Do You Blame Yourself?

[Chapter 40] - The Eye Of The Storm

Well.

That was that.

What was next?

They had gotten this far, so what was next to do for the world?

Or what was next to do for themselves?

Another night had come and gone, and they were left with the crumbs of yesterday.

"So, what's next? What do we do now?" Kwazii looked down at Peso, who was leaning against the wall.
"I don't know. What do normal couples do now?"
"Normal? You really think we're a normal couple?" he asked, making him laugh a bit.
"No, everyone's different, but what do we do?"

Kwazii paused for a moment, looking off for a second or two. He kept the silence, mentally holding it in a chokehold.
"Do we just hold hands and waddle into the kitchen as stiff as boards?" Peso suggested.
"Would you call me mad if I said that might be a better idea than what I had in mind?"
"I would if I knew what you were thinking. And I really don't want that ability. God forbid I see something in your mind that I didn't need to see." He turned away, eyes widened.

...

"I swear, this little..."
"Hm?"
"I feel like whatever the captain is going to say next, I'm not going to like it," Kwazii muttered, tightening his grip on Peso's hand.
"Slow down, maybe he won't say anything. Maybe no one will say anything."
"Oh that's unlikely. Very unlikely, sorry to say."

Peso sighed, bringing Kwazii's hand up to his mouth. "I know that, I'm just hoping that's how things will go."
"I might make myself a singular waffle just to slap the captain with," he said, making the two laugh.

"I just don't think they'll mind, they might just make it a big deal."
"Over this? Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

~

Nothing.

Nothing yet.

That was the keyword: yet.

"There's absolutely no way they just... won't talk about it. It's not like everyone forgot, that's impossible," Peso whispered, leaning to his side.
"Unless we never did it, it was all some sort of dream," Kwazii replied.
"I know it wasn't a dream, but something's off."

"Nothing's off, we just aren't surprised," Barnacles cut in, overhearing their conversation.

To be fair, it really isn't easy to keep quiet when you're quite literally panicking like crazy over something. It was very common around here at this point.

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?!" Kwazii exclaimed, tossing his hands into the air.
"Depends on how you take that."
"I'm taking that badly."

"What are you surprised about? There's not much to be surprised at, to be fair," Peso asked.
"I don't think anyone's surprised at much, other than the fact that you guys decided to announce everything so soon," Barnacles answered.

"You'd bug us until we would, did we really have a choice?"
"Kwaz, we did. We just decided to get it done and out of the way. Simple as that."

...

So suddenly.

That's how things were going.

Not that it was a problem, no. It was just fast.

It's not like they have never had any experience with things going fast.

"So tell me, what do you think is most important when it comes to something this serious?" Peso questioned, craning his neck to meet his stare.
"What do you mean by that?" Kwazii looked up, eyes leaving the floor.
"What's most vital in keeping stability in a relationship?"
"Are any of us stable around here?"

"No, I mean..." He let out a laugh. "To keep a relationship stable."
"So would some of those things be bare necessities? Like taking care of each other, unconditionally loving the other, not giving up on the other, that stuff?"

Peso's face dropped, like a realization had just smacked him right upside the head. "We did all that before you confessed," he said sternly.
"We did?"
"Yes?"

Wouldn't that explain why a certain few people were constantly on their asses?

Yes, yes it does.

~

A throbbing pain shot through the side of Kwazii's head, almost like he had been shot or something.

That's what it felt like, at least.

But him smacking his head against his pillow did not help whatsoever. If he had laid still for a few seconds, he could just feel the slightest bit of his pulse racing through his head. It was almost like a pounding drum, ringing in the back of his mind and poisoning his hearing. He felt like ripping out his hair, knocking on his own head like a door, almost like he was trying to knock the pain out of his head like water stuck in his ears.

At this point, he had already resorted to ice packs, anything that had to do with water, including dunking his own head into the sink like that would help.

Maybe heat would help, but that only made it worse.

So there he lay, staring into the air, afraid of moving his face. It would only send ripples of stinging pain through his head.

Oh, so everything was calm, everything was perfectly fine until suddenly the gods just decided it was time to send him through hell and back.

At some point, Kwazii would probably blame the expired yogurt he ate two hours before.

Which wasn't a good idea, it was almost midnight now.

"Rest in peace my bowel movements..."

He had said that earlier before downing another yogurt.

Don't blame him, yogurt was the absolute best.

But now, he ended up pushing his hands against the sides of his head, now trying to squeeze the pain out. He was not about to go and bother Peso about it. He wanted to give him one night without problems.

He loved him too much to bother him at this hour, he just wanted to let him be. Give him some peace and quiet for once in a while.

It would just be easier to sleep, but even that was hard. Closing his eyes gave him the same reaction as moving his eyes did.

And that hurt like a bitch.

Once he had finally fallen asleep, any person would've thought he was dead based on the odd sleeping position he was in. Maybe he broke his own back just trying to sleep? Maybe his neck? The world would never know.

But what the world would know was what he had dreamt of that night.

It wasn't a dream, dreamt wasn't the best word to use.

It was like he had been through hell and back, and he had returned with the most hellish of nightmares.

Words: 1091 Words
me???? publishing??? shocking rn ngl
but anyways
a) school is beating my ass
b) my sleep schedule is ruined
c) my mental health has deteriorated
but im thriving *gay sparkle* anyways the next chapters might seem a bit boring but i swear things r gonna get VERY intense