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It was really just an ordinary day. Billy was over at Stu's for the weekend and Sidney was having a girls night with Tatum. The boys were just watching horror movies and Billy was smoking on nicotine and weed. He really wasn't listening to what Stu was saying. He was used to the rambling and he wouldn't admit it but it was a trait he did enjoy his best friend having. Sometimes it even got Billy out of his head but lately Billy had been struggling. His mom just left two weeks before and Billy shut himself down but he did sometimes open up just enough to let Stu know he wasnt okay. Today he was doing better though and maybe it was the drugs but he was relaxed and seemed a bit more like himself. "I ever tell you that you talk too damn much?" He questioned. "I really oughta make you shut up." A slow smirk pulled on the corner of Billys lips. He had always known there were feelings between them. He counted on it. His hand lazily brushed along Stu's back as his dark eyes studied his best friend. Stu was attractive absolutely but it was more that Stu had been there for Billy the whole time. He had been his constant. Which was something the broken boy needed. He leaned up on the bed and was just inches from Stu's face. "Really should make you shut up." He said as his voice got a bit smoother and quiet. His thumb brushed Stu's bottom lip before his hand moved to cup his cheek. He leaned in, glancing quickly at Stu to make sure this was in fact okay and once he saw the look, he pressed his lips to Stu's. It was gentle at first but it deepened and Billy pulled Stu against his chest. It was an immediate rush the second their lips touched. Billy had always known and was comfortable with the fact he liked boys too but Stu was the first he ever crossed the line with. It felt as easy as breathing and he was more comfortable kissing him than his own girlfriend. He let it break naturally, resting his forehead to his. "You're something else..."

All I want is nothing more to hear you knocking at my door.

The ambulance came for Max, and he couldn’t believe that this had happened to another person he cared about. She had been dead. She was dead. He’d checked, there was no pulse. Mikey had no idea what brought her back, but suddenly she was at least breathing again. Paramedics said it was a miracle, and took her to the hospital. After Susan was called, and visiting hours were over, he went home ready to crawl into his boyfriends arms and be thankful for him, and reassured that they’d find a way to get Max through it. 

If I could see your face once more, I’d die a happy man I’m sure.

He knew the moment he saw Eddie, the moment he saw Billy trying to get near him. He wouldn’t believe it though, not until he saw him. It was like time slowed to a stop as he ran from the car, heartbeat thundering in his chest as he barrelled through the door towards Robbie’s room. He tried to get close, but Eddie snapped, yelled at him to not touch him. “Please…” He had begged, eyes filling with tears as one hand went to his chest and the other gripped his stomach. Physical pain reverberated through him, until he moved back outside and threw up. He was sick until his body physically couldn’t bring anything else up, yet still hyperventilating. Mikey knew he had to calm down, or Eddie wouldn’t let him anywhere near Robbie. He couldn’t stop the tears, but he managed to get control of his breathing and went back inside. “Eddie… please. I just want to hold him. Please.” He begged again, sniffling as the tears started to fall harder. Robbie looked so pale, so peaceful… it was like he was asleep; yet Robbie’s sleep had never been that peaceful. Part of him was waiting for him to sit up in bed suddenly, scare the shit out of him and say it was a fucking cruel joke they were playing. It didn’t happen. Not whilst he was in Eddie’s arms, not whilst he carefully climbed onto the bed next to him, and not when Mikey pulled Robbie into his arms and sobbed. He was still warm, how could he still be warm? He did everything he could to commit the others scent to memory, the way his hair felt tickling Mikey’s face, the way his hands felt whilst he was holding it. 

Fred had been standing in front of the Blake’s door for quite sometime before he finally knocked on the front door. He was nervous, but was also relived when the red head opened the door. “H-Hi,” he started, biting his lip. “I’m so so sorry I didn’t show up to our date last night!” Something had happened. Something he wasn’t sure he could tell his best friend and girlfriend.