Isaac's outfit on the left and Michael's outfit on the right!

We shall continue where we left off from the last chapter, so enjoy ~

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"I-Is that all you're going to say?" Michael pestered, his heart was pounding and he had such a bad feeling in his stomach, chest, and his heart.

The blood all over the sink and the blade also had blood on it, the drawer that was usually locked was opened and it was filled with blades- he felt like he was going to be sick.

The thought of Isaac doing this made him sick, he didn't understand. The boy was so shy, he usually made his heart swell, he was so kind and loving.

But why would Isaac do this?

But then he realized, he's only known the boy for a couple weeks. He only knows so much about him.

He bit his lip and gulped down a lump in his throat, he walked over to the shower door and opened it. He saw the naked boy hugging his knees in the corner and stiffened when he saw the older lad.

Michael stepped in a bit and picked Isaac up, surely getting hit by the water pouring down but he didn't care.

He held him tightly to his body, the boy tense and then getting a towel to wrap around him.

He walked out into the room, Isaac shivering from the lack of steam from the shower.

Michael set him on his bed gently, accidentally getting a peak of Isaac's "lower regions" whilst doing so and tried to contain himself.

Because this was obviously not the time.

Isaac flushed and wrapped the towel around himself firmly, he whimpered from his wrist but also from the tension.

He was scared, he was so scared, this was the one thing he didn't want anyone finding out.

"Isaac...why- I thought- okay, I understand this is probably a sensitive topic. Okay? It's just...why do you...self harm though? I-I mean you're so kind a-and sure yeah I've only known you for maybe 3-4 weeks b-but I just-"

"N-Not everyone l-likes me, Michael.." He croaked and sure it maybe did seem like he wanted everyone to like him. But it was different.

"What do you mean?"

"I-I mean that, probably a million people or more hate me, they all don't give a fuck about where I've been and they all want me to hurt myself and when they assumed thats why I'm not there they're glad I'm not there...."

"A-And all I see in the stupid comments on most of my social media is just hate. All because he is better than me. Its true though, h-he is better than me. He always will."

"I'm just in his shadow and everyone assumed I'd be just like him but I'm not. I'm n-not Jordan, I-I'm not good looking, I don't have a good body..." He sniffed and continued before Michael could speak again.

"I-I'm not f-funny, and no one l-loves me enough to care a-anyways. Not even my mom, if anything sh-she'll just kick me out and say I'm a disgrace to God. It h-hurts, and doing what I do takes the hurt a-away." He squeezed his eyes shut and looked down, letting the warm tears come down.

He choked back his sobs, sniffling and grasping the towel to his body.

The sight made Michael's heart ache more, so he tackled the younger boy into a hug, making them both fall back onto the bed and Isaac to let go of the cloth covering his body.

Michael hugged the boy so tightly and kept him so close. Isaac hugged back, they've hugged before, but this one was different.

This was the comforting hugs both have wanted for so long, the hug that made you feel safe and secure.

Isaac wrapped his legs around the older lads waist as Michael picked him up a bit and made it so Isaac was resting on top of him.

Michael left small kisses all over the boys cheeks making him giggle each time; and yeah, maybe he was slowly falling for the broken boy more and more.

He then tickled the boy's side, making him shriek from the sudden gesture and tried to squirm out of his grip. He was gasping and his laugh filled the room.

The towel ended up falling off his waist but they didn't care, Michael had to resist himself however. So he just continued to tickle his bare body.

He left small kisses down his chest and most around his tummy making the boy squirm.

He carefully took one of Isaac's wrists, turning it over and kissing the space between the cuts. Then he carefully did the same with the other wrist, just more lightly because these cuts were fresh.

He rested his forehead against Isaac's, making the eighteen year old flush a deep red.

"M-Mike?" He whispered, causing Michael's green eyes look into his brown ones, causing shivers to run down his back.

"Yeah Isaac?" His voice was soft, and his small hand ran down his side soothingly.

"D-Don't tell a-anyone...please..." Shame filled his eyes but so did the tears, he really hopes he can trust Michael. The older boy saw the fear in his eyes as well, so he slowly nodded.

He couldn't say Isaac needs help, because he needed help as well. Thats why he asked Isaac for help- for his insomnia.

So he's gonna help Isaac as well, because it wouldn't be fair if he told someone when Isaac didn't tell anyone else about his insomnia.

"Our secret Isaac, I'm gonna help you with this though..okay?" He rubbed the lads thigh, thankful that he didn't see any cuts there.

"O-Okay..." He shuttered, earning a small kiss on the forehead before the twenty year old got up and  gave the younger boy some clothes to put on.

He gave Michael a sheepish grin, and put on the clothes, grimacing at his still wet hair. The older lad laughed and messed it up since it looked cute.

"You're fucking adorable." Michael murmured, not expecting Isaac to catch what he said.

But he couldn't of heard it more clearly, he only blushed when he processed it.

Yeah well you're freaking hot, he thought. But giggled softly at his thoughts, he never really considered liking guys- not because its considered gay.

But because of his religion or well, because his mom would use the religion against him.

But then he remembered, he's eighteen. He can make his own choices, he doesn't have to listen to his mom anymore.

Why was he just realizing this? Maybe because he just realized someone cares about him. Michael cares about him.

It just made him smile to realize that someone cared, well, hopefully he just didn't feel bad. Hopefully Michael did actually care.

This is one of those moments where you wish you could read someone's mind.

Isaac realized the time and climbed into his bed, making it so one pillow he had under his head, and the other vertical from his body as he cuddled it.

The older boy leaned against the desk, arms crossed, and he watched Isaac sleep.

Some may call it weird, stalker-ish, creepy. But to him he just used it as looking over his features, noticing every detail, and thinking.

He already did think so much- since he could think hours on end at night with his insomnia. But this time his thoughts were drifting in another direction.

A direction a typical boy would find himself in, but because its their nature of being male.

The thoughts did cause a problem, but thats okay, because whenever something involves Isaac- it just makes everything seem okay.

He wants to make Isaac okay again, he wants to see the Isaac that wasn't hiding cuts, keeping his emotions in only to express them all at once later on. He wants to see the Isaac that didn't have a care in the world about what people thought and was always smiling and-

Fuck he didn't know how deep he was in this.

"Your secret's safe with me."

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A/N: I'm tired as fuck because school is a bitch; hope y'all enjoyed! Make sure to leave a vote and comment and I will see you lions later! *rawr*