Star-Crossed Lovers (Unofficial Dear Starboy Sequel)

anger

it has been days since matt and edd have seen tom.
he had locked himself in his room, neither of them knew why.

they have tried communicating with him in various ways.

talking, calling, and sliding notes under the door. but only silence answered.

there were many times where they thought tom was dead.
they let out a sigh of relief when shattered glass, muffled swears and ...interesting smells prove otherwise.

edd and matt had no choice but to break in.

through the window...

edd positions the cannon towards the window of toms room.
"are you sure this is safe, edd?" matt questions.

edd has his whacky plans, but this was ridiculous.

"it's going to be fine." edd replies with confidence.

he throws matt a helmet, "now, get ready!"

matt looked terrified, why was he the one getting shot out of the cannon?!

he put on the helmet and climbed in the cannon, "too late to turn back" he thought.

"ready?" edd shouted.

before matt could open his mouth, he was flying through the air.

"not the face!" he yelled protecting his beautiful face, before diving head first through the glass pane.

bubbles, brew and smoke.

books and papers on witchcraft scattered across his room.
vials and bottles filled with varies substances arranged in the corner, next to a pile of shattered glass.

tom himself wasn't any better than the room.
his hair was ruffled, no longer the pineapple like spikes they had been.
dark bags under his eyes, showed he hadn't sleep since they last saw him.

bright sunlight from the open curtains shone onto tom's face.

"my eyes! they burn!" he exclaims shielding his eyeless voids.

"tom you don't even have eyes-" "silence!" tom interrupts.

edd seemed a little irritated that he got cut of mid-sentence. he took a deep breath, they came to help

matt on the otherhand, tip-toed around the room, careful not to step any paper or chemical spills.

"where did you get this stuff anyways?" matt asks wide-eyed.

"that's none of your buisiness"

"of course it is, we're your friends!" said edd nudging toms shoulder.

tom pulled away immediately, seemingly annoyed by the interaction.

in fact, he looked pissed ever since they came in.

"it isn't," tom growls.

"it is!"
"isn't"
"is"
"isn't"

meanwhile, through the corner of his eye, a red glow matts attention. he turned and noticed a black book on toms bed.

curious, matt made his way to the bedside and picked it up.

the cover was wrapped with smooth black velvet contrasting the blood red pentagram in the centre.

the book gradually became warmer the longer matt held it. It got to the point where it burned like the flames of hell.

matt dropped the book in pain, a spark escaping from the pages as it fell open.

aside from the giberrish, there was a photo of tom and someone matt didn't recognize.

a boy, or rather, teen with caramel haired spiked into horns. it stood behind a flower crown of roses. his sweater was a gradient of pink to a pale yellow.

"hey, tom?" matt called.

both tom and edd faced matt, ending the non-stop 'is' and 'isn't's.

"who is this?" he asked as he raised the photo.

without missing a beat, tom ambushed matt; "don't touch him!"

"matt!" edd yelled as he ran to help.

the two waged tug-of-war over the photo while edd tried to pull tom off of matt.

this continued for a while, until...

the room went silent.
matt and tom fell
the three looked at the ripped photo.

tom, was stunned.
matt on the otherhand, was petrified.

"tom...i'm sorry" he muttered.

"oh you will be" tom growled.

in a blind rage tom grabbed the hood of the hoodie and raised a fist high above his head.

"tom please, it's just a photo!" edd cried, trying to knock some sense into him.

but...just a photo. just a photo?
to tom, that was the most valuable thing he had, and matt destroyed it.

toms fist landed with a thud to his nasal cartilage.

he felt warm blood drip on to his hands. it filled him with adreline and a bigger urge to satisfy.

tom hit him more and more, each punch harder than the last.

teeth clanked against the wooden floor. blood splattered on his hands and face.

muffled cries from the other end of the room.
it didn't sound like edd.

but..matt.

if matt was on the other side of the room, then-

he opened his eyes, thoughts racing.
he couldn't believe what was in front of him.

edd.
bloody, bruised.
a few upper teeth were missing.
tears flowing like they would never stop.

matt ran to him, holding him close.
"what have you done..?"

tom looked down on his crimson stained hands. shaking uncontrollably.

what had he done.

he had possibly murdered his oldest and dearest friend.

over a photo...

if bringing back starboy was going to risk him hurting his friends,

he would have to bring him back else where.

tom dashed across the room, stuffing whatever he could into his backpack.

"tom?"

books, bottles, papers, the torn photo.

he took a glance at his room one final time, as well as the mess he had made.

"tom, where are you going?"

he wasn't sure himself.
all he did know was, it would be miles away from this place.

without another word, he was out of the door.

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(authors note)
(feel free to ignore)

chapter 4 is completed! (yay~)
sorry for the long wait, school isn't really being merciful.

i got major writers block writing this, so sorry if it seems like a rushed mess.