A/N: On the side bar is Nathaniel Sherman, as Nero Hyle Posey!

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Chapter 29

Noah Gerald Sky

This Is Not A Game

My eyelids feel heavy. They droop as my body continues to move lazily and grumpily. I haven't had any decent sleeps since Gloss's accident. It has been a week. 7 days without Gloss waking up. 7 days without any good news. The news about Gloss being in an accident still roams around the school, and they continue to shoot me a hopeless look. Pity. Shame. They think it's my fault. It's true. It's my freaking fault.

The jocks have my back, supporting me if I ever fall down. When.

As I go to the cafeteria, all people go silent as soon as they see me walking to my friends. Beau blames me. Derek blames me. Kaila blames me. They all blame me. Except Ashton. Which pisses them. Ashton insisted on sitting with us. As usual, Beau shoots me a full of hate glare, Kaila just shifts uncomfortably, not looking at me, and Derek just eats his fries without bothering anyone. Ashton gives me a sad smile.

Dad insisted me to go to school, because I need to. How can I concentrate when the love of my life is lying on a hospital bed, still not waking up from the accident? How can be my mind in peace when they all look at me with pity and hate?

The crowd of students starts to murmur, shooting me concern glances and it pisses me off, to the point that my blood is now boiling, and the words are now on the tip of my tongue, threatening to come out and be heard. But somehow, even though it wants to be spilled, my mouth does it negative work, to shut. Tightly.

"Why, Noah?" Beau asks, faking innocent as he tilts his head to the side, looking at me with hateful eyes. "Does it bother you? The looks of the people throwing at you?"

"Shut it, Beau." Ashton warns, throwing a concern glance at me. I hate it. I hate the way they throw me unnecessary looks. I don't need it. I need Gloss.

"It's because it's your fault," continues Beau. My hands clench so hard it's starting to turn white, but I keep it on either of my side as I hang my head low. It's my fault. "If you hadn't entered his life again, he would have been with me, he would have been happy, and mostly, Gloss wouldn't have been in a fucking car accident."

"Stop now, Beau." Derek says.

"No," Beau says immediately, frowing at Derek. "This jerk has to know the consequences of his actions. What an asshole you are, Noah. He trusted you. He gave you himself. All of it. And you messed it up, for what? To protect your reputation? To protect yourself from bullying? To protect yourself from being judged by the world? Or have you finally realized that you don't want to be gay and be straight and fuck around?"

"That's too much, Beau." Kaila says, glaring at Beau. The jocks just sit awkwardly. The students are now looking at us. "I know you're hurt. But Noah can't take all the blame. But just be calm. We all know you're angry at him. I am, too. But like Ashton said, it's not his entire fault. Noah regrets it. I can see it. Ashton's the first one to see it. So just shut up and eat and study, and later, we'll go to the hospital and visit Gloss. Okay?"

"He doesn't regret it," counters Beau. "It's guilt. He's guilty of what he has done to Gloss."

"Do you think how much it hurts me to see him like that?" I ask through clenched teeth, my eyes welling up with tears as they threaten to pour out of my eyes. "To see him looking lifeless? Do you think how much it hurts me to know that I'm the reason why he got in an accident in the first place? You're selfish, Beau. We're both selfish."

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are!" I shout, standing up, the trays clattering on the ground. Beau looks furiously at me, his face red from anger. "He got in an accident, and yet, you still think what would happen if he's with you. Well, flash alert, he chose me. It's his decision. You can't change it. Bring yourself to the reality. Meet the truth. And pierce it in your fucking brain that Gloss loves me and I fucking love him!"

There's a collection of gasps from the students who are watching our mini show. With that, I turn around and walk away angrily. It's a good thing that I voiced out my thoughts, and what I really feel, what I really think. Hate to admit this but, it's all thanks to Beau.

Getting in my car, I put the key in the ignition and the car roars to life. I decide to visit Gloss. I'm sure Dad and Genny will give me an earful of whines and demands, but I don't give a damn. I want to see Gloss.

I finally outed myself. It feels like the heavy rocks on my shoulders have been lifted up, and my heart feels lightweight, but it still holds a pain. When I get there, Dad and Genny aren't in Gloss's room. I walk over Gloss's side, take his hand and put the back of it on my cheek, and whisper things on him. The happy ones. I begin to tell him our date, how it went, how it was so magical. Then I begin to sing. The one mom sang to me when I was a little kid.

'Look at me, little one.

Tell me what's on your mind.

Look at me in the eyes.

And wish for something that you want.

'Be a good boy and live life.

Wake up in the morning, sun shining bright.

Feel the love and be nice.

And wish for something that you want.

'Just be naughty for another times.

Sleep with sweet dreams, stars twinkling brght.

Greet the moon and the stars.

And wish for something that you want.

'Look at me, little one.

I'm the fairy and you, little man,

Being good and naughty at once.

Look at me and tell me what you want.

'As you wish, shut your eyes.

And the fairy I am will grant you one.

If you mean the wish with all your heart,

The fairy I am will grant you another one.'

The song, at first, didn't make sense to me when mom first sang it to me. I was a little kid, and by little kid, I mean immature. At first, Mom was telling me to look at her, and asked what I want. She told me to look her in the eyes, and wish for something what I wanted. Of course, being a kid I was, wished for something little kids want; a toy. She told me to be a good boy, and live life. How do I live life? That was the question running in my head when mom sang that part. As I got older, I began to understand the lyrics. Living life means waking up in the morning, feeling love and be nice to everyone. But that wasn't it. Waking up in the morning, feeling love, and being nice are just part of the life. She told me again to wish for what I wanted. I wanted my mom. That was my wish. She sang the 3rd stanza, she told me to be naughty for another times. She also said to me I should be a good boy and be nice. That conflicted my thoughts. Mom told me to sleep with sweet dreams and the starts twinkling bright, greet the moon and stars, and wish again for something what I wanted. The 3rd wish I made was to be like Dad. As mom's words and lyrics came back inside my head. She told me to look at her, and that she's the fairy and called me, being naughty and nice at once, and asked me again what I wanted. My fourth wish was to be a mature man. She told me should I shut my eyes when making a wish, and that she'll grant it, and if I make a wish with all my heart, she'll grant me another one. The end.

Right now, as I hold Gloss's hand, I just realized how to live life. Life means being yourself. Life means naughty and nice. There's always a good in bad, and bad in good. The wishes I made didn't come. It didn't happen at all. It's because I didn't like the wishes I made. I wished them because I didn't know what I really liked and wanted. And I didn't wish it with all my heart.

I shut my eyes, and murmur the wish with all my heart. I realize I want Gloss to be alive and happy and well, to wake up in the morning with the sun shining bright, to sleep at night with the starts twinkling bright and the moon greeting him, to be able to live life. That's what I want. I hug him, resting my head on his chest.

A tear slips my eye and lands on Gloss's hand, and a movement catches my eyes. Gloss's hand twitches, and my heart explodes from happiness. Then I hear his beautiful voice again.

"Um, what are you doing?"

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Word count: 1,576.

D&T: December 14, 2014, 2:42PM.

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