Hey guys! Nice to be back writing again after for what feels like forever. This is my second fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy. I felt the need to write a sadstuck so beware!
Much love,
Sl33pykitty.

Gasping for air and chocking, Jake English sat up in his bed, cheeks soaked from tears from the repetitive dream that keeps taunting him; holding restless nights of sleep over his head. Wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand, he replayed the dream over in his head, to which a headache had started to form in.

The sun was just high enough in the sky to warm his skin but cool enough to where he knew it wouldn't be long 'till it was dark and animals he wasn't sure he could handle would be on the prowl. The grass –emerald like his own eyes- was ankle height and was gently flowing in the breeze to and fro. Noticing the familiar cliff, Jake knowingly walked over and sat on the edge, looking over and watching the waves lap up to the wall of rocks. Knowing very well who was coming up behind him quietly, he smiled one of his trademark derpy grins, staring at the slowly setting sun.
" 'Sup English." Dirk Strider says smoothly, standing beside his comrade.
It wasn't much of a question and Jake knew this very well. It was more like recognition. To let him know that he had arrived, though it was unneeded.
"Well 'ello there Strider!" Jake said with a cheery tone in his voice.
"How's it goin'?" Dirk said with his causal monotonous voice, resting his hand on Jake's shoulder, most likely in an attempt to be compassionate.
"Jolly good pal, and you?" Jake said hesitantly, staring up at the man who had just left his hand on his shoulder.
"Well nothing much, just came to get something off my chest."
"We're best buds Strider! You can tell me anything!" Jake said hastily, grinning, trying to edge any kind out of Dirk's all too stoic face.
Out of nowhere, Dirk's hand wrapped around Jake's bicep, yanking him up to his feet, causing him to fall to against his friend's chest. During this process, Jake let out a very unmanly squeak, and frowned.
"Good golly Strider! I say, what in the dickens has gotten into you?!"
A smug smirk inches across his face as if that's what he KNEW that would be the response he would get out of his friend.
"I believe you have." He whispers, pushing his lips against Jake's.
Jake stood there, baffled and his heart pounding against his chest, eyes wide as saucers. Gently, he pushed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the thin waist of the man who was kissing him, desperately trying to push his body closer.
Right before they pulled away, quiet words were mumbled against Jake's lips.
"What was that?" Jake whispered, not hearing Dirk.
Right then, he was pulled away, ripped from the one he loved. His eyes are locked with his lost lover and he's screaming, but Dirk's smiling, actually SMILING, and somehow it's worth it to love him.

The tears are streaming down Jake's face, quiet sobs wracking his entire body, hunched over in bed. A quiet ping echoed around the room, making his breath hitch in the throat. He knew it was Dirk, and he ignored it, knowing he would have to make another lie up that Dirk surly wouldn't believe, just like the others.
'maybe one day I'll tell you.' He thought to himself.
'Till then I'll be your best bro.'
'I'll always be your best bro..'