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Created By; Snow Marisvega

DROWNING IN PAIN.

We often hear of people who get depressed, a lot of us shrug it off, after all everyone do get depressed anyways, right? A lot of people say it is for attention, people act depressed, act sad for attention.

How would you define depression? Google defines it as a common and serious medical illness that negatively affects how you feel, the way you think and how you act. It seems quite straight forward, right? It's worse when you are in those shoes.

Not everyone is blessed with a happy life, with a life full of peace and love. Not everyone have that beautiful family, that ability to speak your mind and know what thoughts are yours. There are some of us who have been cursed to have the exact opposite, destined to feel nothing but pain and sorrow. Certain people expect a lot of people who are suicidal or sad to just snap out of it when they say so; "it'll pass."

"You're just bored."

"It'll be fine" they keep saying,

But when?

When? When all hope is lost, when you only feel helpless, worthless, how can it be better?

Growing up life had been different for me, I didn't have that childhood a lot of kids had. I didn't have toys to play with, I never got to watch Spiderman or the Power Rangers while as a mid. I wasn't taken to the park, I never got Christmas presents or celebrated my birthdays, never did. I never got to have sleepovers or got to go out with friends, I never had my parents help me with my homework. I was never told 'i love you' whenever I was dropped at school, I was never allowed to have an opinion, A thought of my own. I had none of that.

Instead, I was cursed with parents like mine.

I never got half of that, instead I was pushed away by my own parents. Treated like shit. I was made to feel like I was worthless, like everything bad that ever happened was my fault, self-hate. I was like a plague in my own home.

My father hated the sight of me, I disgusted him. He could not stand looking at me, and when he came home drunk, it was worse. My mother? She looked at me like I was the cause of every little bad thing in her life.

She had tried to strangle me once because I was the reason father hit her, she blamed me for it, for her being abused. I was seven at that time, the memory is still so clear and something I could never get out of my head.

I remember one time when I was six, I had returned from school, I had done so well in my class and was excited. I had been dropped at home by our neighbor and i ran to give mom a hug and tell her about my grades, she was smoking and watching television. I remember what was on TV that day; America's Next Top Model. I got on the couch and gave her a hug and while telling her about how my teacher had called me smart, she groaned and pushed me away in irritation hardly, I lost my balance off the couch and I fell, hitting the back of my head against the edge of the table in the middle of the living room and it all went blank immediately i felt the force.

Due to that happening, I got a little problem. I cannot remember certain things, there are things that I kept forgetting and it made me mad, I try so hard to remember and when I do, I only hurt myself and give myself more migraines. So, I started writing things down so I could remember the next day. I mean, with me? I could never tell what I would forget. Sometimes, I forgot my birthday and had the notes on my calendar remind me. I also began to stutter, it affected my speech and finishing a sentence can be a bitch half of the time.

You would think that after this, my parents would maybe change, right? No. They were still the abusive assholes they had always been.

When I turned twelve, my father broke my arm while hitting me. It wasn't just pushing me aside and shrugging me off because I needed his attention anymore, now he would hit me. If I ever forgot to do a chore because of my problem, he would hit me so bad, sometimes with his belt like he used to do mother. He would make sure I had bruises so i could never forget about my chores. When he came home drunk, it was worse. I let him take his anger out on me, whenever he came home drunk, he used to hit mother, but ever since I let him hit me instead, it was less for her, and no, she didn't care.

My parents made me feel worthless, I could barely focus in school and I could not even make friends. I always had to wear long sleeves or hoodies to school to cover up my bruises, even when he'd burn me with his cigarettes. My teachers would ask me if I was okay, I would say the words they needed to hear "I'm fine", because I didn't want them interfering, because I knew my parents would be mad, I knew it would be worse for me. I didn't want to have to say it but I wish they could see it somehow, but they quickly believed me and could not hear my silent screams.

How my eyes begged for them to save me from my parents before it was late, how I was so tired of life at this point and needed saving. No one could see me begging without my mouth spitting out those words, they never paid attention, no one did.

When I was ten, I was sexually molested by my mother's brother, mother found out about it, she somehow could tell and so she sent him out of her house. But she never showed concern towards me, she never gave me a hug or told me it was going to okay, she never made me feel safe. Instead, she would look at me like I was disgusting, she had warned me never to mention it to anyone or I'd see her wrath.

Such a sweet and thoughtful mother.

I became depressed, sad, I felt alone. I had anxiety and found it hard to breathe when I was surrounded by people. I didn't have friends, I couldn't make friends. I had nothing to live for, and to get rid of the emotional pain, I began to do something to myself at thirteen. I found a distraction in cutting myself, it felt better. The blade being dragged across my skin, it helped. It was much better having to feel physical pain than to deal with the emotional pain. Than having to be torn by my demons, hearing them in my head, dealing with the uncontrollable panic attacks, the nightmares, my episodes. I had a lot of demons, they haunted me, they told me things I didn't want to hear but knew about myself.

I was worthless, I was miserable, I was nothing, unloveable. I was a mistake, I should die. And I believed every single word they whispered into my ear every night, every day, and making a new scar on my body, shut them up.

I felt empty.

Drained.

Tired.

Getting into highschool, I became that silent kid students joked about bringing a gun to school one day and shooting everyone. I was the weird kid, they even gave me a nickname; Mute.

I minded my business, I didn't want friends, I didn't want anyone knowing anything about me. The last thing I wanted was for people to feel pity for me, to be nosy, I didn't want anyone.

Highschool had it's downfall, it had its bad sides but it also had it's good sides. As much as all I wanted for myself was to be alone, the universe had other plans.

I made a friend, or do I say a friend made me?

This boy and I apparently used to be friends when i was younger and in elementary, that was until my accident, done by my mother that made me stay out of school for a couple weeks and when I returned, he had moved.

Connor.

Connor was a pretty boy, he was full of life, he had a beautiful smile and he was always sharing that with the world. He was rich, and he was taller than I was , I was 5'9ft tall and he was 6ft tall. He played soccer and he was a charming boy, who seemed to care about me for some reason.

I remember when I had first met him here when I was fifteen, he had just moved back to town after about ten years? I was sitting alone in the classroom and he just walked in came to sit next to me.

Confused, I took off my headphones and Billie Eilish's 'I don't wanna be you anymore' became faint.

"Um..?"

"I'm sorry I am in your space," he cleared his throat. "But uh, you sought of look super familiar," Connor's brows knitted. "Did you by chance go to West Word elementary?" He questioned.

I tilted my head to the side and slowly nodded, wondering how he knew that. "Y-Yeah, I did?" It came out more like a question than an answer.

Conner suddenly chuckled. "No shit. Yeah, I thought so. Uh, it's my first day in school and you were the one person that I very much kind of remember. That is if your name is....Alex Perkins, is it?"

I blinked, shocked and confused how the new transfer student knew my name. "Um, I-I'm sorry, h-how did you k-know my n-name?

Connor frowned, looking a bit shocked. "Wow, I don't remember you stuttering in elementary."

I bit my lower lip and looked away.

"Uh, sorry, anyways, it's me. Connor," he grinned, I looked at him blankly because that name definitely did not ring any bell. "Connor McCoy!" He pointed at himself with a big smile. "Okay, uh, we used to sit close to each other in elementary and you used to eat my lunch because sometimes you would forget yours." He chuckled. "And, I taught you how to make a paper plane?"

Paper plane.

I looked down at the desk and beside the book I was reading was a paper plane I had made about ten minutes ago. I didn't remember how I learned how to make one because it was definitely not YouTube but still, I could not really remember him.

"S-Sorry, I don't remember." I said with a faint, sad smile. "Sorry."

"You don't remember?"

I shook my head.

"Oh! Um, okay, sorry, that was weird." Connor awkwardly laughed, he waved goodbye and left.

I felt bad, I barely could remember a lot of things in elementary, and definitely not a boy called Connor.

But the paper plane....

I went home and all I could think about was Connor and how he said he taught me how to make a paper plane. I remember going to bed that night and when I woke up the next morning, it was almost like something in my brain had brought out a tape and I remembered who Connor was.

I remember staring at myself in the mirror for the longest of time because it all came back to me, he was the only one who was really nice to me and played with me. I was happy, I left for school early and when I got to school, I found myself looking for him to tell him I remembered who he was.

Why?

Maybe because I felt like I owed him?

What was it?

Then I found him, he was talking to some kids at the hallway, our classmates. He looked over to me and I faked a smile and awkwardly waved at him for him to come over, it would so hurt and be embarrassing if he looked away and ignored me. I waited for that to happen.

But he didn't, and instead excused himself and walked over to me with that same smile.

"Hi, Alex. How are you to-"

"I r-reme-mber you!" I said. "C-Connor McCole." I said.

I used to call him McCole because I had always thought that was his last name, and he never corrected me.

Connor grinned. "You remember!"

I nodded. "Y-You u-used to g-give me your l-lunch!!"

Connor laughed, excitedly. "Yes!!" He said and instantly pulled me into a tight hug.

I gasped in fear as I felt my heart sink once he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, I quickly pulled away and took two steps backwards. "S-Sorry, n-no contact." I said.

"Oh, my bad! I'm sorry."

I nodded. "It's fine."

And that was how Connor and I became friends again. In elementary, Connor always shared his food with me and played with me more than the other kids, he was what I would call a best friend? Yes, that.

Now, as much as I was glad he was back, I didn't want him around me, but Connor was so not having that. He would eat lunch with me, he would follow me to class, talk with me every-time, annoy me and you know what scared me about all these?

I was starting to feel....a little bit of hope.

Connor gave me hope.

He wasn't irritated with me, he didn't think I was a weird kid.

He wanted to be my friend.

And like elementary, he choose me.

Connor was not letting me leave high-school without a friend. "Over my dead body." He had said.

And for the first time, I felt....loved, I felt wanted.

Someone actually cared about me.

And here I was,

Smiling again.

Connor was like a vampire, and I mean in appearance. With his blue eyes and his hair being all the place half the time. He had a stare that could make someone want to pee in their pants, he did that a lot when students would make fun of the mute kid, the weird kid who always wore long sleeves or hoodies. He became like a guardian angel, but not out of pity for me, no it wasn't that, but as a friend. Connor was what you would call; Edward Cullen meets Stefan Salvatore in Glee club.

Although he could be a Peter Parker sometimes, he was also a Bruce Wayne other times. It was hard explaining him but Connor was a good child, and he often said as much as I called him hope, I was also something good he needed.

It was horrible when you got abused at home and then you come to school and you have your classmates do the same thing to you, laugh at you, say things about you like you are not there, like you are not human. It hurt. Everything scared me, lockers slamming, being in crowds, everything made me uneasy. Connor had seen my cuts one time when I had rolled my sleeves up to wash my hands, I had forgotten about it for a second. He held my hand and rolled up my sleeves to see there were more, I pushed him off and rolled them down.

He looked sad, he looked worried. He wanted me to speak to someone, a therapist, but I couldn't, because I didn't think anyone would want to listen to me, to a boy who takes time to complete a sentence. So, he decided to be my diary instead and gave me a listening ear, I told him some things, not everything, just some, and he made me promise to call when whenever I felt like cutting, so he could talk to me.

Connor was my only friend and I really wasn't interested in having others, we became best friends and he was the only one I trusted, the only person who made sense in this pathetic world. I mean sure certain people said words to me, especially knowing how close Connor and I was, but they were all fakes. All of them.

Connor didn't care about being rich, about being popular and hanging out with the popular kids. He choose to sit with a loser, me, at lunch. He choose to walk down the halls with me, someone who shouldn't matter. Someone who had always been invisible and made fun of.  He knew I was depressed and wanted to die half the time, so he always checked up on me and sometimes he'd call around three in the morning and when I'd ask why he would call me at that time, he would say. "I just wanted to make sure you were alive."

Honestly, I felt like I was being a burden to him, he was human and definitely would have his own struggles, so I sometimes didn't tell him when things were off, but Connor was a smart asshole.

He gave me a purpose, he was the ray of sunshine that I longed for in my life , he put smiles on my face and made me happy. He made me feel like I mattered, he gave me a reason to live even while tired, he had come at the right time, maybe the universe did not completely hate me.

Thanks to Connor, I was able to complete some of my sentences without stuttering and during tests, he always revised with me so I could remember due to my short term memory. He helped my speech a lot and whenever I was struggling to get a word out, he would tell me to breathe in and out and then speak and it would work most of the time.

I loved him.

But, I was Alex Perkins, and Alex Perkins can never have all the goodness in life, every good thing had to come to an end, even this. Life became worse. I was seventeen, it was our last year of high school.  It was bad at home and all I needed to do was graduate from high school so I could run away from home and try to live a new life somewhere else, if I got a scholarship that is.

But that dream was starting not to matter anymore, because dear old Connor wasn't the same Connor anymore, something had changed. Connor made me feel like I was a bother, and It hurt, because that was what I didn't want him to think of me. Connor barely answered my calls or replied to my texts and when he did, it was usually a word reply or he was busy and then would hang up the phone. I could feel it, he didn't want to be around me anymore.

First, it was nothing, he claimed he had just been busy and so I thought to give him a little space, but then it got worse. There were no calls, Connor suddenly did not want to hang out with me at lunch or anything, now he cared more about hanging out with the popular kids and oh, I knew why.

It was that kid, the one we called the King of manipulation, people called him the devil of our school but I knew he was also a troubled kid. Austin.  He finally had Connor in his webs, I don't know how, or what he might have said to Connor, but I was finally getting drawn back into my dark hole.

Maybe it was me and not Austin.

Maybe it was all my fault and I just looked for someone to blame.

I didn't know what was going on or what I had done, and whenever I tried to speak to him about it, he would say it was nothing, it was fine, we were still friends, but we were not, we were more like acquaintances and I missed him so much, I missed him. I tried to think of what I had done wrong that Austin might have used against me, or maybe something Connor might be mad at me for, something to blame myself for. Maybe I was too clingy and he needed space? Maybe I shared too much even when I did not intend to? Maybe he got tired of being my safe haven?

Connor hated parties and now he hosted them, and he never invited me, I mean I probably wouldn't have shown up but it was Connor, we were Connor and Alex and somehow, I could feel it end.

I felt our friendship dying, our bond was weakened and It scared me because he meant everything to me, he was the little hope I had survived on and I knew I owed him and I wanted to do a lot of good things for him, I didn't think our friendship would come to an end. Connor was the only one who ever gave me a purpose in life and for weeks we barely interacted, facing the tribulations at home, having no one to turn to and talk to. No one to go eat street food with as a distraction or go to the movies with.

The voices are getting louder, Connor. Oh, how I wanted them to stop, how I wanted everything to stop, to end because I felt torn, I felt like I was drowning all over again. That feeling of worthlessness and tiredness returned, that feeling like everything was my fault returned. Father became more cruel, he would lock me in the basement for days knowing how much I hated it there, I spoke back to him once and he locked me there. Connor never called when I didn't show up in school for three days, Connor didn't care that I had gotten thinner, that my smile had faded, that I needed someone to cry to and hug.

I watched him laugh with his friends. What did I expect anyways? Humans had a time limit to how much they can be there for you, how much friendship mattered.

I just wanted a hug.

But he didn't want to see me.

I suddenly didn't care about anything anymore, I wanted death, oh I wanted to die now, so much, the thought came every second of the day, all I wanted was to drop dead, but then all I could think of was;

Connor.

I thought about what it would do to him if I just did it, If I finally gave in and just did it. So, I decided to try and talk to him again, about what was going on with him, about what I had done for him to hate me. I had asked him to meet with me at oakwood's bridge at 3pm that Saturday, I told him it was urgent and he promised to show up.

He showed up two hours later.

"Connor, hey." I was excited that he showed up.

"Hey." He gave a dry smile.

"It uh, it has been a while since we....y-you know, t-talked."

"Yeah, uh, I have been busy with you know? College interviews and shit." He said, looking away.

Something he did when he lied.

I nodded. "S-Sure."

He faked a smile.

"Are y-you okay?"

"Hm?"

"We barely talk, you don't t-talk to me anymore or answer m-my calls and p-pr-pretend I don't e-exist. Was there s-something I did? We're friends, you should be able to t-tell me if I did s-something wrong. I'm s-sorry if I did something to h-hurt you."

"It's nothing, Alex." He shook his head.

"Is it home? I-Is there a problem at home?" I asked, worried. "Y-You can tell me."

Connor sighed, tiredly. "No. My home is not miserable and I have loving parents, so, no."

That felt like a stab.

It hurt.

I swallowed hard, nodding continuously and looking away. "Y-Yeah, I understand. Sorry." I replied, looking down at my hands for a few seconds. "W-We don't hang out anymore or talk, a-and I just wanted t-to know if everything was f-"

"Everything is fine!" He said, firmly.

I flinched. "Then what t-the hell, Connor? W-Why the h-hell are y-you ignoring me? D-Did I do s-s-something? Fuck!" I cursed once the words were hard to say cause of the stuttering. "W-Was it something A-Austin said about me? W-What is it?" I inquired.

Connor hissed. "This is the shit I hate! It's all about you! You! You! You!" He snarled. "You are not the fucking main character, Alex!"

I frowned at his tone. "C-Connor,"

"No!" He pointed a finger at me, furiously. His face like a beast finally coming alive. "You make me so fucking sick! You are always fucking talking about yourself like you are the only one with problems in the world!" He snarled.

I stared at him, completely gobsmacked, my mouth slightly opened. 

"What is it with you?! People have fucking had it worse, Alex, and guess what? They don't always complain like you!" He spat and I blinked continuously hoping I was in some sort of nightmare, I hoped I was.

"You are so fucking clingy! Hell! I spent the last fucking two years having your fucking back and missing out on friends and a whole lot of shit."

I could feel the tears threatening to roll down my cheeks, I tried to blink them away as my heart began to race. "W-Where is this c-coming from?"

Connor scoffed. "You know what you should know, Dear Alex? Seriously?" He said, while I looked at him. "You are pathetic. You are so fucking annoying and it pisses me off, you are so clingy and it is really disgusting! You make every fucking thing about yourself, like seriously, look at the fucking world, Alex! It is also messed up! I have a fucking life and all I ever do is be by your fucking side!" His eyes were like daggers, he looked fed up, like this was something he had thought about over and over. 

His eyes and heart had nothing but hate for me, and my heart shattered , my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I couldn't breathe, my chest felt heavy.

"You make me sick, you are so fucking needy, Jesus comes second to you! Like all I need is space to breathe, Alex! For fuck sake!"

I was perplexed, my brain was desperately scrambling to make sense of it all. "Co—"

"For the love of God, Alex! We are not even fucking dating! I don't have to be by your side all the fucking time! Or what? Do you have some crush on me? Are you gay like they said you are?"

"What?" I breathed, disconcerted, my brows knitted.  "W-What? C-Connor, No, I am just-"

"You are just what?" He cut me off, again. "The world does not revolve around you, Alex. You need to stop calling me and leave me the fuck alone! I have a life now! I have friends and i have missed out on these things for a long time because of you!"

"H-How is this m-my fault?! You s-spoke to me, Connor! You c-came to me! I didn't m-mean to h-hurt you and I just-" I stuttered, shaking my head in disbelief as my heart raced.

"You know, you are right. I never should have approached you, oh that was my biggest mistake!" He admitted, with an unblinking stare.

I shook my head continuously, "Stop! D-Don't say that. Okay, y-you are probably j-just mad at something, maybe I did something." My emotions had handed me the last card and I couldn't act like I had all my shit in check anymore, like his words didn't sting. The tears came as my chest hurt. "I'm sorry, so stop." I said, my throat tightened.

"Do you know what i hate about you? Your clinginess, you always fucking talk about how you want to kill yourself but you know what i just realized?" He asked, brows puckered as he stared at me with irritation. "That if you wanted to die, you would be dead." He stated, and at that moment my heart stopped.

"You would have fucking killed yourself a long time ago if you actually wanted to die, but all you did was cut yourself so that I would have pity on you and stay by your fucking side!"

My mouth hung open, slightly patted and I felt my skin pale as I heard him say those words. I felt paralysed from the neck down, I couldn't move.

Connor....

"You just do that for attention, don't you?" He said with a laugh, a mocking, cruel laugh.  "You know he was right about you. You are literally a Succubus, you just suck the life out of people, out of me, and then want me to be as miserable as you are."

The blood had drained from my face as I heard him say these words to me. I was incredulous, I didn't want to believe it but I wasn't dreaming, he was saying these ones.

"And by him y-you mean Austin? You h-hate him, Connor! He d-doesn't h-have good i-intensions."

"Or so I thought because you kept feeding me shit! Always crying and whining! You can't even make out a sentence without stuttering!" He snarled.

"D-Don't!" I sneered. "Don't."

The tears begged to fall, but i refused to let it.

"Oh, you are gonna cry now? Well go ahead! Fuck you, Alex!" He said and spun around, walking away.

"Conner."

"If you really cared about our friendship," he turned back to me. "You would have fucking given me some space, you brought this on yourself! I don't care what fucking happens to you! So, fuck off and do what you fucking want! Better still, listen to those voices and fucking kill yourself and put yourself out of your misery!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "It isn't that hard, so just fucking do it!"

I froze, I was rendered speechless. I stared at him, my hands shaking and my throat begging for a scream.

I watched him walk away and then I let out heavy breaths, I felt like I hadn't been able to breathe, my nostrils flaring as I gasped for air.

I looked around, pounding my chest as the tears fell.

Worthless.

Stop.

You're miserable.

He said it himself!

Get out of my head.

The one person you trusted thinks you are everything you think you are.

I shook my head.

It was right...

There was literally nothing to live for. It was heartbreaking, worse when you had someone you trusted utter these words to you.

"Y-You hurt me, Connor." I said.

It hurt more than Dad's beatings, than mom trying to choke me to death. It hurt more than being pushed against the lockers, it hurt more than anything.

Damaged.

You are fucking broken.

Your parents don't want you, nobody does!

I didn't cry.

I wasn't going to cry.

I accepted it.

Connor was right after all, I had nothing to live for. I would be doing everyone a favor if I just....died.

He was right.

I caused everyone pain by just existing.

Mom said it; i was the reason her life was miserable.

I never asked to be birthed.

I forgot things, but there was no way i was going to forget his words if I lived. The abuse at home got worse and cutting wasn't helping anymore.

I stared at the sea and back at Connor who kept walking, he never looked back once.

I smiled.

"T-Thank you, Connor."

And, I did the one thing I should have done a long time ago.

I climbed, staring down at the deep blue sea.

What good was life anyways? All it did was torture me and bring me pains. That was it's only good, maybe if I just completely stop crying I wouldn't feel anything, maybe if I stopped feeling then there wouldn't be any pain.

So, I fell.

Humans were cruel, they didn't care about what their words could do to people, they only said it, words that never could be taken back. I couldn't live in a world where it was hard to breathe. To exist.

In my last few seconds, all I felt was like every other day struggle, struggle for air. I couldn't swim, but I knew everything was gonna be okay. It was this before peace and I knew that. The water was cold, I stopped struggling as I felt my heart beat reduce and then I smiled.

It was gonna be oka-

•••

Third person P. O. V

Two years later.

Ohio.

"So, are we getting pizza or Chinese?" Connor asked as he walked down the street while on his phone, when he got no answer, he groaned and turned to his left. "Come on, answer me." He whined.

"I told you not to speak to me all the time, especially when we are outside!"

"Come onnnn."

Alex sighed. "I don't wanna choose because then you'd say Chinese." He shrugged.

Connor gasped. "That is so not true."

Alex cocked his brow at him.

"Do I always do that?"

Alex nodded, his hands in his pockets. "Always."

Alex had gotten better, he no longer stuttered and Connor was excited about that, he had just stopped all of a sudden.

"So, what would you choose then?"

"I don't know, maybe you can...you know? Actually cook?" Alex said with furrowed brows.

"Yeah, no." Connor shook his head, putting his phone into his jacket pocket.

"See. Okay fine, uh, let's have Mexican. We had Chinese yesterday and pizza two days ago." Alex suggested.

Connor grimaced. "Uh, Mexican? Um, about that,"

Alex groaned, punching his shoulder slightly. "You are fucking unbelievable."

Connor chuckled. "I am your bestfriend, you cannot get rid of me." He grinned.

"I think it is the other way around." Alex smiled.

Connor chuckled. "Fine, Mexican then. Happy?"

Alex smiled. "Of course, you are paying." He shrugged.

"Asshole." Connor muttered.

The boys walked to a restaurant, a smile on their faces as they went straight to the counter to order.

"I'll have two Chinese n-"

"Mexican! God damnit, seriously Connor!" Alex chimed in.

Connor laughed, turning to Alex. "Oh come on, let's just have Chinese today and then Mexican tomorrow?"

"Over my cold, dead body."

"Alex!" He groaned.

"You're doing this again."

"Um, sir?" The employee behind the counter called, a confused frown on his face. "Are you-"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Connor turned to him. "My stupid boyfriend and I are fighting over what to pick."

"Please, Mexican." Alex ordered.

"No, don't listen to him." Connor said and grinned, ordering Chinese instead.

"Um, s-sure, I'll get you that." The waiter said and went to the back.

Few minutes later, the boys got stares as they argued. The waiter got back with Connor's order and handed it to him

"Fuck you, Connor."

Connor smirked. "Whatever." He said and paid. "Keep the change."

"Uh, t-thanks." The waiter stuttered, faking a smile.

The waiter was confused, just like everyone else. He could not understand why the male talked to himself like there was someone right there with him, argued like there was supposed to be someone with him.

"Is he like crazy?" The next customer asked, a frown on her face.

"I have no idea at all." He shook his head.