dib had already said that before to Ty. It ended up spiraling into what events were happening now, but Dib didn’t care about that very much. He was too curious.

Ty tried not to laugh in the black humor and irony of it all. Not as bad as he thought. Dib had already told him that. Why did the boy have to repeat himself in the worse possible places to say such things? “Ignorance is bliss.” He was trying to brush off the subject. Maybe Dib would forget he said anything. He has also already thought this phrase to something else Dib had said. Why did it feel like their conversations were repeating, but with different situations and things being said?

“Okay. Whatever. But blindness is idiocy. But whatever tickles your fancy.” Dib muttered. He had to agree to the guy if he wanted to be oh so stubborn about it.

“Fine, fine! My other meds. Ok, you know, now your not an idiot.” Ty sneered it lightly. Dib was starting to annoy him, even through the pain he felt it, his annoyance. He always had to agree instead of fight back. What a bore. What a stupid idea it was to say the truth thought. His tongue felt dirty, soiled. He was almost forced to tell the truth because of Dib's stupid agree-ance.

“Yeah. Thank you. Just don’t eat any grapefruit. They’re even worse.” Dib said truthfully, as he smiled. Grapefruit cancelled out the effects of any medications. Dib didn’t know if Ty knew that, so he just had to let him know.

Ty smiled at that. Off course he knew that. The doctor had told him that a long time ago. A long, long time ago. He couldn’t help but comment back though. “Then I’ll go home and gorge down some grapefruit, in the end killing myself. Don’t have to suffer after that…” his mind was still hazy. Oh how he hated insult to injury. But Ty didn’t know if he meant what he said or if he was really just kidding around. How strange. He stepped around a chewed piece of gum sticking to the floor. People really were nasty.

Dib stared weakly at the strange person walking next him. His eyes turned sad. “Why kill yourself? It’s as thought life doesn’t matter, huh?” He was completely unable to hide his anger. Suicide was so selfish. “People may think I’m emo, but suicide is just so stupid and anyone who thinks about it should go see a doctor of some sort.” With those words, he turned away and looked everywhere except for at Ty. He was wondering how Ty would respond to that.

Ty couldn’t help but smile at that. It was so true. “I’ve seen 17 psychiatrists, 8 doctors, been to 3 asylums and 2 mental hospitals. Attempted suicide 7 times almost died twice.” He sighed lightly before continuing. “I understand how you feel about it.” The walk was tense now it seemed. Ty didn’t understand why he was telling Dib this. He didn’t need to know, he didn’t exactly care.

Dib gapped at the person who had seemed a bit sadistic, but actually somewhat okay and realized that he might actually want to kill him. “You’re.. uh… clinically insane? And why’s your life so bad?” he said the words lightly as to not provoke and give Ty a reason to kill him. It was odd fearing the other.

Ty forced a smirk on his face, not knowing if he should cry or laugh it off. How did he know why his life was so bad?! How could he figure that out for even himself? He wanted to know why too. His eyes didn’t care either way, they betrayed him, and he started tearing up. Why? Why was he feeling so upset about it? He didn’t need to know… but.. Another person he was finally getting to know, at least a little in the short period of time, a person he was able to annoy… was afraid of him. So, so afraid. What did he expect though? His response was choked up again, his brain going crazy trying to figure stuff out. “I wont hurt you. I’m not clinically insane. I’m just… horribly misunderstood. My life… ha… you’d want to leave me alone even more if you knew.” The tears had finally fallen. How stupid. His life was scary, but he wanted to know why it turned out the way it did. He was cry for that, and for another loss it seemed.

Dib barely expected him to cry. He didn’t know what to do. Touching him would more then likely bother him. So instead, he attempted to be civil. “Don’t cry. I’m not one to talk about horrible lives so even if you told me it wouldn’t bother me at all. Besides, being insane isn’t that bad, just look at me.” He chuckled and gently patted Ty’s shoulder. Even that touch was a bit foreign to even himself. He hadn’t touched anybody in so long, or allowed anyone else to touch him, that it was strange.

Ty choked up lightly and stopped walking at the touch. Being insane wasn’t so..-?! Ty couldn’t believe Dib had even said something close to that. “I’m not afraid of saying it.” His voice sounded like he was crying. He wanted to sound stronger. Crap. “I’ve never been cared about in my life. And when someone did care and they wondered about me, I’d tell them. And then I’d be alone again.” He looked up at Dib again. Ty grabbed his broken wrist and snapped it back into place without flinching, although his nerves and tendons protested under the skin. Blood started gushing again, dripping on the floor. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. You don’t even like me.”

Dib hardly noticed how gory Ty could be when he unbroken his wrist. “That’s because people would like to stay blind to the indigenous feeble life forms who don’t give a rat’s ass about anything in life like us.” He, too, stopped walking when Ty had, but now he was using the locker, again, to keep him supported. The entire walk he had been leaning just barely against the lockers. Now he needed them fully.

“Don’t cry.” Dib smiled nicely for the first time at anybody in a long time. “I’m sure you’ll get through it Ty.” He stomped his foot to get his knees from no longer hurting and sent a spindle of pain up his leg and through his entire body. What a horrible idea that had been.

Ty stared at Dib for a long while. He was right… but in a strange way wrong as well. He didn’t know his reasons. Ty couldn’t stop his crying, but now it seemed it was just flowing from the extreme pain he felt. His tendons were rubbed raw from all of this bone movement. It made him feel disgusted. “Yeah…” he had whispered it. “Eventually I’ll just end up dead in my house.” He smiled back at the boy. It was a nice thought. The sudden dizziness he felt wasn’t helping out with the dieing in his house sentence. It all just added up to the cloudiness in his head. He hadn’t been thinking completely straight this entire time. He gripped onto the other’s shoulder with his broken hand, holding himself up. The blood loss was getting to him, and onto Dib’s shirt.

Dib slumped slightly under Ty’s weight and held him up as best as he could. “Don’t die. You’re being melodramatic and I think you should stop.” Dib noticed Ty’s inability to stand straight, grabbing onto him a bit more. “But right now I think I should take you to the nurse. You LOOK like your dying.” What a bad joke.

Ty clicked his tongue lightly. “Melodramatic should be my middle name then…” he managed to crock that out before he completely passed out. His hand slipped off of Dib’s shoulder, only to leave more of a blood soaked hand mark. He had wanted to say more, that he hadn’t been kidding around, but he’d have to get to that later when he wasn’t about to land on the cold, hard floor.

Dib managed to barely catch Ty on his way down. And, of coarse, his knees couldn’t handle it so he went down with him. “Shit! God damnit Ty!” It  took Dib a bit, but he was able to hold Ty bridal style and bring him to the nurse before class ended. Otherwise that would have been bad for the both of them.