"You actually did it?" Zach's voice echoed through the line.

"Damn right I did! And guess what, he fucking trusts me! Like how much of a dumb—literally and mentally—shit is he? After all that I did to him, he thinks that I'll feel guilty, and all of a sudden how the fuck will I start to care for him?" Scar laughed, holding one piece of paper with the words "I hate you", lying on his bed. His eyes raked over the "i love you" as well, but Zach didn't have to know that.

"Haha I know right! I never thought he'd actually trust you! Wait, does he know you're the one who crashed into him?" Zach said, and Scar could almost see the same crazy smile laced on his face.

"Shut up! It's not that I intentionally hit into him, it's just that he came out of nowhere and I forgot to slam the brakes! But no, he has no idea." Scar said, trying his best to seem proud about this, he had to make it believable, because Zach is not someone who believes in silly lies.

"That's good then. And you, how long do you plan to keep up the act?"

"I don't know? It's fun to watch him cry and cling onto me. Though I would've liked it better if he was a girl." He pushed down the bile rising up his throat and continued. "Anyways, what's up with you and Aaron?"

"I don't know. He was right here, listening to our conversation, and now he's just silent. He has this angry expression and....what do I do?"

Sometimes it amazed him how Aaron keeps up with the cold boy. But more amazed by how domestic Zach became when Aaron was near. The two complement each other in a nice way, and their friendship was something everyone envied. Even Scar himself. He never had anyone care for him the way Zach cared for Aaron. It left a hollow hole in his heart, and no matter how many times he tried to fill that up by dating girls, it never happened. They come and go—his girlfriends.

"I swear you work too much to meet his expectations. Go ahead, do something to make him not angry anymore. Bye."

"But what do I—" Zach was saying before Scar hung up on him. He didn't wanted to listen to their problems anymore.

Scar felt something nipping at his stomach after he decided to cover his extra concern towards Travis dating it was just an act. Well, he can't just tell Zach that after hating him for so long, he suddenly cares for that boy, and why? Because of those three words? That doesn't even make sense. But he had no idea from where this over protective attitude towards Travis came from. He couldn't bare his reputation as the bad boy of the school go down just because his heart decided to like someone and worst of all it's a male.

Like?

The voice in his head repeated. And Scar froze in his place.

Like? His lips moved emitting no sound, and related the words in his head again and again and again.

Like?

Did he really feel that way towards him? Towards a boy? Was the strange sense of concern and care and overprotectiveness meant he liked Travis?

Scar sighed, trying to process everything. He could label their relationship later. But he understood one thing. He could not, at any cost, let their secret relationship or whatever they had, be known to the public. He had to keep it a secret.

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Travis raised his eyebrows when the door opened to reveal the taller boy.

"You thought I wouldn't come?" Noticing his stunned expression, he chuckled. "Well, I'm here now."

After a minute of awkward silence, he scratched his neck sheepishly, and placed a bouquet of yellow roses on the smaller boy's lap.

Travis looked at the roses then back at Scar, and blinked twice. He had a mixture of confused and questioning look on his face.

"Wha-what? I-I thought you'd like them? Don't you?" His face was dusted in a light shade of red which travelled up to his ears. Feeling his face getting warmer each second, Scar quickly looked down, suddenly finding the tiled hospital floor interesting. He moved his gaze a little bit upwards only to find the boy blushing redder than him, and staring at the flowers as if someone bought his favourite toy.

Scar's heart was beating irregularly at the sight and didn't even notice that he was full on staring at Travis now. Dare he say, at that moment, Travis may have looked a bit cute.

"Umm...so...do you like them?" Scar already got his answer, yet he asked him to break the silence.

Travis cutely nodded, his eyes still on the flowers, admiring them.

"Good."

Scar was at a loss thinking what he would say next. Travis didn't made any signs and he didn't know what else they could talk about. All of a sudden, Travis turned away from his previous object of interest and towards Scar. His eyes held a longing expression and Scar tried his best to decipher him.

"You...want....me....what?" He pointed at himself. Even saying those words was embarrassing for him and he blushed at each of them. Travis flushed  bright crimson at his choice of words and shook his head vigorously.

"W-well, w-what do you wa-want th-then?" He stuttered out, feeling more embarrassed than ever.

Travis slowing lifted up his tiny fingers (according to Scar) and pointed towards him and shifted a few inches pointing towards the space beside him.

Oh.

"Oh." Scar muttered. He couldn't stop the smile that was making its way on his face and pulled off his jacket. Draping the cloth on the end of the bed, he moved inside the blankets, beside Travis. As if someone pressed the replay button of yesterday's happenings, Scar placed his hand under Travis' head and the boy moved his smaller body closer to him.

Scar felt a tingle of satisfaction running through his body when Travis rested his head on his chest. He breathed in the minty, intoxicating scent that was Scar, and listened to the surprisingly loud thudding of his heart.

He could probably hear my heartbeat, Scar wondered, gently rubbing circles on the small of his back. Hearing the sound of his heart, Travis didn't know when he was lulled into a deep slumber. Travis' breathing got shallower and more soft, and Scar looked down at him to find him fast asleep.

"You asleep, Mey?"

Getting only a whimper as a reply, Scar confirmed his assumption. He tangled one of his hands in his locks and the other was loosely placed over his waist.

Resting his chin on top of Travis' head, he whispered, "I'm here, Mey."

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umm i'm not good at writing fluff but..
i tried my best y'all.

and don't even ask about
chapter titles, i suck at them.