TheFrozenGargon X JonJon

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"WHERE IS HE?!" Tommy screamed as he slammed through the hospital doors, "Sir you cannot--" "Jonathan, what's Jon's--" "Sir you cannot go to Mr. Jonathan's room." The nurse held onto his arm. "He's in chemo-therapy right now, he needs re-" "To Hell he does, I want to see him, and seeing how I am now, do you really think I'll get any easier if you keep me out?" Tommy growled.

"Tommy I think we should listen to the nice nurse," Ashlie whispered. "No, call me Nick, I see how much he cares and family hasn't visited him yet. Please, only a few a time." "Tommy, you can go first, alone." Cory said softly.

"This way." Nick lead him down the hall and used many different keycards, a hallway after another. 'Chemo Therapy' was labeled across the door, "If he's not awake, please don't wake him, he's been in pain." Nick opened the door. Tommy entered the dark room and sat in a chair, Jon was very well asleep. Tommy glanced at the folder every-so-often, "My diagnosis." Jon groaned and sat up, "Lay back down, don't push yourself." Tommy rushed next to him and gently pushed him back down. "Rest, that's all I've been getting." Jon smiled.

"Tommy, I've been in here for so long. I know you came because they called you and said that the Chemo for my tumors haven't been working, and Tommy, maybe it's just... time." Jon whispered the last part. No, no, Jon, I-I promised you It'd work, and, and I'm serious when I say that. I told you January 4th 2017 when they rolled you in. I-I called after you and said you're going to get out of here alive, you'll come back to making videos with us." Tommy stammered as tears welled in his eyes.

"Tommy,"

"Yes, Jon?"

"I'm hurting."

Jon finally said, "Ten out of ten,"

"Are you sure?" Tommy let tears fall out of his grasp, "I can't undo it if we do Jon." Tommy grasped onto some hope.

"Ten out of ten, Tommy." Jon repeated. Tommy nodded, "Jon if-if you're going to go, I..." Tommy swallowed and shook his head. "I'm sorry for anything you took offensive, I'm sorry if I was a jerk to you." Tommy whispered.

"You're okay, Tommy. I'm sor-" "You have nothing to apologize for." Tommy cut him off. "The others are going to come in, okay? If you want me to tell them, I can." "I can tell them," Jon sat up.

:Nine Days Later:

"We'll be in the car," Ashlie whispered. Tommy swallowed a sob, "Okay." Tommy sat across Jon's buried body. "You know, I did something stupid." Tommy stared blankly at Jon's tombstone. "I-I said sorry, and I meant the things I was sorry for, putting you through pain I didn't know you had. I-I'm sorry, because I-I'm a coward. Love is such a different word then like, and damn did I sure as Hell like you. But now that you're gone... I realized that, it-it was love, and I'm sorry it took that for me to say this, but, it happened at least." Tommy smiled softly.

Jon watched the boy confess his feelings.

"Maybe it wasn't the cancer that made me sick, maybe I was just love-sick." Jon chuckled to himself.

"Yeah okay you nerd, I love you too." Jon sat across from him, and even though Tommy couldn't see him.

He knew he was there.