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It’s been a few weeks since you and Donnie last talked, but there wasn’t really a reason for it. There was no argument at least not that you thought. You and Donnie usually hung out at lunch, but after winter break it was “oh my friends need me today,” or “sorry but so and so is having relationship issues” and whatnot. It’s not that you didn’t want to be around Donnie, it just felt like you shouldn’t. 

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There was a knock on your front door, you paused. You sat up in bed and listened for a minute before another knock rang through the house, you opened your bedroom door, and walked into the halls with only a t-shirt and underwear on. It was cold and thrundering out tonight, and the icy air of the house quickly sent shivers up your spine. You walked up to the door and went on your tip toes to peek through the peephole, and there was… Donnie? You quickly unlocked and opened the door to see him.

“Donnie? What the-? What are you doing here?” you asked quickly, but instead of answering, he just fell into you.

“It’s so fucking cold,” he shuddered.

You dragged Donnie into your room and tried to pull off his jeans, yet when your hands reached the buckle of his belt his hands came down and prevented yours from moving.

“Please don’t,” he mumbled, his voice was shaking, and his hands were trembling, no doubt from how cold he was.

“Donnie, you’re soaked, if you don’t take these damn clothes off, you’ll freeze,” You said as your hands tightened around his belt.

“I just don’t want you to… see,” he mumbled as he pulled his hands back to cover the tears falling from his eyes.

“…Donnie,” you whispered and moved to sit next to him “C’mon what’s wrong? You show up at my house like a lost puppy, soaking wet and won’t let me do anything to help,” you sighed as you moved to peel off his sweater instead. He sat there quietly, letting you remove his sweater, and then his shirt. It was the same white long sleeve shirt he wore on your first real date, except, the sleeves around his arms looked a little.. pink. You carefully hooked your fingers on the hem of the shirt and pulled it up and over his head, the soaked sleeves peeling off his arms to reveal poorly wrapped wounds and scars. You paused, he paused, you made eye contact and he bowed his head.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I wanted to tell you, but…” his voice was shaking, but not from the cold this time. “I tried to… a couple times… i fucking flaked,” he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.

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You finally got Donnie to agree to a bath to warm him up. He was reluctant at first, but after some convincing, and compromising, you ended up sitting in the tub with him.

You sat on one side, he sat on the other. The water was hot, and your legs were tangled. You got to see why he didn’t want you to rip his jeans off. Scars and cuts littered his thighs, some even reached his hips. You tried not to stare, you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, but he noticed.

“y’know,” Donnie started. “I… i see things…” he paused, he picked at his fingers and shifted, his legs moved and he closed his thighs slightly, “The medication you saw… it doesn’t help… my parents think it does… but it doesn’t do anything,”

You looked up to meet his eyes, and things didn’t feel as awkward anymore. You let one of your hands slide up to his knee as he rambled about his parents, the hallucinations he had and whatever came out of his mouth. Your thumb must’ve passed over the same bumps on his skin a thousand times the feeling became so damn familiar.

“I… I’m sorry,” Donnie mumbled after a pause.

“For what?” You asked, your posture straightened slightly.

“Making you sit here… with me,” He said shyly, avoiding eye contact, “I know you don’t wanna like… do stuff. I’m just… scared to be alone right now,”

“Donnie-,” You started.

“Let me finish,” He said quickly, “I’m also sorry for the theater, I-I didn’t… apologize for… y’know, trying to make you do stuff then,”

“I… It’s fine,” You mumbled, “It was nothing-,”

“It’s not fine though,” Donnie sighed, “I made you uncomfortable and I never, *sigh*, I never wanted to make you feel like that,”

“Donnie, it’s fine, i promise you,”

You leaned in close, he leaned in closer, your lips grazed, and he closed the distance. 

*long pause*

“Are you hungry, Donnie?”