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Chapter seventeen: Shut your cakehole

𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚

The sound of a choked sob awakes me.

Lazily turning my head to see where the sound came from, I see Alex sitting up, and from what I can tell in the dim lighting, he has his face buried in his hands, and he is distinctly crying. His body is shakily slightly from the sobs.

At first, I'm stuck for what to do. I mean, I have no idea what to do when someone is crying. But then I go for the stupid option and ask, "Are you alright?"

He jumps with a start, and his head snaps round to look at me. His eyes are puffy and slightly red, as if he's been crying for a bit of time. Through the dim lighting, I notice that there are dry steaks of tears on his face along with a few new ones. As he hastily tries to wipe them away to cover up the fact that has been crying, I can see the pain so clearly in his eyes that I can feel my heart clench.

I reach over to the nightstand to retrieve my phone. When I do, I see that it is four a.m. I only fell asleep two hours ago due to the time difference and jet lag, so I'm pretty groggy, but I sit up and switch on the bedside lamp anyway.

He doesn't respond to my question and instead attempts to wipe away more of his tears. He lets out a bitter laugh, one that someone would let out if they were fed up or annoyed. I sit on the edge of my bed and watch him for a few seconds, not sure what I should say next. I've always been bad at comforting people.

"A-are you crying?" I opt for asking, hesitantly. It's a dumb thing to ask when the answer is blinding obvious. I can't comfort people and I never know what to say. Now I'm going to have to comfort Alex of all people.

"No, just allergies," He lies.

I give him a look as if to say do you think I'm that stupid. "I may be failing chemistry, but I'm not that dumb. What's up?" I don't know why I do it, but I slide off my bed and make my way over to his, tentatively sitting next to him.

"You're not dumb at all, Matthew." He says.

"Seriously, what's wrong?"

I can feel the old feeling of concern, the same one that appeared when Alex came out, make a return, and I can't help but think him crying may be to do with that. Whether it's with his friends or maybe he told his dad, and it didn't go to plan, I'm not sure, but it wouldn't be too surprising.

"Promise you won't judge me or make fun of me?" He asks, so I nod. Of course, I'm not going to make fun of him. He coughs. "I, erm, I had a dream about some shitty thing that's happening in my life right now. It's no big deal. I'll be fine."