I Think You're My Best Friend
A/N: Hello my dudes. This story is going to be Huntbastain friendship. (Sorry, but I see Hunter as straight. I mean not the douchey "nah man that's gay" straight, but straight nevertheless.) The first chapter is basically Sebastian's backstory so everyone understands his behavior in the next chapter. They're tiny babies here, Seb is 15. The age makes sense to me because I wanted him to be old enough to have his usual Sebastian assholeyness but I didn't want him to be old enough to drive. This chapter is kind of angsty but I swear there will be a happy ending okay I'm not a complete monster. (Also the title will make more sense later.)
T/W: for mild abuse. Read at your own risk my friends.
Sebastian held a water bottle to his face pathetically, whining and flopping around on his bed like a distressed fish. Hunter was at lacrosse practice so Sebastian was free to mope around their dorm for a few hours without his roommate's wondering eyes. It was a good plan until he fell asleep with his face pressed up against said water bottle. That's how Hunter found him.
"Sebastian, why are you sleeping on a water bottle?"
Sebastian jumped at Hunter's voice, startled out of his light sleep. "Because it's comfortable?" he reasoned reasonably.
"Do you have a toothache?"
Sebastian filched at Hunter's question. "No. Where would you get that conclusion from?"
"Donno. Just makes sense that that would help. Are you sure you're not lying?"
"Yes."
"I think you're lying."
"Well I'm not."
"Now you're lying about lying."
"Shut up Hunter, I don't like you."
"Ah, see now you're telling the truth. Let's keep doing that."
Sebastian sighed. "Leave me alone, Hunter."
"Are you hiding your toothache because you're afraid? You probably just need a filling and those aren't bad. I had one last year and it didn't hurt. If you're in pain then it's really not worth it because fillings are really easy."
Now Sebastian put a pillow over his head dramatically so he couldn't hear Hunter. "I don't care, Hunter."
"You should get your tooth fixed."
"It doesn't need fixing."
"I should call your mom, I bet she'd make you."
That got a reaction out of Sebastian and he uncovered his head from the pillow. "I swear to god Hunter, don't you dare fucking tell her!"
"Ha! You just admitted it," Hunter said. "Your tooth hurts. You're an idiot. Just get it fixed, Sebastian."
Sebastian groaned, now realizing the hole he just plummeted himself into. "Hunter, please just drop it. I don't want to get it fixed."
"Sebastian, that doesn't make any sense. If your tooth hurts why wouldn't you want it fixed? Pain doesn't feel good, dude," Hunter lectured.
"Exactly the reason I don't want it fixed. I don't want it to hurt. What I'm feeling now isn't that bad anyway."
"That's stupid."
"You're stupid."
"I mean you're probably right but what's your point?" Hunter sat down on the bed next to Sebastian. "I don't understand what you mean when you say you don't want it to hurt, because if you didn't want it to hurt then you'd get it fixed."
"It doesn't make sense that someone drilling into my damn teeth would be painless, Hunter."
"It makes perfect sense. They give you medicine so you don't feel it. Have you really never had a filling before?"
"Not recently. I think I did when I was younger, but I remember crying a lot so I think it hurt. That's why I don't want to do it," Sebastian tried to explain, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt uncomfortably.
"You were probably just scared. Little kids cry a lot when they're at the dentist because they're scared or don't want to open their mouth, it's usually a stupid reason. Trust me, it will be fine. Just consider telling your mom so you can get it fixed, alright? Teeth don't heal so it's only going to get worse."
"I'll think about it," Sebastian mumbled. That wasn't a lie, he thought about it for a second before deciding he wasn't going to.
Hunter however grew impatient when Sebastian 'thought about it' for an entire month. He was clearly miserable, and he wouldn't stop complaining about how much his tooth hurt, and after a while Hunter got tired of his shit and called Sebastian's mom because he clearly wasn't going to do it on his own. He didn't feel bad about it because it was really for his own good. Soon after Sebastian's mom flew in and took it upon herself to handle the situation.
So that's where Sebastian found himself. "Mom, please don't. Hunter was lying, my tooth doesn't hurt. I promise it doesn't. Please don't make me do this," he begged.
"Sebastian, you're being ridiculous. If it doesn't hurt then you have nothing to worry about, right? You are doing this. It isn't up for debate," his mother said simply.
Sebastian was trembling as they walked in, and he felt like he was going to throw up.
"Hi, I'm here with my son Sebastian. There should be an appointment for him."
"Sebastian Smyth? Okay, you can follow me," a lady in black scrubs greeted as soon as his mother announced who he was. He heard his mother say something about how she was please with the lack of wait time, but Sebastian thought it was a little shady. Wouldn't a good establishment be sort of busy? Maybe he was just being paranoid.
"Go Sebastian. You'll be fine. Don't give them any trouble."
Sebastian grimaced at his mother's reprimand. He wasn't seeing any reasonable escape options, so he followed the woman back to a room. "So one of your molars is bothering you, right?"
"It's fine," Sebastian muttered.
The women hummed in response. "Okay, then I'll just have the dentist come in and take a look around. Go ahead and sit down and he'll be back shortly."
Sebastian begrudgingly sat down and allowed a paper bib to be put over him. He sat there for a few minutes, trying to convince himself that he'd be okay; only really coming up with stupid reasons like 'well I probably won't die'. Sooner than he would have liked an older man with graying hair came in. "So Sebastian, your mom tells me you've got a tooth that's bothering you," he said as he came in and washed his hands.
Sebastian's heart was pounding at this point and he was sure the contents of his stomach would empty itself at any second. "Believe it or not, you're not the first one who's told me that today," he remarked, "but no I don't. My teeth are fine."
That seemed to be amusing because the man let out a small laugh. "Alright, we'll see about that." He walked back over. "So how old are you?" he asked, reclining the chair.
Sebastian hated small talk, but he answered, if for no other reason than to keep tools out of his mouth. "I'm 15. I'll be 16 in March."
"Oh, I see," he said, flipping on the light and shining it over Sebastian's mouth. "Alright Sebastian, I need you to open your mouth so I can see what's going on."
Sebastian glanced at the two tools in his hands in damn near horror. "I told you that everything's fine," he persisted.
"If everything's fine then why you aren't you opening your mouth, Sebastian?" he said, smirking from under his mask. "Open," he instructed again.
Sebastian squirmed uncomfortably, realizing there wasn't an 'out' here. So he kept his eye glued on the tools as he slowly opened his mouth.
The dentist wasted no going in and taking a look around. "Hm... Are you sure you aren't feeling any pain, Sebastian?" he asked as he approached the sore tooth. He look at it for a few seconds before scratching at it.
Sebastian felt him digging at his sore tooth and held back a flinch at the shock of pain. He shook his head childishly.
"Really? My explorer is getting caught here. Teeth are supposed to be hard and it's pretty soft right here, indicating this is a cavity. A decent sized one at that. You're certain that you aren't feeling this?" As to prove a point he dug the explorer into the sore area.
Sebastian couldn't hide how much it hurt that time. "Ah!" he said, flinching away.
The dentist laughed a little. "That's what I thought," he said, putting down his tools. "I'll be back in a few minutes, and we'll get right to fixing that for you," he said condescendingly.
Sebastian laid there blinking back tears as the guy left. His tooth was now aching even more and he was silently trying to keep panic attack from erupting. He wanted to leave so damn badly, but the idea of trying to explain this to his mother kept him there. 'He's scary and kind of mean' wouldn't go over too well. She never took him seriously anyway.
The assistant came in and took x-rays of his tooth, and a few minutes later the dentist came back in and was ready to start. Now they were both hovering over him again, and Sebastian was starting to rethink this. Maybe he could just walk, or ran, running seemed reasonable right now, back to Dalton.
"Alright Sebastian, open up again. I'm going to numb you now. This will pinch a little but it shouldn't be too bad."
Sebastian was tempted to shake his head and refuse, but at this point he was feeling too embarrassed to protest so he opened anyway. As expected the dentist then stabbed him with the needle, and the anesthetic stung terribly going in but after a few seconds he started to go kind of numb.
"Good Sebastian. Let's start, this shouldn't take long."
"A-aren't you supposed to wait a little longer? I'm not numb yet," Sebastian fretted.
"This stuff acts pretty fast. You'll be fine. Go ahead and open up again."
Sebastian numbly openly his mouth again, and this time he was greeted with the loud squeal of a drill, and the sound alone was panic-inducing. It didn't hurt at first, but slowly the uncomfortable pressure melted into a painful sting. He really tried to ignore it, but this was really starting to hurt. His breathing got more rapid and he was gripping the armrest.
"It always is the lower first molars that are the most sensitive," he commented. "This area is harder to get numb, so this might feel a little more uncomfortable. Just hang in there, son."
Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut and crossed his arms. His feet were moving around uncomfortably and he was trying not to flinch. The stinging was really painful and he couldn't stay still. When he moved his mouth starting closing out of instinct.
"I need you to keep still, Sebastian. You can't close your mouth either. You're just dragging this out for longer than it needs to be," the dentist sighed. He made his assistant retrieve a mouth prop from a drawer and he stuck it into Sebastian's mouth. "Stay still or I'll have my assistant hold your head still, Sebastian. Don't be difficult," he reprimanded before picking up his work once again.
Sebastian's mouth was now held open painfully wide and the pain of the drill returned. The now violent stabbing pains continued and he was forced to lay there and take it.
The dentist paused temporarily to dig at the hole he made in Sebastian's tooth with the explorer. "Hm... This one is deeper than I thought. There's still decay I need to get out. Sebastian, you really should have come in sooner. This cavity is deep," he comment, still digging at the tooth.
Sebastian cringed at the violently digging movement and he turned his head away.
"Oh Sebastian, don't be such a girl about this. It's not that bad. I'm nearly finished, I just need to get this last bit of decay."
The assistant now held his head in place as the dentist went back to drilling at his tooth again. Sebastian was hyperventilating now and cringing with every movement of the drill. This was literal torture and at this point he was hoping he'd faint. He shamefully laid there and let the horrible dentist drill away at his tooth, crying and trembling. After a few more minutes it stopped and the dentist filled his tooth with an ugly silver filling material. The second Sebastian was free he found the nearest bathroom and reached violently into the toilet as his stomach physically couldn't hold it in anymore. Never again.
His mom dropped him back off at school and she left, and Sebastian went back to his dorm room. Naturally Hunter bombarded him with questions as soon as he walked in the door.
"How was it?" Hunter asked, sitting up on his bed and propping himself up on one elbow to look at Sebastian.
"Fuck you, Hunter. Don't you dare fucking talk to me. You went behind my back and told her! I know it was you, nobody else knew."
"You wouldn't have done it otherwise. Well, even if you hate me your face doesn't hurt anymore so I'm fine with it," Hunter shrugged.
"Don't pretend that you care about me. Not after putting me through that. Fuck you, Hunter," Sebastian fumed. He then went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and turning on the shower so Hunter wouldn't hear him breakdown. He never thanked Hunter for what he did, he didn't talk about it, and the experience was something that would continue to haunt him for years to come.
A/N: Wowie, that was sad. I'm sorry. The next chapter (which I actually wrote before this, this chapter was originally a flashback) is much happier in comparison to this one. It takes place 12 years later. Hopefully I'll have it up soon because I have a good portion of it written already. This story will probably have 2 more chapters. So is anyone reading this? What do you guys think? Tell me in a review is you want to. I'll love you forever and ever if you do! :D (Also is the title lame? Just because it's a Fall Out Boy quote doesn't make it cool, you feel me?)