Well, I'm not sure how long this story is going to be. Hopefully, It won't stretch over fifty chapters, unless you want it to. :3 Anyway, to the new chapter.
How the hell did I get in this position? Why the hell did I even come here? Oh my god. I was going to have to kill myself after this. Kenny pulled away, just as surprised as I was. I tried to control my voice, though I was out of luck. "Done yet?" My voice cracked and I sounded more than pathetic.
"Yea..." he took a step back, shaking his head to probably clear his thoughts. "Yea, I'm done... Unless..."
His voice drowned out because I was already running out his door and down the steps. My mind was racing. Why did I kiss back? It was Kenny motherfucking McCormick. He always got what he wanted. Always... I shuddered at the thought of that. I continued out the front door and I could feel his eyes on me through his window. just keep running. Just keep running from him and never turn back.
I slammed into something, something soft yet hard. I fell backwards at the contact, wincing. "Dude, are you okay?" It was a familiar voice but I didn't have enough room in my mind to figure out who it belonged to. I needed to get room, do something, before I went insane with all these thoughts. "Nitro?" the voice sounded worried now. "Nitro!" I felt hands grasp my arm and pull me up. "What the hell happened?" I didn't have enough strength to answer, just slumping against them. Please, take me away. Kill me. Anything. That's what I wanted to say.
I was being carried now, carried off to God knows where. I heard the opening of a door and warm air rushing against me. I shivered as I was placed on what I guess was a couch. I finally opened my eyes. There was no one around me, but I was now sitting on a red couch surrounded by beige walls. Familiar room, but I couldn't place a finger on it. There were voices in the next room but I couldn't hear them over the beating of my heart. God, it was loud.
Soon, a brunette came back with a tray of food. Tea, bread, and a bowl of soup. I offered a small smile and took the food. "...thanks..." The brunette sat next to me and wrapped an arm around me. I shuddered at the contact and the arm was retracted almost instantly.
"Nitro, what happened?" The voice asked slowly, patiently. I shook my head, taking a bite of the bread. I couldn't eat more than that. My stomach wouldn't allow it.
Just then, a taller noirette entered the room. "Where did he come from?
"I was heading towards Starks Pond when I found him. I have no idea where from though..."
"Was it McCormick?" At the name, I winced slightly.
"What did he do to you, Nitro?"
"Nothing..." i murmured, searching for the door. I don't want questions, I want out.
"Then what happened?" I shook my head. New question. "Why are you so out of it?"
Because I just fucking kissed back, you idiot! "I'm not out of it."
"Yes you are."
Why won't the noirette talk? I like it when he talks more than the brunette. Then he opened this mouth to speak.
"He's a philophobic. He's afraid of falling in love with him." The noirette said, leaving the room. Was I?
So there you go. I'm so tired right now -o- sorry if it sucks. I'll try better next time. If there is a next time...