A/N: Hey guys! I'm so so sorry it took me forever to update, I've just been dealing with some huge writer's block, but here i am! Happy reading!

"You're an idiot, you know."

Sebastian opened his eyes blearily, letting them focus on his surroundings for a moment.

He was in the hospital.

"You're quite possibly the stupidest person I've ever met. Not counting Chaz, i seriously doubt he's got anything up there if he doesn't realize that Justin is practically eye-groping him every time they meet."

The Stuart furrowed his brow in confusion, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

"What is so horribly wrong with you that you went and sat in the middle of the highway? Have you gone mad?" Evan said softly, unconsciously stroking the other boy's hand.

It clicked. It was Evan! His Evan! His poor, beautiful Evan..he had hurt him so much, why was he here?

"All the best people are, Brightman."

Evan looked at him oddly for a moment. And he laughed. He laughed until he had tears streaming down his face and he was clutching his non-existent stomach. "You..oh my god, you make it really hard to hate you."

Sebastian felt his stomach drop. "You want to hate me?"

Evan raised an eyebrow. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

He shrugged. "I can't."

"You slushied me. You ridiculed me. You..I don't even know anymore. What's wrong with you?!"

"I loved you."

Evan sat up straight. "You what?"

Sebastian smirked, starting to feel like his old self again. "You have ears that work, y'know."

"Well, if I heard what I think I did, i don't think they do."

"God, do i really have to spell it out?"

"Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you're a prick! You can't just go around telling people you love them, messing around with their brains and their feelings! Besides...I have a boyfriend."

"Do you love him?"

"What?"

"I'm sure you don't actually love Dwight. You used him. You used him to get over someone, didnt you?"

"Stop it-"

"You used him because you didn't want to have to deal with the actual object of your affection, correct?"

"No-"

"Of course you did. Your brother actually loves him. Not you. You didn't even show any interest in him until Ethan hooked up with that twink bitch from hell."

"Shut up-!"

"Tell me the truth, do you love him?"

"Sebastian-"

"No really, I'd like to know."

"No! There, alright? I don't love him. I never did. You know why? Because i had you on my mind every time i was with him! Because you just couldn't stay away!"

Sebastian felt like he couldn't breathe. Evan loved him. Evan Brightman loved him.

"Do you love me?"

"I..I don't know."

"Certainly you don't love Dwight?"

"I-I don't."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Who do you love then?"

"I don't love. Not anymore." Evan cast his eyes down towards the hospital tile, counting the tiny black specks in the white marble. He felt like that was his life. It was perfect, but there were still spots of darkness.

"Jesus, no need to get all Tim Burton on me."

"Screw you, Sebastian! Screw you and your perfect hair and your sea-green eyes and your fucking lacrosse body and just, jesus christ Smythe. I hate you."

"No you don't."

Evan looked up at the boy in the hospital bed, unshed tears filling up in his icy blue eyes. "You're right. I don't. I loathe you."

Sebastian cracked a smile, and that was enough for Evan. He surged forward and whipped his hand across the Stuart's face, a look of pure rage on his face. "Do you think this is a game? I don't like you!" The blonde went to slap him again before Sebastian shot his arm out and caught his wrist.

"You can pass yourself off as a tortured soul all you want to. But I know different. Your eyes speak millions more than your words ever could."

"What are my eyes saying, huh? Because it's incorrect if its anything other than "Fuck off".

Sebastian sighed and spoke softly, trying one last time to get through to the troubled blonde before him. "You just want someone to love you, don't you? I see the scars, Evan. I see all of them. Physical and mental. Even if you put your walls up, there's always gonna be someone to knock it down, and you had the misfortune to have your someone be me. Because you aren't broken, you know. No, you aren't. Just bent."

Evan squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers gripping the pure white sheets of the hospital bed and a few tears dripping down his cheeks. "My life is a mess, Sebastian. A complete, failing mess. We used to be so happy, my brother and I. We had pretty much every dream kid's life. We had two parents who weren't divorced, we had a large house in the city, we had a loving sister who always put us first..we had a fortune, fame, whatever. Whatever we wanted, we got it. And even when we were at our first couple years at Dalton, we were having the time of our lives with our best friends. Now half of us barely speak anymore, if at all. Ethan and I get physically and verbally abused every time we step foot in our own home, but our home is supposed to be a safe place..it's supposed to be an escape. But it's not. Nothing is an escape anymore. We don't have anywhere to hide. We didn't have anyone but each other. And now, I've even lost my own brother to some stuck-up ass and I'm alone. So yeah, Sebastian. I'm not broken. Just bent." The blonde hung his head slightly, trying to recompose himself. Why did he confess all his troubles to a Stuart of all people?

Sebastian chewed on his lip for a couple minutes before speaking. "Broken people don't have love. You, however, you're very loved. Even with everything that's going on, Windsor house still loves you to death. I'm sure your brother still loves you. I love you."

"Why?"

"Because."

"That didn't answer my question."

"That's too bad, then."

"Sebastian."

"Because I think you're beautiful. Because I think you're one of the most selfless people I know." Evan opened his mouth to protest but Sebastian silenced him with a pale finger pressed to his mouth. "Because of your hair and your eyes and all that clichè stuff. But most of all, because you have feelings. Emotions. Emotions that you don't stuff down with tiny capsules from a brightly colored bottle. Emotions that you aren't afraid to show, or haven't up until recently. You jump when you're happy, you cry when you're sad, you destroy when you're angry. You feel. That, I think, is what makes me love you."

Evan could only stare on incredulously. He honestly couldn't believe what he was hearing. All he could do was scoot forward, taking in the bruised face of someone he once considered to be his enemy. He tilted his head to the side curiously, looking very much like a small child. He leant forward and cupped Sebastian's cheek, watching as the taller boy nuzzled into the touch slightly. He flicked his eyes downward and almost jumped at how close their lips were.

"Your hand is warm."

"Shut up." Evan murmured, finally closing the distance between them and kissing the older boy. He was unable to stop himself from winding his fingers into the soft hair of the brunette. Soon, Sebastian kissed back. Evan eventually pulled away and looked at the boy in the hospital bed, his eyes a mixture of anger, want, and something else Sebastian couldn't quite place.

"I hate you." Evan murmured, nuzzling his face in the crook of his neck and slinging an arm across his chest.

"I know."

Ethan woke up sprawled on the cold tile floor of his dorm bathroom, shivering and dazed. He tilted his head and saw the empty prescription bottle that had rolled to the other side of the room. He sighed. No one had gone to look for him. Again. Like always, he muttered, pushing himself up onto his elbows. He looked around the spacious bathroom, far too lavish even in Dalton's standards. He didn't like it. It was too cold and calculating. He stood up shakily and walked over to the mirror that hung above the sink, bowing his head and gripping the corners of the sink. He turned the tap on and splashed the cool water on his face, letting it drip from his forehead and his cheeks. He turned it off after a while and looked up into the mirror, freezing when he saw someone catching his eye. He spun quickly to find a skinny, pale, sexy figure looming in the doorway.

"Ethan."

"D-Dwight? W-What're you doing here?"

"We need to have a little talk."

Ethan backed up a little, scooting towards the bath. To be honest, he was a little bit frightened.

"About?"

"Why're you being such an ass?"

Ethan blinked. "Pardon?"

"You heard me, Ethan." Dwight said, stepping onto the tiled floor of the bathroom and narrowing his eyes, walking right in front of the blonde.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bullshit."

Ethan could only look on in amazement. He was so not used to hearing Dwight curse, and he had been doing it an awful lot lately.

"Want to explain to me why you're being so awful to your own brother?"

Ethan stood up, stepping towards Dwight. He was getting pissed.

"Want to explain to me why you even care? Why the hell are you dating my brother in the first place?!"

"Because he deserves someone who loves him! Like you obviously do not. Do you even talk to him anymore? Ever? Because if you did, you would know the horrible things your "boyfriend" says to him."

"Andrew wouldn't do that." Ethan protested.

"You obviously know nothing about Andrew. You know nothing him and you knew nothing about him when you met, but yet you still decided to fucking date him because apparently it's love at first sight, right?"

"How did you know that-"

"It's none of your business!" Dwight snapped, crossing his arms tightly.

"It is my business if its concerning my boyfriend and I."

"Ethan, shut the fuck up about Andrew! He doesn't love you! He's using you, goddammit!"

"No he isn't!"

Ethan was really confused about all this. He didn't know why he was defending Andrew. He loved Dwight.

"Yes he is! God, why are you so fucking dense?"

"I'm not dense."

"Obviously you are or else you'd realize that i don't actually love your brother, because i love you!"

Ethan frowned. "You what?"

"Fucking hell, Ethan! Your ears work! I love you! There. I said it." Dwight said, leaning against the sink.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't I tell you?! You're such a dense motherfucker that you didn't even realize i have a crush on you? My god."

"Dwight, I seriously have to ask, what the fuck has gotten into you?"

"Your brother's dick."

"Really?!"

"No."

Ethan sighed and leaned against the bathtub. "You've changed."

"It's a part of life."

Ethan nodded. "I know. I just liked you better before you started dating my brother."

Dwight sighed. "I've got to get going."

"Wait!"

Dwight turned and raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Ethan ran forward and cupped the younger boy's face in his hands, kissing him softly. Ethan broke away and watched as Dwight stared at him, dumbfounded.

"You suck, Ethan. You really fucking suck."

"Since when?"

"Since always."

Ethan snorted. "You didn't seem to think so when I killed that spider for you."

"You didn't really kill it, you let it out the window because you thought i wasn't looking."

"Right, well-"

"I've got to go, Ethan. I'll see you around." Dwight said, walking through Ethan's door and slamming it shut.

Ethan went and sat on his bed, playing with the edges of the sheets. That was definitely an interesting encounter. Not one that he wanted, really. He was in deep shit. He lost his brother, soon his boyfriend, and his best friend.

He had some fixing to do.

Ethan went down to the common room, hand in hand with Andrew, and sat down at one of the couches. Andrew was babbling on about something and he really couldn't care less about what it was. Instead he was planning on what he was going to do about Andrew. He didn't like him. At all.

"Ethan, what do you think about this for my new car?"

"Hm?"

"Are you even paying attention to me?"

"What?"

"Ethan!" Andrew whined, slapping his arm lightly.

"Jesus, no need to resort to violence, what do you want?"

Andrew scowled, standing up and turning to face Ethan.

"Why don't you ever listen to me?"

"I listen to you."

"No you don't! You just sit there and mope over who knows what and pretend to listen!"

Ethan shrugged.

"See! You aren't even defending yourself!"

"I'm sorry."

"No you aren't!"

Ethan stood up and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

"Andrew! Shut up!"

Andrew jumped and looked at Ethan. "Excuse me?"

"You fucking heard me."

By now all of the common room was watching, most with grins on their faces.

"Why are you being so rude?"

"Oh shut it. I know about all the horrible things you say to my brother and Dwight when I'm not there. You're nothing but a huge hypocrite."

"Ethan, i was only doing it because they aren't good for you!"

"You can't choose my friends. They're my family. And I'm not letting myself lose my own brother again."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm breaking up with you, dumbass."

"What?! But I love you!"

"Andrew, stop bullshitting me and leave."

"But-"

"He fucking said leave, bitch!" Dwight yelled, rolling his eyes.

"No one asked you!" Andrew shot back.

"Well, I believe your boyfriend did when he sucked my face last night, honey."

Everyone's heads shot towards Dwight's direction. He shrugged. "It's true."

Andrew shrieked. "Why the hell would you do that, Ethan?!"

"Because I love him? Because I hate you? Take your pick."

"What?!"

Dwight stood up and started pushing the sandy-haired boy towards the common room doors, despite all of his protesting and kicking.

"See you in hell."

When Dwight turned around everyone's eyes were on him once again. "What?"

"Dude..you've gotten totally badass since you started dating Evan." David said, Wes nodding his agreement beside him.

Dwight shrugged. "I've picked up on a couple things. But I'm not dating Evan anymore."

"What?" Ethan said, whipping his head around and staring at the dark-haired boy.

"We broke up. We just aren't right, is all. We're still friends."

Ethan rushed over and grabbed Dwight around his waist, kissing him for the second time that day. This time, Dwight actually kissed back. Ignoring the catcalls and jeers, they pretty much kept kissing until the need for air was really necessary.

"You're insane, Ethan."

"All the best people are."