§Zane's POV§

I clutched onto Vlyad's hand, my lip quivered as I stared at my baby brother. Vlyad's hazel hair was un-tamed; ends sticking up from his lack of sleep. Purple bags rimmed his glossy green eyes that were filling with tears. Garroth sat on the other side of the white framed hospital bed. "Y-you're not gonna die..." Garroth soothed, a sniff flowing his sentence.

Today's the day. Vlyad's brain surgery to remove his tumor... The doctors said there is a 5 percent chance Vlyad won't make it but we're hoping he'll be alright.

I smiled, parting my rose colored lips to speak. "Yeah, and then next week when you get back to school; you'll have enough courage to tell Dante right?" I mummured, running my thumb across Vlyad's pale skin.

"When will you tell them...?" Vlyad ponders, keeping his eyes clamped shut.

"Tell who what?" Garroth faked a smile, glimmering tears begining to depart from his cyan eyes.

"Travis and Laurence..., about our problems."

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Me and Garroth sat in utter silence, Vlyad's words still ringing through my ears.

'We have issues, what do you think they'll do when they find out?'

I ran my finger over my stomach, feeling the weak skin, my bones stood out gap in my lower body. I looked up at the plate before me, a plan sandwich was laid out on the plan platter. Garroth's gruff voice demanded. "Eat your damn food."

I looked up at him, his white eyes stained with red. His sandy blonde locks were soaked from the shower he'd recently separated from. I swallowed my saliva, putting on a nervous smile. "I-Im not hungry..."

Garroth narrowed his eyes at me, looking extremely threatening. Where's my big softy older brother? Garroth harshly slammed the chair out from behind him, storming over to me.

He gripped onto my plate, harshly grabbing it and taking the plate and putting it into the sink that was sunk into the kitchen counter. Garroth scoffed, walking towards the stairs to get to the three bedrooms that lingered up stairs. "You're never hungry..." He spat before trugging upstairs.

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I sipped a small amount of my water, listening to Travis talk. "So now we need to know if we are actually going to prom or not."

I pulled away from the green straw, shrugging my shoulders. "Do we? I mean... People will know. Besides Garroth and Laurence dediced not go so maybe we shouldn't either."

Travis nodded, looking out the window that hung inside the cafe's wall. A clouded white light flowed through the windows, highlighting his emerald eyes. "Speaking of Garroth, you guys haven't been speaking.. Everything okay?"

I looked towards the tattered wooden floors. "Uh, It's nothing..."

"Where has Vlyad been?" Travis asked, obviously trying change the delicate subject, taking a bite of his vanilla cupcake.

I almost spit up the clear liquid inside my mouth, but manged to keep a cool.  Vlyad survived his surgery... But has to stay in the hospital for a week to recover.

Getting your head cut open takes time to heal ya know?

I swallowed the water in my mouth, trying to calm myself. "Uh... He took a small trip to France... Ya know' we do have family there." I lied, intertwineing my pale, boney fingers.

Travis smiled, not doubting my words for a moment. Travis giggled, while taking another part of a his cake. "That's cool!"

I formed a fake smile across my freckle stained face, trying to look convinceing, and I think it worked.

"Y-Yeah it is..."

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So sorry for the short chapter! Forgive my doves I beg....

AND YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT VLYAD'S CANCER

NOPE.

(Sorry Fox, I changed it up a bit... Not everyone understands our fucked up humor.)

question asked- foxy-clear Zane when are you and Travis gonna do it?

Garroth-"Um, Never?"

Zane-"I don't know, college? If we last that long, I mean it's only been two weeks since we started dating"

Vlyad-"If Travis takes my brother's virginity I'll feed his intestines to him."

Travis-"Aren't you just a ball of sunshine."

Dante-"He sure is..."

Vlyad-"What?"

Aphmau-"Ship."