*A/N The picture is portraying Seth, but credit goes to Braydon Cade www.facebook.com/braydonceacade?ref=ts&fref=ts & www.facebook.com/braydonceacadepage?ref=ts&fref=.... Special thanks to Braydon for letting me use his pic :D*

*Dylan's POV*

        "No way," I said calmly on the outside, but on the inside I was screaming, No fucking way! You're way too hot to be gay!... But of course I'd never say that out loud. "You too?"

        "Yeah... What are the odds?" Toby said smiling. He seemed to be coming around, and I couldn't help but smile at his adorable smile.

        "That's crazy," I said, then as we sat in an awkward silence, my stomach decided to demonstrate the sound of a whale's mating call. o.O I felt my face grow hot and I knew I had to be blushing like a mofo. I looked over at the clock. 1:17. "Hey, you wanna grab a bite to eat?"

        "Um, sure." Toby looked nervous and I didn't blame him. It was pretty intimidating eating at the loony bin when you don't know anyone.

        "Cool. And don't worry, I'll show you the ropes and all that." I stood up off my bed and headed to the door, not bothering to put on shoes. Why bother when everything's cleaner than thought humanly possible?

*Toby's POV*

        Dylan and I sat down at an empty table in the cafeteria, trays of food in hands. As soon as we sat down, some guy wearing a purple ID bracelet came walking over to us and sat next to Dylan.

        "Oh yeah, Toby this is Seth, Seth this is Toby." Dylan said, then bit into a forkful of scrambled eggs.

        "Hey," Seth said simply, not paying me much mind, then turned back to Dylan. "So did you hear about Grimmet?"

        Dylan rolled his eyes and apparently caught on that I had no idea what they were talking about. "Grimmet's this crazy guy who's a red..."

        I stared at him in even more confusion, which I guess he found entertaining because he laughed at my expression. Seth was looking around quickly, his eyes darting around the room like a madman. "What's a red?"

        "You know your ID bracelet?" I nodded. "Well there's three colors; blue, purple, and red. Blue means that anyone wearing one is a danger to himself. Purple means he's a danger to himself and possibly others, but red means they're a danger to others. Like really violent people."

        "Oh." I said simply, still slightly confused, but playing it off like I wasn't. Dylan said he liked to fight, but how does that make him a danger to himself?

        "Anyway, Grimmet went nuts and beat the shit out of his roomie, so they're thinking about giving him his own room for a while." Seth said quickly, then caught sight of my tray of untouched food. "Are you gonna eat that?"

        I shook my head. "You can have it."

        Seth reached over and pulled the tray over to him, but Dylan pushed it right back over to me. Both Seth and I looked at him in confusion.

        "He said I could have it," Seth whined, but didn't make a move to touch the tray again.

        "I don't care. Toby needs to eat, too." Dylan actually looked kind of mad and I wondered silently if I'd done anything wrong. "Besides, you already ate your lunch."

        Seth was glaring at me, looking pissed and I pushed the tray over to him. Dylan glared at Seth and returned the tray to me. Basically, we looked like a bunch of six year olds -__-

        "I'm really not hungry Dylan." I said, trying to diffuse the situation. It was tense and I could tell they were both mad at me.

        "I don't care. Eat it." He snapped, grouchy again.

        Now I felt guilty because it felt like I was breaking them up- whatever relationship they had- and I hated it. I was in a lose-lose situation.  If I ate it, Seth would be mad, but if I didn't, Dylan would be mad. I didn't know what to do >.        "Sit the fuck down and just fucking eat something." He growled through gritted teeth. I pulled my arm, trying to get free, but his grip was tight.

        "L-Let go," I stuttered, trembling out of fear. Seth had been standing on the sidelines, not saying or doing anything, but I guess he could tell I was scared.

        "Come on Dyl, he's scared. Let him go." Seth coaxed, also walking on eggshells.

        "Fine. Eat, don't eat. Do whatever the fuck you want," Dylan barked, letting me go and jumping up, storming towards our room. He left his tray sitting on the table, his meal half eaten. This was all my fault. I started to go after him, but Seth put a hand on my shoulder.

        "He's just in one of his moods. It's best to just let him simmer down." Seth said, then gestured to my tray.

        "Just fucking eat it." I said miserably as I sat back down, head in my hands.

        There weren't that many people in the cafeteria this late (it was almost 2), but I still felt really out of place and embarrassed just being there, so I got up and went back to my room, not caring if Dylan was still in one of his moods or not.As I gingerly opened the door, I didn't hear anything, but when I walked in, Dylan was laying face down on his bed, breathing heavily. I slipped into the room and went to my nightstand quietly. If he heard me, he didn't let it show because I grabbed the book, took out the razor blade, and managed to sneak into the bathroom without him budging at all. I took a breath and leaned against the bathroom door, sliding to the floor.

        I turned on the tap, so it would help drown out any noise I made, and sat back down, pulling up my sleeve, revealing countless scars, some ruining other scars, and of course the ugliest of all being the long vertical one from in the hospital. I brought the cold metal to my skin and slid it across, leaving a red trail that really could tell a thousand tales. I tried not to overlap when I could, but for the most part, its all I could do. I ended up making 7 new horizontal lines before my blurred vision and slight dizziness stopped me.   I'd been crying, and I didn't know how loud I had been. Hoping Dylan hadn't heard, I cleaned up my arm and bandaged it using a first aid kit I found under the sink, then slid the razor into my black skinny jeans' pocket and went back to my bed. Dylan was exactly the same as when I'd first passed him. o.O creepy...

        It wasn't until a few hours later, at 7 o'clock, when he finally spoke. I'd been reading some old books I've read a thousand times before, and he'd scared the crap out of me, talking out of nowhere.

        "I'm sorry." Dylan mumbled.

        "For what?" I asked, setting the book aside and laying down on my side, facing him.

        "I was a dick. Don't rub it in." Dylan looked up from his pillow and I was shocked. His eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed, he'd obviously been crying.

        "You were trying to look out for me. You're not a dick. Far from one."

        "I just can't stand it when people take advantage of each other like that. Seth, he's a good guy and all, but he's so selfish." Dylan wiped his eyes and looked at me. "I'm sorry I scared you."

        "It's ok... I'm a pussy. Everything scares me." I joked, earning a chuckle. There was an awkward silent pause. "Hey, Toby?"

        "Yeah?"

        "...Never mind" Dylan said, sighing sadly.

        "What is it, Dylan?" I asked, seriously wanting to know now.

        "It was nothing." Dylan flipped to where he was facing the wall on his other side, his back to me. I scrunched up my nose and got out of my bed, then snuck over to his and jumped on him suddenly, tickling his sides.

        He jumped in surprise, but immediately burst out into tickle induced laughter. For at least ten minutes, we waged tickle war, with him trying to fend off my tickle attack... and failing miserably.

        "O-okay o-okay. You w-win! P-please! I give up! I g-give up!" Dylan begged, crying and laughing all at the same time. I fell over on top of him, exhausted from trying to keep from being kicked off of him, me also laughing.  We both waited a minute to catch our breath, but then I wasn't going to let him get off that easily.

        "Now you have to tell me what you were going to say." I said, breathing heavily, still haven't having had caught my breath completely yet.

        "No way. I never agreed to that." Dylan argued playfully, but not angrily.

        "You wanna be tickled again?" I threatened, moving slightly, but still laying on top of him. He flinched and cringed.

        "Okay, okay," He said quickly, actually sounding kind of scared. He sighed and I could tell all the playing was done and it would be a serious question.

        "In the bathroom earlier... were you doing what I think you were doing?" He asked, laying perfectly still and looking straight at the wall, not at my eyes.

        "What do you think I was doing?" I asked emptily, hoping ton the off chance he meant masturbating or something else extremely awkward.I knew he didn't, but I hoped.

               Dylan didn't answer my question with words, rather with actions. He grabbed my left arm, which happened to be sprawled out in front of us, and which also happened to be the arm I had cut. Whether from luck or suspicion, he knew. He pulled my sleeve up, revealing the blood soaked bandage. With this simple action, he answered both my question, and his own. I didn't say anything. His breathing stopped for a second, then he took a deep breath and was breathing normally again. He ran his fingers along the rough bandages and stared intently at them, like they could answer all of his questions. But if they could, if the bandages covering self inflicted wounds, could answer all of anyone's questions, I'd never have to resort to making them in the first place.

*A/N So I ended up making this chapter longer because the first two seemed short to me...but I think this was probably just about right, size wise. Had to end with a deep inner monologue thingy lol well, check out Braydon Cade's Facebook  cause he's awesome and whatnot and tell me what you think about Seth? Kinda shady, right? He'll play a bigger role later, but for now let's stick to TobyxDylan drama xD*