Depressed Gothic Raven: No John didn't take many pills just a little too many that's all. Thanks for your reviews I really appreciate them!

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John ran he didn't care where he just had to get away from this place, just for a little while. He carried on running down the hallway that led to the front entrance until he crashed into Scott Summers who was currently holding a stack of test papers and what looked to be Reports of some kind.

John fell on top of Scott who was now lying on the floor on his back. He mumbled something that was supposed to be an apology before standing up and beginning to dash off again until this time Scott grabbed his wrist and pulled him back towards him.

"Where the hell do you think your going?" Asked Scott angrily trying to restrain John from running away again.

"Get off me!" Cried John trying to break free of Scott's grip but to no avail as the other man was far stronger.

"John calm down!" Yelled Scott just as John stopped struggling slightly as he became exhausted. "Now I'm going to let you go now", said Scott slowly " but don't try to run off again. Understood?" Asked Scott slowly.

John nodded as Scott released his grip on his arms.

"Now you are you going to tell me what's wrong or do we have to go and get the Professor to read your mind?" Asked Scott.

John's eyes widened at Scott's last remark and answered, " No! Don't anything but that, I'll tell you but not here…" John said looking around the corridor.

"Fine, we will go to my room," Said Scott pushing John in front of him in the direction of his room.

Bobby pinned the last poster up onto the wall before slouching down onto John's bed. He was exhausted. He didn't even know why he done these things for him, all John ever did was screw things up right. He should have just left everything where it was!

But no he had to go and be the nice guy and fix everything. Bobby wondered where John was as he clambered off John's bed and onto his own, he didn't have any lessons tomorrow, it was a Saturday.

"So you hit him?"

"Yeah…" Said John quietly.

"And that's all that happened?" Requested Scott. John thought for a minute before nodding his head signaling that the answer was yes.

"John you really need to see that violence isn't the answer for everything. Ever since I've known you that's how you've sorted out all your problems… you need to try and calm down"

"Well if people didn't irritate me so much then I wouldn't have to hit them would I?"

Said John angrily trying his best not to lose his temper.

"Sorry? What did Bobby do wrong?"

John mumbled something incoherently before avoiding Scott's gaze behind his ruby coloured shades.

"Speak up"

"No", answered John loud enough for Scott to hear him.

"Good, now stand up, your going back and you're going to apologize." Demanded Scott.

"Look it's late, Bobby doesn't get enough sleep as it is" Stated John.

Scott considered this for a minute before nodding in agreement, "Okay but you will, first thing in the morning"

John nodded and walked out.

"Oh and John, I don't want this to happen again, otherwise you may be punished"

John bit his bottom lip, he didn't like the way that had sounded, it reminded him of his father. "Okay".

He walked swiftly out of the room and began to stride down the large corridors. He was trying to think of what to say to Bobby. Maybe he could just walk in and act like nothing had ever happened. No… he'd done that too many times before, Bobby deserved more than that.

He sighed and opened the door to his room. Bobby was asleep, that was good, and at least he's going to have a good sleep. John walked over to the desk that was positioned in between his and Bobby's bed and sat down. Opening the draw to the left he pulled out a pad of lined paper. He felt like writing a story, and maybe an apology letter to Bobby at the same time….

Bobby groaned and rolled over onto his side, he'd had a stupid dream. He lifted himself up off his bed and peered over at John to see he was still sleeping, no surprise there, John could be very lazy.

He opened his wardrobe, grabbed some clothing and walked into the bathroom to get showered and brush his teeth.

John opened his eyes the moment Bobby had walked into the bathroom, he hadn't slept all night and now he was going to pay the price.

15 minutes later Bobby returned to the bedroom fully dressed and awake. He stopped when he saw an envelope lying on the desk alone. He walked over to the letter and picked it up it was addressed to him.

Bobby

Bobby gasped for a second when he thought that this could be a suicide not but then sighed in relief as he felt John's chest… he was awake. They knew each other better than they knew themselves, even their breathing patterns.

Bobby decided to leave it and see how long John would fake being asleep. He looked at the excellent decoration on the front of the envelope as he thought about how much effort he must have put into it.

He smiled before opening the letter and began to read…

Dear Bobby,

Hi, this is really awkward, but I want to apologize, for everything. I've put you through so much and I know I'm a jerk, you're a good person Bobby and you don't deserve to be treated the way you do. I'm sorry, I don't want you to suffer any more and I think that it would be best if we stopped being friends… You have Marie, you wont have to listen to us bickering anymore, I'm sorry Bobby even though you should please don't hate me, I'm not asking for forgiveness just please don't hate me. I couldn't live with that…

St.John Alerrdyce

P.s: I love you Bobby, thanks for being my friend…

Bobby could feel his eyes watering as the last line stuck in his head, 'I couldn't live with that…' he didn't know whether it was just him being paranoid or was it true that that line was more than just a simple little everyday phrase?

John quickly placed the letter; that was decorating in a light blue, back into the envelope. He sighed before turning to face John.

"Look at me" Demanded Bobby. John didn't move, "John I know your awake"

John sighed quietly and turned over so he was facing Bobby but not looking at him directly.

"What's all this about us not being friends?"

"I don't think it's a good idea to stay as friends Bobby"

"Why not?" Asked Bobby sadly.

"You know why" Answered John bitterly before hitting himself on the forehead for being so damn short tempered.

"It's okay John, I can deal with it, and it's never stopped us before."

"Bobby I'm sorry but we can't be friends, I went to far last" Said John standing up and running into the bathroom.

"John?" Yelled Bobby chasing after John. "Stop running away were sorting this problem out right now!"

"What is there to sort out?" Questioned John through the wooden door. "As far as I'm concerned there is no problem"

Bobby sighed and walked out of the room if only John's last words were true…

People hello! I have a question. Should this story have a happy ending… or a devastating and heartbreaking sad one? You tell me in your reviews. By the way I just thought I might tell you the sad ending will include suicide…

See you later!