I know I know I'm sorry it's not Markicest! It's just that I need a break from that before I get back into it again!

So, instead have some H20Vanoss, my second best OTP.

Just to let you know, everyone is their GTA character. I just can't write them as their real form. Also Delirious doesn't have his clown face paint.

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The past few days, Delirious had found himself clutching a pillow while he was trying to drift off to sleep. He was never conscious about it, he would just realize he was doing it when he would try to change his position on his bed. And it always made the masked man- yes, he even slept with his mask on- bury his face into the cushion when he found out why he did.

He always hated thinking about it, but his mind always refused to let him forget it, as if it knew something. Delirious tried to push the thought away every single time, but he would always manage to creep back into his mind once again.

I love Vanoss.

Delirious felt ashamed when he finally admitted to himself that he did. And it always broke his heart when he realized that his best friend wouldn't accept him.

Ripped it in half.

And threw it on the floor.

'God Dammet Vanoss.' Delirious thought to himself as he pressed his cheek into his soft pillow. The man hadn't left his mind ever since the other day, when they had gone out on a mission together.

…..

"Come on man!" Vanoss whispered loudly to Delirious, who was cowering next to him, his back against the wall. He noticed that the man was violently trembling, his gun on the verge of slipping from his fingers. The masked man looked up, his face hidden by his hockey mask.

"I-I," He was stuttering like crazy, and his gun had finally crashed to the ground. They were lucky that it hadn't gone off and alerted the gangsters that were still unaware of their presence. "I d-don't think I-I can do th-this…" He finished, turning his head away.

Vanoss looked at him with a sympathetic look, and quietly placed his gun on the ground. He stepped towards his friend. Delirious looked up when his hand landed on his shoulder, and he could finally feel how badly he was shaking.

"Don't worry," He said, bringing his other hand to his friend's shoulder and giving it a little shake, "I won't let anything happen to you."

He slowly brought his friend into a hug, and he immediately felt the other's nose dig into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around the masked man's back, and he felt the other do the same. They stayed like that for a while, but Vanoss was okay with it. He would do anything to help his friend feel better. It just meant so much to him to make sure he was happy.

He pulled away, finding that he wasn't shaking anymore, and looked at the other's mask, a smile on his face. Delirious seemed to have gained new strength, for his posture had changed from a pitiful slump, to a confident stand.

They both picked up their guns, and held them ready. Vanoss looked back up at his friend, a smirk on his face.

"So, are we ready?" He asked, his smile widening and his head tilting slightly. Delirious stared back at him, a grin anonymously forming behind his hockey mask.

"Yeah, let's do this."

…..

Delirious loved that day. He always loved the feeling Vanoss gave him when they hugged, but hated how he made himself feel when he thought about his attraction towards him. It made him want to scream into his pillow until he would feel like he lost his voice.

So that's exactly what he did.

Turning his head, he slammed his head into the cushion, and yelled at the top of his lungs. He didn't care if his neighbors heard his screaming, he didn't care if he would regret this in the morning. The emotions that his best friend had given him were just too much to bear.

Eventually, screaming led to crying, and Delirious soon found himself instead sobbing in his pillow, tears being caught by his mask. He was hiccupping almost as soon as he started to cry, and his chest was starting to hurt from them- not that it already hurt from the heartache he was experiencing.

Removing his head from the cushion- now moist from the tears it had soaked in- he held his head in his hands, trying to recollect his thoughts. He only got more frustrated when his mask got in the way, so he ripped it off and threw it across the room.

"God, fucking, dammet! Fuck off mask!" He screamed as it hit the wall, shattering into many pieces. Delirious didn't care, like he didn't care about much right then.

He buried his head in his hands once again, and breathed in shaky breaths until he felt his hands stop shaking. He could feel streaks of tears running down his arms, and he removed his hands from his eyes to see his arms soaked.

Drying off his limbs on his sheets, he finally decided to do something about this- thing- before it tore him apart.

Jumping out of bed, he glanced at the digital clock that lay on his nightstand. It read two o'clock in the morning, but Delirious could work with that. It wasn't like his mind was in working order right now anyways.

Throwing on a blue shirt and jacket followed by a pair of black jeans, he reached up to feel for his mask, but realized it wasn't there. Frantically swaying his head around, he found in in pieces next to the wall.

"Shit." He said, walking over to it and picking up some of the pieces. He sure didn't want Vanoss to see his face, but he had come too far to stop now. Throwing the pieces back down on the floor, he quickly slipped on some sneakers before exiting his room, picking up his car keys before heading out his front door.

Walking out to his car, he pressed a button on the pair of keys to unlock his car, then opened the door to the automobile and climbing in. Finding the right key and sliding it into the keyhole and turning it, only then did he realize the reality of the situation he was getting himself into.

Leaning back in his seat, he ran a hand through his hair, eyes wide with fear. "The fuck am I doing?" He asked himself, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. A rejection from his best friend sure wasn't going to help his emotional state at the moment.

Finding himself again and leaning forward in his seat, he grabbed the steering wheel and finally decided to go on with this ridiculous plan, though he still had a certain tug in his chest that threatened to overpower the pull of his heart that told him not to do it. Trying to ignore it, he pulled out of the driveway, and headed to Vanoss's house.

…..

Ahh I'll make this a two-part story, so I'll at least have one complete story to call my own.

Please excuse my shitty writing it's like 12:45 at night so my mind is mush. Also that's why I cussed so many times.

Yeah, I'll get back to Markicest after this story is complete. I'm so sorry for the people who wanted more of that.