"Why will he come to us?", Susan asked annoyed.

"Because we said so and next time we can go to Brendon for the project", I said standing at the frontdoor of the school.

"I don't like this guy, he really is on his period", Susan said pressing her lips together.

I rolled my eyes sighing and waited for Brendon to come out of the building.

"He is ok, and it's just for a project, calm down Susan", Spencer said next to me.

"Oh come on! He is really annoying! I mean-"

"Who's annoying?"

We turned to the entrance to see the person who interrupted Susan.
Brendon stood there with a confused look on his face.

"Nobody, just some little kids", I immediately said.

"Some little kids?", he asked rising an eyebrow.

"Yeah... uhm, Spencers little cousin", I said scratching my neck nervously.

Brendon chuckled and Spencer just nod. He really has a little cousin and he is annoying. He always screams and runs trough the whole house and when I'm there he always wants me to play with him. That may sound cute at first, but he just jumps around and throws his toys at the walls and even at me.

We started walking except for brendon who stood behind us.

"We can drive, I have a car", he simply said pointing at an old, black car which stood right on the parking lot.

"You can drive?", Susan asked a little bit sceptical.

"Yeah, I do. So will you come?", he asked walking a few steps to his car.

I really didn't want to walk the way home eventhough it wasn't a long way but still. If I can avoid walking I will.
So I nod walking forwards to him.

Susan stayed in her position for a few seconds before giving in with her eyes rolled.

"You owe me something", she whispered while walking next to me.

I sat next to brendon in the passenger seat while Susan and Spencer sat behind us. Gerard and mikey decided to  go to the mall to eat something. I really wanted to go with them but we had to end this project. I saw on Susans face that she also wanted to go but she wanted to box a little bit.

The radio was on and I heard Eminem playing. I smiled to myself because I find it amusing that nobody knew how far he will bring it.

Everyone was quiet while brendon was driving. He was tapping his foot against the ground to the beat and mouthed the lyrics.
Susan just watched the cars drive us by from the window and Spencer drummed his fingers against his knee.

"Where do you said I have to drive now? Right or left?", brendon said after a while when we stopped by the traffic lights.

"Right", I said.

He nod beginning to drive when we saw green. After a few minutes we stood in front of our house.

"So you three live here together?", brendon asked while we went into the building.

"Yes, we do", I answered.

"But, aren't you three still underaged?"

"Susan is 19."

"Really? She doesn't look like 19", he said.
I turned around and looked confused at him.

"What age does she look like for you?"

"Maybe 17?"

"That's just two years younger."

"But still, she looks younger than she is."

I just shook my head slightly and walked over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Spencer already went upstairs to my room.

"She really doesn't like me, does she?", Brendon asked behind me.
I turned around seeing him looking at Susan who just sighed and went to her room.

"She doesn't like people in general", I simply said shrugging.

It was right, Susan really didn't like any kind of people at first but when you once got in her heart she will be your friend forever. But if you break her heart you can already plan your funeral.

"Let's go to my room", I said walking away before brendon could say something.

He followed me looking at all of the decoration in our house. There was a vase I just discovered a few days ago. There is so much in this house I still don't know about. Just yesterday I found out that the fourth room we have on the second floor is a small closet.
Susan put her sports dresses in-

Crash.

I flinched turning around seeing brendon who stood with wide eyes in front of the vase. But the vase wasn't on the table like before.
No.
The vase laid on the floor in many pieces.

"Uhm", brendon said still not moving.

"What the fuck are you doing down there?", Susan asked from above.

"Nothing.... I.... I just tripped over my feet", I said not wanting Susan to come down. She already doesn't like brendon so I think she doesn't want to see the broken vase on the floor.

"Oh.... are you hurt?", she asked but I heard the amused tone in her voice.

"No, no, I'm not hurt."

Susan seemed to be satisfied with this explanation so I turned around looking at brendon who tried to pick up a few pieces of the vase.

"Fuck", he mumbled when a shard cut his finger.

"Brendon, you know that you shouldn't pick this up with your own hands. They're  sharp", I said while watching him.

"Uhm, yeah, you might be right", he said nearly whispering standing up straight and wiping his hands on his trousers off.

"Wait here", I said going into the kitchen searching for a sweeper but I couldn't find it.
This house has to have a sweeper.
Suddenly a drawer opened next to me without even touching it.
I looked in it a bit surprised by finding the sweeper I searched.

Well, that was creepy.

I just went back to Brendon who looked at the blood coming out of his finger. It wasn't just a drop of blood. No, it run down his hand leaving a red line behind it. The image of the car accident came immediately in my mind and I had to look away. Why do I have such a big problem with seeing blood?

"Do you need a plaster?", I asked without looking at him.

"That would be great, where can I wash the blood off?", he asked me.

"The bathroom is down here the door next to the shelf", I answered trying not to look at him but I did for a second seeing the blood already dripping down on his other hand he held under the bleeding one.

I gulped and felt a twist in my stomach.

"You ok?", he asked making my eyes fly over to his face, "you look a little bit pale."

"Uhm, yes, uhm, I'll go bring you a plaster", I said immediately going to the kitchen.

I had no idea where the plasters where. Maybe another drawer will magically open? But before that happened I found them laying on the table.

"Damn, that's a deep cut, is it bad that it won't stop bleeding?", brendon yelled from the bathroom making my knees go a little bit weak.
That was the second time since we're here that I have to see blood.

Why?

"Maybe you should wait, then the bleeding will stop?", I said actually asking.

"Really? Do you want me to bleed out?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not a doctor", I said trying to distract the myself with the water dripping down the water tap.

"Maybe we should go to one", he said, "can you give me a towel or something like that to dry my hand?"

I grabbed an already red towel and gave it to him with closed eyes.

"You don't like seeing blood, don't you?", he asked chuckling.

"No shit, sherlock."

I thought of Cristina and that she could help us.

"Let's go to the hospital but let me clean up the pieces of the vase before we go" I said.

After I cleaned up the mess I told Spencer that we had to go to the hospital.
He wanted to come with us so we all three sat in brendons car.

"I didn't know you can drive", Brendon said behind me.
Spencer sat next to Brendon to look after him. What if he passes out and nobody notices?

"I can", I simply said trying to concentrate on the traffic.

"But why don't you have a car?", he asked.

"How do you know that I don't have a car?"

"You always walk to school and I didn't saw a car at your house."

I had to think of my old car and I really missed it. My old car I got from my dad.

"I prefer walking", I lied making Spencer laugh.

Brendon didn't say anything after that.

When we reached the hospital brendon got checked by a nurse while Spencer and I were waiting.
I hoped to see Cristina here.

"You won't believe what just happened!"

I flinched by hearing Cristinas voice behind me.

"Damn, don't scare me like this again!", I said turning my head to her.

"Sorry, but really! You won't believe it. I just operated someone by myself! It was my first operation I did by myself!", she said grinning.

"No shit, are you serious?", I asked a little bit sceptical. I had to think of a body laying there and Cristina opening it. I gulped not wanting to think of this scenario. I really don't know why Cristina loves this work.

"I am serious. It was an amazing feeling and do you know what?"

"What?"

"The patient is still alive!", she nearly yelled making the other people in the room paying attention to her and giving her weird looks.

"I'm proud of you", Spencer said tapping her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm pretty fabulous", she said standing up straighter and confident.

"So, why are you guys here?", she asked.

"A friend of ours got a cut on his hand", I answered thinking of Brendons hand. I shook my head wanting the image to go away.

"Again? That must be a though time for you, Ryan", she said pressing her lips together, "but I'm proud of you, you didn't passed out once, or did you?"

"No, I didn't."

"Who is it? Gerard? This kid with gerard, I have no clue what his name is? Or Susan again?"

"No, neither of them", I said.

Cristina narrowed her eyes think of other people we could mean.

"That are your only friends", she said.

"He is from our school, Brendon, and we wanted to meet us after school then he broke a vase and got cut by a piece of it."

"Brendon? And he is your friend?", she asked slowly smiling.

"Yes, he is", I said sighing.

"Just a friend?", she asked grinning like an idiot.

"Yeah, just a friend."

"An average-friend? Or a maybe-something-more-friend?" Now she was rising her eyebrows and nudging in my side.

"Don't you have to cut some people open?", I asked annoyed by her.

"I knew it! I already ship it!", she said loudly, "now I have to think of a good ship name... hmmm... I'll think of some."

"Cristina? I need your help with some files, can you come over?", a women, probably also a doctor, with blonde hair asked.

"I have to go", she said to us before walking over to the woman but giving me one last grin.

*****

Brendons cut wasn't that deep as we thought and he didn't had to stay the whole night there like Susan did, so we decided to bring him home, just to be sure. I mean his parents know better what to do if it starts bleeding again.
Brendon refused to, he said it wasn't that bad after all and that he doesn't want his mom to care to much about his wound.

Fortunately they covered the cut with bandages so I couldn't see it anymore but brendon kept trying to look at it under the bandages like a little kid.

The ride to brendons house Wasn't that quiet than before because he didn't stop talking.
He told us how clean it was in the hospital and about the patients.

"Then there was an elder man sitting next to me in the waiting room. He had a broken arm, I know nothing special about it. We began talking and it came out that he once got shot in his leg by a soldier. It was an accident and the soldier was a good friend of him but they nearly had to take off his leg. He was also a soldier. Then he told me about his scar he had on his right cheek that went to his eyebrow. He said he got it because they had to hide fast from the enemies so they just jumped from the bridge they stood on. It wasn't that high and he landed safety but when the third soldier jumped right after him he got hit by a stone. I wanted to listen to some more stories but he had to go check up his arm by a doctor. A brave man I can tell you", Brendon said without even making any breaks. It was like he wanted to stop him from doing something. But I had no clue what. We just sat in the car. There wasn't something he could do anyway.

Maybe he wanted himself to think about something because the nearer we got to his house he became more nervous. He started tapping his feed faster to the ground and he couldn't sit still anymore. I mean he never could but now he was nearly jumping out of his seat.

"Is everything alright, Brendon?", I asked looking at him from the rear view mirror.

"Yes, everything is ok. Uhm, did I told you about the doctor that tested me? His name was Dr. O'Malley and he was really nice to me", he rambled.
Something about him was different. Why was he so nervous?

"We're here. Is this the right house?", I asked pointing at a yellow building near a kindergarten.

"Yes", he simply said starring at the house.

I parked right in front of it. Should we go with him to the door? Or not?

"Should we bring you to the door?", I asked, because he still wasn't getting out of the car.

"No", he said shaking his head. He opened the door and waved us goodbye with a smile on his face and I could swear he looked right at me and smiled. He didn't smile at Spencer just at me. Maybe that's just my imagination but it still was enough to make me feel a little bit happier.

Then he turned around and knocked on the door. I wanted to wait if one of his parents opens the door. I mean, what if they weren't even home? What if he starts bleeding again and nobody was home? We could come with him then. But just then.
I secretly hoped his parents weren't there.

A women opened the door and hugged brendon thight. Probably his mother. They just stood there for a few seconds before going into the building.

I started driving again a little bit confused about what was up with brendon the whole ride back.

*****

"Why were you at the hospital?", Susan asked me after we told here we three drove to the hospital.

"Because we had to bring brendon there", I simply said.

"And why?"

"Because he got cut."

"Really?"

"Really."

"By what?"

"By a piece of a vase", I said nearly mumbling.

"By a what?"

"By a piece of the vase", I said a little bit louder but still loud enough for her to understand it.

"I knew there was a vase before!", she said, "did you broke it?"

"Yes... I fell over it", I lied. The Problem was that I just wasn't good at lying. My voice goes every time higher when I lie.

"Ryan."

"Ok, it was brendon, he touched the vase and it fell from the table", I blurred out.

"I knew it, why did you lie to me?", she asked me with narrowed eyes.

"Because you already don't like him. I don't think this detail would've helped", I said.

"Why do you want me to like him?", she asked, "wait, don't tell me you have a crush on him."

"Why does everyone think I like brendon this way?!", I asked nearly yelling.

"Because it's obvious."

"It's not!", I yelled.

"Sweetie, you're yelling."

"I am- I'm not", I said calming myself down.

"Look, you can't decide who you have a crush on, it just happens and you know I will always support you and if it's brendon you like then you like him. Don't deny it", she said calmly.

"I don't even know if he's gay."

"Ohhh, sweetie, he is gay. Even I can see it", she laughed.

"Anyway, I like him but I don't have a crush on him to get this straight."

"Whatever, I'm going to be in my room if you need anything", she said before walking upstairs to her room.

I decided to take a walk because I didn't get that far last time I wanted to explore the city. It was a little bit warmer than the last time.

I saw the small shops again making me feel like in one of this old movies. I like the charm of this street. It gave me nostalgic feelings even though I don't know why.

I came across a small park, smaller than the one I woke up at. I just saw a small family sitting at one of the four benches. Then there also was a girl with her head down. She sat alone at the bench next to a tree. I knew her from somewhere so I just looked at her for a few minutes to make out her face. Unfortunately she held it down.

She looked up and I realised how long I was starring so I just looked at the tree. Maybe she didn't notice.

"Ryan?", she asked standing up.

"Hey breezy", I said felling a little bit tensed but when I saw her face she looked really uncomfortable. She couldn't even look me in the eyes. I stared to feel sorry for something.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know you where- you know- that you like guys. It's just you were so nice and new and you like art. I just really liked you. And I'm sorry for the things I said about Brendon. It's just everyone thinks that he is weird and I just told you what other people say about him. He is a nice guy and I wasn't right about what I said. I'm sorry. And I didn't told anyone yet, because it's not their business. I hope we can be friends or something like that, if that's ok for you", she said looking down fumbling with the hem of her shirt.

She really looked sorry and I should be relieved that she kept it for herself that I'm gay. Maybe she deserves another chance?

"I forgive you, but only if you stop talking shit about brendon, or anyone", I said.

She smiled and her eyes lit up.

****