Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own a bit. I wish i owned Dutchy though. :)
Author's Note: Okay. This part of the fic actually happened...kinda. At my school something similar to this happened a while ago. Other than that, this fic is a product of my twisted imagination 3
Dutchy walked into the class, wondering where Specs was. He hadn't been online last night and hadn't called. The morning announcements cut into his thoughts, the annoying grating of the principals voice laden with grief. "Hello students. This is your principal Mr. Merral. It is with a heavy heart that I bear some very bad news. Last night at approximately 5:30 PM, two cars containing three Madison students were driving down Vale road headed towards Hunter Mill, when one of the cars lost control and was driven off the road into a tree." Dutchy remembered that, he had heard the crash when he was driving home from work that day.
"The driver of the car, Zaccariah 'Specs' Davidson, was killed on impact, and the passenger, Collin Conlon, was rushed to the hospital and is currently being treated for life threatening injuries-" Dutchy stopped listening then. He wasn't capable of hearing anymore. His two best friends were in the hospital. 'Except that Specs isn't in the hospital. NO. It's not true. It can't be true.' he thought, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He didn't want to believe that his boyfriend of five years wasn't going to come up to him at lunch, smile, and give him a hug, saying that it was all just a big misundertsanding. Numbly, he walked out of the classroom, past Mr. Peterson, who didn't even try to stop him. Everyone knew that Dutchy and Specs had been dating, and everyone knew just how close to breaking down Dutchy was just by looking at him.
As he walked down the halls, he absently noted Spot walking behind him, his head in the crook of Race's neck, who was currently trying to comfort him. When he reached the office, he wasn't that surprised to note that their were numerous students from both the Drama department and the football team there, trying to comfort one another at the loss of Specs, and Collin's injuries. As he walked past, followed by Spot and Race, everyone stepped aside to let them through, almost like he was Moses and they were the sea, the sympathy welling up like waves inside their eyes. He opened the door to see all of his friends sitting there. Skittery and Snitch, Blink, Mush, Bumlets, Pie Eater, Swifty, Snoddy, and even Myya, Spot's younger sister. They all looked up as he entered, the room's quiet comforting turning to complete silence at their arrival. Myya ran to Spot, throwing her arms around him and breaking the silence with her sobs. Skittery, who Dutchy would later find out was the driver of the other car, came up and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Dutchy...I'm...look...I'm so sorry...I really am." he finished, turning his head to hide the tears. This, along with everything else that had happened to shatter his life, was too much, and for the first time since he was five years old, Dutchy broke down and sobbed his heart out in the arms of his friends.
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