((Bones POV yaaaaay!:) ))
Thus began Jim's avoidance game.
Oh, Len is going to study Chemistry in Mrs. Rushing's room after school? Well, you know Jim won't be.
It was tearing Leonard apart. He just couldn't figure out what the hell he had done to piss off his closest friend. After Jim had passed out (which WAS rather strange now that he thought about it) Len had managed to wake him up with a splash of water to the face. Then, Jim had bolted. He wouldn't even answer text messages for fuck's sake!
It had been another stressful day. Len had to endure being lab partners with nose-picker Noah since Jim wouldn't even glance in his direction and on top of that he had about 5 tests to study for. He made his way over to Jim to rant about school stress before catching himself and quickly turning tail.
{Fuck, this is getting hard to do}!
He got home and still didn't feel any better than before. However, he vehemently denied his mother's accusation that he was "moping". Leonard McCoy did not mope, dammit! Haphazardly throwing his backpack on the floor, he collapsed onto his bed. Everything was useless, fucking hopeless. Len glanced at his phone just for the heck of it to see that someone actually HAD texted him.
{It's probably my mom or something, I need to stop being so damn hopeful}
He was beyond shocked to see a message from Jim. He had never been so wary yet relieved by one text.
"Meet me in the parking lot after school tomorrow, we need to talk."
Jim knew he had to stay away from Bones, but that didn't make it any easier. All he ever wanted to do was talk to Bones. Or even just be near him, for that matter. So, here he was again, waiting for Sulu, at his now noticeably empty lunch table. Not even the terrible but undeniably consistent school slop could cheer him up. Thankfully, Sulu showed up before Jim became too engrossed in his despair.
"Hey, Jimmy-boy! Why the long face?"
"Look, I'm really not in the mood today so could you just… not be yourself for like twenty minutes. That'd be grand."
Sulu set down his tray, surprisingly unfazed by Jim's sour attitude.
"Jim, I know you're upset about your lover's spat with McCoy-"
"It wasn't a-"
"If you don't shut up for five minutes, Jim, I swear..."
Jim was still pissed, but he figured it couldn't hurt to let Sulu ramble on for a few minutes.
"Alright, so whatever happened between you and McCoy must've been pretty damn bad. However, that doesn't mean he deserves getting the cold shoulder from you. I may not know what happened, but I do know that you can fix it. I get that you don't like telling people things and that you have a lot of secrets. Despite that, you have told him more things in a matter of weeks than you have told me in the five years we've been acquainted. Do you really thing one problem is enough to ruin a bond like that? Because if so than I feel damn sorry for you."
Jim mulled over what Sulu had said for the remainder for the day. Every time he had to avoid Bones he felt the guilt slowly eating him away. And after a while, he just said fuck it.
"Meet me in the parking lot after school tomorrow, we need to talk."
The words surprised him, but there was no going back now.
((Sorry it took so long to update, I promise the next chapter will be longer!))