What if Rob was fine after a nice sleep at home?
What if he was there when Preston came back to school?
;)
For all you Poofless lovers..~

The Yanderes were busy the next week.. Picking off their rivals, one by one..

Flower-Chan was found in the bathroom, her skin charred black and hair frizzed. A pool of water surrounded her and the lights were off. She seemed to be electrocuted.

Maddie-Chan and Ripple-Chan were unfortunate enough to be next. The two girls had been brutally beaten and shoved over the railing on the rooftop, breaking both their necks. The corpses had been mauled until almost unrecognizable.

But...
Rob-Chan survived.
After a good night sleep, he was back at school the next day with a forced smile and glossy eyes.

"Rob!" The tall Australian grabbed the boy, pulling him into a tight hug. Rob gladly returned it, relaxing into his friend's embrace. He squeezed his eyes shut, hearing Lachlan crying lightly. "I thought you were going to die.... Oh my god.. Rob.."

"I'm fine. Let go, you silly kangaroo!" Lachlan reluctantly let go, allowing Rob to step back and give him a small smile. "I'm fine now."

But that's not all.

Preston returned as well.

He was sickly pale and deathly thin, his eyes haunted and shadowed. He was..different. He wasn't bubbly and playful anymore. He was distant, distracted, often getting lost in his own thoughts.

Sighing, the small teenager shoved his hands into his pockets, walking through the hall way with his head bowed. He didn't care. There was no reason to care. The slight throbbing in his side, even if it went away, the scar would never let him forget... The feeling of Ty's lips brushing against his own sent shivers of disgust down his spine, making him want to cry.
But he didn't.
He refused to cry anymore.

"Preston?!" Terror flashed in Preston's misted eyes as he heard his name, veering around the corner sharply. He heard footsteps following him, his name being called over and over. Panicking, he dropped his stuff and started to run, the pain making it almost unbearable. "Preston! Slow down! Stop! You'll hurt yourself!"

Then he ran into something tall and soft and warm, wrapping his arms around whatever it was and burrowing his face into the shoulder.

"P-Preston?" He knew he made the wrong choice.
He should of kept running.
Why did he stop?!
He started to pull away, gasping as the figure held on to him.

"Let go!" Preston squeaked, struggling in the tight grip. He had started to hyperventilate, his breathing shallow and quick. "Let go of me! Help! Someone help!"

"Shh-Calm down! Preston! It's me!" Rob yelped, appalled by the boys behavior. Then again...
"Why are you so scared?!" Rob's question was met with silence, the teenager falling still in his arms. "Wha- No! Don't cry! Preston..."

"I'm.. So... Sorry.." Preston choked out. He refused to cry. He wouldn't cry. He wasn't crying. His eyes were watering, that's all. He wouldn't cry. "For.. Leaving... You..." He hiccuped.

"...Preston.. You-Ugh... Don't talk about it. None of that matters, alright? You're safe now.. I've got you.." Rob murmured into his ear, rubbing his back as he tried to calm the shaking boy.
"I won't let anyone hurt you. Nothing can hurt you while I've got you, alright? I won't let anybody hurt you ever again... I missed you so fucking much."

"I...missed you too. Are you.. crying?" Was he the reason Rob was crying? All he did was cause more and more problems. He shou-

"Err.. Maybe." Rob replied sheepishly. "But not because I'm sad.. I'm so glad you're okay, that's what it is."

When Preston tried to pull away the second time, Rob let him, half expecting him to flee. Instead, he wrapped an arm around Rob's lower back, pulling him closer and placing a hand on his cheek.
"You're a doofus.." Even with tearstained cheeks, dark circles and the brokenness in his eyes, Rob thought he looked beautiful as ever.

"You never fail to remind me." Rob hummed, quite content with the closeness between the two. Just to see how Preston would react, he put his hand behind the brunette's head, holding his neck and tilting their heads forward so their foreheads touched. The other simply closed his eyes as Rob brushed his cheek gently, his hand resting on the flushed skin.

Lachlan smiled softly to himself, shaking his head fondly as he watched his two friends stand there in that position, finding comfort in each other's presence. "Good lads, good lads.." Then his eyes darkened, fists clenching as he grit his teeth. "Damnit, Jerome.. Ty.." Jealousy flared in his gaze.

O3o
Not my best
Wrote it now(before school)
:D