*Gonzales's POV*
I was lying on the examination bed for at least two hours, crying. The bros weren't coming for some reason. How much longer was I going to be stuck in a room where Barrel could easily come back and...do who knows what...to me?
The feeling every, it's all the same
It brings me down but I'm the one to blame
I've tried everything to get away
With every passing minute, I found myself hating the bros. Where were they? Why weren't they coming? Did they care that I was missing? I bet they didn't. I was stuck with Barrel. I wanted to stay with him. I could tell if I just did what he wanted, he would maybe be nice...
I was beginning to think it wouldn't really hurt to join the BarrelArmy.
So here I go again
Chasing you down again
Why do I...
do this?
Something began to run down my leg. I sighed, as I knew what it was; it was urine - I was peeing myself. Well, why wouldn't I? I was leaving the BroArmy, that sheltered me. But they didn't care about me anymore. And they weren't my first choice of Army, either.
That's when Barrel bashed through the doors. He padded towards me, purposely making his combat boots click against the tiles. "How's my little prisoner?," he purred. I took a deep breath, sniffled, and put on my "strong face." "I'm not your prisoner anymore," I said firmly, my voice shaking only a little. "I'm joining the BarrelArmy."
Over and over, over and over
I fall for you
Over and over, over and over
I try not to
Barrel smiled. It wasn't a smug smile or a smirk; it was a sweet smile that suited him much better. "That's a good boy," he said softly. "You'll be much better off with us." Barrel unchained me, and helped me sit up.
It feels like everything stays the same
It's dragging me down and I
Can't pull away
Then he cocked his head, and looked at my pants. "Ohh, you poor thing," he whispered. "You've dirtied your pants. Would you like me to clean them for you?" I gasped quietly so Barrel wouldn't hear. He didn't make fun of me for peeing my pants! And he had offered to clean me up? I could trust him...
So here I go again
Chasing you down again
Why do I...
do this?
I nodded. Barrel smiled, and gave me a towel. He wrapped it around my waist, and I gave him my pants and boxers. He had a look at the stains. "Ahh, just a few simple urine stains," he said. "Easy to clean. Have a seat."
Over and over, over and over
I fall for you
Over and over, over and over
I try not to
I strolled over to a couch at one end of the room, and sat down. Barrel put my pants and boxers in a tub of soap and warm water. He gave it a gentle scrub, and took it out. He squeezes out the excess water, and placed it on a windowsill to dry.
"There. Good as new," he said. "I told you it'd be easy to clean." He chuckled softly, and sat on a couch beside the one I was sitting in. I shifted uncomfortably to the right. Barrel must've noticed, because he said, "It's alright. I'm keeping my distance." I relaxed.
Over and over, over and over
You make me fall for you
Over and over, over and over
You don't even try
Neither Barrel nor I said a word for a good five minutes. Finally, Barrel had spoken up. "Look, Gonzales," he said softly. "I'm very, very sorry about what I just did to you. There's no excuse for it at all. I'm sure you're very uncomfortable, but I just want you to know that I'm really, really sorry about it."
So many thoughts
That I can't get out of my head
I try to live without you
Everytime I do I feel dead
I shook my head. "It's alright, Barrel," I said. "Just don't do that again. It scared me and I didn't like it." Barrel nodded softly, and picked up a coffee mug. "Don't worry - I won't. We're teammates now, right?" He paused to take a sip of the steamingly warm coffee in the mug. "And since we are teammates...is there anything about the BroArmy you want to vent to me about? If there is, I'm here to listen."
I know what's best for me
But I want you instead
I'll keep on wasting all my time
I took a deep breath. "Well...they probably knew I was missing...and they would've at least tried to save me. There wasn't even a knock on the door." Barrel nodded gently. "And is that why you were crying?," he asked quietly, taking another sip of his coffee. "Yeah," I answered. "Are there any other tears to let out? I'm not going to insult you. I'm here for trust and comfort." My watery eyes filled up all the way, and I blinked. It allowed tears to drizzle down my half-dried cheeks.
Over and over, over and over
I fall for you
Over and over, over and over
I try not to
Barrel smiled sadly, and put his mug down. He held out his arms to me. I collapsed to my knees in front of him, and fell into his arms, crying and crying. Barrel's arms felt like a shelter - they were safe and warm, and held me close to his chest. His heart pounding inside of his chest whispered that everything would be okay. His breath was a calming breeze that grazed the stop of my head, and had the thick scent of coffee upon it.
Over and over, over and over
You make me fall for you
Over and over, over and over
You don't even try to
Barrel gently stroked my back, whispering softly to me. "Don't cry. Don't cry, I'm right here for you. It'll all be okay."
And I knew that everything would be alright.