More Life of Luxury Oneshots

Chapter 1

Parker and Chester had been friends for a long time. They started filming horror videos together, but little does Chester know Parker may be catching feelings for him. And Chester might be feeling the same.

(TW - Chester Angst, boy love, self harm, suicide attempts, and maybe a bit of smut)

(Chester POV:)
I still remember meeting Parker. I was in grade 3 or 4. People always bullied me about my eyes, or my family. My mother had passed away when I was a young boy. My father had always been in disgust with me. He would abuse me, saying things like:
"Why can't you be like your brother, Chester?! You look like a fucking faggot!" I remember that day well. It was the day I started self-harming. I ran into the bathroom, crying hard. I held a knife in my shaky hands. I started cutting my hands, blooding dripping everywhere. I cut myself so much, I got light-headed and fell to the floor, vision blurry. My brother heard and ran in. I remember his shocked face, as he screamed my name. He pulled off his sweatshirt and wrapped it tight around my bleeding arm, tears streaming down his face. No matter how much my father compared us, he was always kind to me. He called 911 in a panic, begging for help. I'd never really been the same. One day, when I was getting bullied, I heard a voice.
"Dude, what are you doing!? Leave him alone!" The boy said, as he stood in front of me. When the bullies left, he helped me stand and clean the blood up. He smiled.
"My name's Parker, what's yours?" He asked. I smiled a bit.
"I-I'm Chester. Thank you for.. helping me." I nodded. He shrugged it off.
"Don't worry about it. When I saw you on the first day of school, you seemed really nice. And your eyes are really pretty." He blushed a bit.
"Thanks." I smile, oblivious to any romantic meaning that might have. Ever since then, Parker and I became really close friends. We hung out, but I still hadn't told him about my father, my self harm, and how sick I was getting. I threw up any food I ate, couldn't sleep, and had panic attacks a lot. I didn't know whether I should tell Parker. When I turned 13, my brother was 15. He walked in on my father hitting me, and put himself between us. His cry of pain, the way he fell to the floor, bleeding. And the way his smile slowly faded, as the life left his eyes. I screamed his name again and again, begging that he'd wake up. I cursed at my father who stood there, who looked shocked. He'd always cared about my brother. Days later, I stood wearing black on his funeral, crying, holding onto Parker tightly. He ran his fingers through my hair, hushing and comforting me.
"It'll be okay, Chester.. It'll be okay.. I'm here." I was shaking, crying hard. I started coughing. Fuck. I was having a panic attack. Parker stood there, not knowing what to do. I fell to my knees coughing blood, retching. 
"Chester!? What's wrong!? Chester!" Parker knelt down. I opened up my pill bottle and swallowed two. I sighed, resting my head against a wall. Parker wanted an explanation, his face full of worry. I lied, saying I was just in a stage of mourning. He raised an eyebrow, not seeming to believe me. But, Parker didn't question it. He still doesn't know to this day. I am jolted back to reality by Parker's soft voice.

(Parker POV:)
 "Chester? Are you alright?" I asked him, my voice lined with concern. He nods. He combs his hair with his hands. I blush. Chester's so fucking adorable. He's doesn't know it, but I'd had a huge crush on him ever since I first met him. His blue eyes, brunette fluffy hair.. Everything about him. I shook the blush off.
"Are you okay?" He asked me, an eyebrow raised. I panic, dropping my phone. Chester quickly kneels and catches it before it hits the ground.
"I-I'm fine! What are you talking about!?" I laugh nervously. His brows crease. He squeezes my shoulder, and smiles. God damn.. he looks.. so good.. Wait, what!? What the hell am I saying?! I grin a bit back. I wonder when I should tell him I'm bisexual.. He wouldn't judge, would he?.. I sigh a bit. Chester looks concerned again.
"You're not okay. You know, you can tell me anything, right?" He sits me down on my bed, and sits on the chair. He crosses one leg over the other, resting his chin on his fist. I turn red. But, my blush quickly goes away when I see his arm. His sleeve fell when he raises his fist, and I saw bloody cuts all over his arm. My eyes widen. He notices, then looks terrified.
"Fuck.. FUCK!" He panics, and tears form in his eyes.
"Chester-" I begin, reaching out for him. Chester flinches badly, then runs out my bedroom door, crying. Panic rises through my chest. He's not okay. We were only in grade 10, I didn't know what to do. I ran after him, and grabbed his hand.
"Let go! I.." Chester's breathing is heavy and panicked, and he wipes his eyes. I didn't know what to do, so I just pulled him into a hug. Just like on his brother's funeral, I brushed my hand through his hair, rubbing his back. Chester was shaking, but melted into the embrace. I decided to make a sort of move and kiss his head, gently. He freezes a bit, then sits back down on the chair. I sit back on the bed.
"You wanna tell me what's wrong?" I ask him, sighing. He shuts his eyes, then nods.

(Chester POV:) 
I told him. Everything. My father, eating disorders, self-harming, and that suicide attempt I once tried. His eyes widen. He immediately holds my hand.
"Why would you try to kill yourself?!" He looked worried.
"I was just.. done.. with everything. I just grabbed my father's sleeping pills and tried overdosing. My brother found me and took me to a hospital. I'd have been dead if he didn't. Which is what I wanted. So.." I looked away. Suddenly, Parker hugged me tight. I hugged back without hesitation. Then, I heard him say something.
"I love you, Chester." I jolted back. I heard that wrong, right?! No way he likes me back!
"W-What!?" I blush. So does he. Parker nods.
"I know you might not like me back, but-" He starts, but before he can finish, I kiss him.
"I love you too, dumbass." I grin.

(Parker POV)
Holy fuck.. Chester just kissed me. He did it so softly and gently. I.. enjoyed it. As he said those 5 words, I felt myself blush and smile. He laughs. It's sweet. I like to hear it, especially since he doesn't laugh much. I give him a hug, and he falls backwards into the bed. I'm right on top of him. He blushes, then grins.
"Making a move, are we?" He smirked. I flushed.
"N-No. Shut up." I try and look pissed, but can't help but smile.

THE END.

(Hey guys, it's Zoe here. I know this is probably cringe lmfao, but meh. I'm really busy with preparing for exams and school and shit, so I might not update for a little while. I'll try my best tho! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. <3)