Romeo, Romeo Fuck Juliet- A Sebryan AU story

Chapter 12: Never did this before

Hey, guys! I had my phone taken since June, so I didn't get to write or do anything, but I finally got my drafts back! Wattpad had deleted them for some unknown reason, and I had about 70 mental breakdowns and 3 heart attacks and a gazillion nervous breakdowns. Anyways, hope you enjoy!- Was

Word count: 3,543

Kane's POV

Kane woke up completely soaked and freezing. He must have fallen asleep beside the lake, and in his sleep, he fell in it. Typical. It's strange how the first thing he noticed was that he was in the water and how he was cold.

After 10 seconds, he realized another important thing he should probably be doing, breathing.

He struggled to get to the surface when his head hit the bottom of an old floating canoe. He was even more disoriented, and his thoughts were sluggish. He knew he should be getting to the surface to, you know, breathe, but his thoughts went straight to Justin.

Straight. He would've giggled if he had the air. Anyways, there he was, probably going to drown, and the only thing he could think of was Justin. Like breathing wasn't even his main priority, that was bad.

But there Justin floated in his mind, smiling at him with bed hair and a toothbrush in his mouth. He said something, but of course, Kane couldn't hear because of the toothbrush.

Kane would've asked Justin to repeat what he said, but he felt himself sinking deeper and his lungs screaming for air the same way his heart screamed for Justin.

He heard Justin's voice. It was faint, but it was there. He had a second to think, if I were to die with Justin on my mind, it wouldn't be too bad before he heard a splash, and someone grabbed him around the waist.

He broke to the surface gasping and coughing like his lungs wanted to feel the sand for the first time.

The person beside him was bent over coughing up water.

Kane was trying to figure out who it was when the person turned and his heart did summersaults.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Do you want to fucking die?" Justin asked.

Justin stood over him, looking pissed and hot. Yes, hot. Kane knew it was a terrible time to be thinking this but goodness. There Justin stood with his clothes sticking to him like a second skin, his eyes blazing with anger and water dripping from his lips. Looking at his beauty, he felt as if he had just been slapped. Or maybe that's because he was just slapped.

Kane looked up at Justin with shock.

"Listen to me! What in the world were you thinking? Can you not speak? You seemed to have plenty to say yesterday. So speak!"

"Um, if you'd give me a minute to breathe," Kane muttered.

"Oh. Right. Sorry," Justin quickly said as he held Kane's hair back for him to vomit the rest of the lake water out of his lungs.

"Are you feeling better?" Justin asked.

Kane could only manage a slight nod.

Justin shook his head, "Come on. Let's go home."

He helped Kane up and walked them to his car.

He opened the trunk and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around Kane.

"I'll get the car wet," Kane said, shivering.

"That's the least of my worries."

He opened the door and helped Kane into the seat, "Just relax, okay?"