Sweet-Necrostore

“Is it really better to know the truth?”

“-And, you know, my dad is weird but I don’t know why thinking he may have a
boyfriend is so much freaky as if he–”
The school day had finished and, as they used to do, Cendy and Cross were walking
back home. Cendy was venting his concerns towards Cross who seemed a little
dissociated to actually be paying attention.
“Dude. Y’here?”
“Ah, so-sorry was– Thinking.”
“For once.”
Cross rolled his eye and elbowed Cendy, who was laughing.
“It’s just— Can I ask something?”
“...Suure. Spill it.”
He replied with a nervous tone. Usually people bring up bad topics when asking a
“Can I ask you a question? question. He was not wrong, though.
“I… I liked you, right? And I— Don’t know if I still do…?”
“Uh–”
“BUT— there’s someone, and this someone he… I think I like him.”
“You think?”
“... He’s my boyfriend now.”
“WHAT?? AND YOU HAVEN’T TOLD ME?”
“SORRY! It’s—”
“You don’t know if you like your boyfriend?? What’s the point then???”
“I just– He’s nice, most times, and— He listens to me. Like, really listen to me.”
They kept walking in a short silence for a second.
“He’s not like you. At all. I don’t really know why I like being around him, I just…
do, but alone, I like how he acts when he’s alone with me, his friends give me the
ick.”
“Oh. So his personality changes?”
“Not… exactly. He just… ignores me?”
“...I don’t think he likes you that much…”
“He does… I think. He likes keeping me around and… hugging me or… I don’t know,
touching me.”
“Well… You should talk to him about that, how it makes you feel and stuff, y’know,
healthy relationship stuff.”
“...I guess so– It’s just a little bit scary. I… Want this to work. For you.”
“Me?”
“...So I won’t make you uncomfortable.”
“...It… feels like you are just trying to forget about me.”
“Is it… bad?”
“I… don’t think so…? But isn’t it just… cruel to the other person?”
“...Oh.”
“... I also think… Fever was right.”
“Huh?”
“I am… Kind of jealous.”
“...Huh??”
“IT’S NOT LIKE– It’s not that I want you to like me. I just… miss the relationship
we had before. The hang outs or— This. But now I… I just miss that. It feels like you
only acted that way because you liked me and not because you wanted to be around
me.”
“I-It’s not that! I just… I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’ve
parted away, because I’m afraid my feelings can’t disappear that easily.”
“...I get it. It’s still… hurtful, in a way.”
“...Sorry.”
“It’s… okay. Talk to your boyfriend and so and so and… We’ll fix us later, okay?”
“...Okay, thank you.”
They kept walking until reaching Cross’s house, where they stood outside to talk.
“...Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend? I thought I was your best friend.”
“Well—”
And at that moment, no explanation was needed for Cendy to realize what situation
Cross had put himself into, since Jules came outside of the car parked next to
Cross’s sidewalk. Just when he saw Jules approaching his expression changed
slightly and that was enough for Cendy to tell, for his horror.
“Goosh you took your time coming. Your mom isn’t home so you’re going with
me.”
“O-Oh! I– Hiii— Uhm, this is Cendy! By the way—”
“Oh. That Cendy?”
“What do you mean by—”
“YEAH. Uhhh, Cendy! This is Jules, my—”
“Babysitter.”
“Ye-Yeah, that!”
“Oh man. Cross—”
“You should go back home, we are leaving now soo–”
Cendy pulled Cross’s sleeve, looking at him with a worried look, Cross shrugged it
off and pulled away from him.
“I’ll– I’ll talk to you later! Alright?”
“Alright…”
He saw Cross go into Jules’s car before leaving. What was he supposed to do? Did he
get the hint right?? Was it really okay to just let them leave?

Nothing really felt right. He felt as if he just saw someone killing another person
and decided to ignore it, that type of “I must do something” guilt.