Laugh Often (Boyxboy)

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  Over the next few days, I walked into with a clear mind, and left it hours later with it jumbled full of useless shit.

  I had tried watching Dean, I was extremely unsuccessful, considering he strayed away from me even when I tried to have a chat. He saw me coming, and quickly said goodbye to his friends, and left.

Was it something I did? He said himself that he wanted to be friends, he even looked like he was trying real hard to be friends. I even wore his favourite jacket!

I groaned to myself as I thought this through on my car ride home on Wednesday. For these three days, it was the same things. I didn't understand, and it was going to drive me mad.

"Blimey, I'm figuring this out!" I said aloud to myself, and made a sudden sharp turn, causing the tires to squeal. I was muttering the entire way there, "What had I done?"

Why did I want to suddenly be his friend? All I remembered telling myself was that I needed to check him out, get some background information. I didn't want to get too close to him, maybe friends in passing? But I didn't even get that! I hardly got the time of day anymore, just like before.

I was too concerned, and much too confused to continue driving, so I pulled over, and looked up and away from my steering wheel. I was at the park again. This was my destination from the beginning, although I wasn't paying attention to the road, too much thoughts, I still ended up here. Like I always do.

I sighed, and popped the keys into my pocket, and exited the car. The wind whipped around my body and face, making me give an involuntary shiver.

I pulled my jacket tighter around myself, and listened to the steady thump of my footfalls against the dewy grass, later turning to the crunching of the rocks.

I settled myself on the same swing I had before, the coldness of its bars rushing through me. Dean had always been here when I was, and I was hoping the same thing for right now. I really wanted some answers, and would go through shit to get them.

I don't know how long I sat there, staring into the bush a few yards away. I had lost all concentration, all train of thought. My mind was elsewhere, only I didn't know where.

I played around with the rocks at my feet, but suddenly my head snapped up, staring up at the bush I've just been glaring at. I had just heard a shrill cry, ringing out throughout the grounds.

Without thinking, without pausing, I stood up and dashed towards the trees across the way. I looked around, and seeing nobody else running to help, I rushed into the darkness of the trees, and squinted my eyes to see where the cry had come from.

My blood racing, my heart pumping, another cry echoed around the grounds, and I sprinted in the direction it came from. Who was it? Was someone hurt, unable to move? Only able to cry and scream out for help. Who would have came and helped them if I wasn't here?

Why did I feel a sudden need to help this person? Why was I running through the forest trying to find them before it was too late?

So many questions, too many answers to pinpoint.

This time, I heard a groan, I was closer. I jogged now, out of breath. Another groan, getting louder. I jogged a little faster.

Another lower groan, I was right above them. It was a boy, probably a little older than me by the sound of his voice, it was deep. It was too dark to see much of anything. I rounded another tree, and came across a dark figure upon the ground, shivering violently. He groaned again, clutching at his stomach.