**WARNING --> Sad stuff is gonna pop up which I wasn't sure if I should put a warning up or not but I wanted to just in case (ya know, if you don't want to experience tears or anything like that which I hope does happen to show if I can bring emotions through writing lmao) and also, Happy Late April Fool's Day ^-^**

~SMii7Y POV~

"Mom, it's just a B. I'll do better on the next test," I try to reassure my mother. I mean, I got a B on a test. It's not a bad grade but at the same time, it's much better than flunking the test. But my mom doesn't see it that way as she's slowly turning red to the face. I take a step back. I'm not sure what but something radiates off of her that screams to me that I should get my ass out of here. I knew that I made a mistake as her gaze turns cold underneath her bangs. She grabs my arm and squeezes it hard to where I can feel my bone bend a little from the pressure.

"Do you know that you look just like your father? Your looks, your personality, almost everything is the same," she gives a sad smile, remembering the times she spent with my dad. He left when I was little, leaving Mom to take care of me on her own. It was such a long time ago when my dad left that I don't remember what he looks like, how he talked, if he ever even talked to me. Ever since he left, he's made no move to contact us whatsoever. I scan her face quietly as she continues talking but I can't help feel uneasy about all of this.

"You act like him, I'm even convinced that you even think like him. Thinking that everything's easy, huh? That you can go on by through with what you have? You don't even care! Do you-"

"Mom?..." I softly say but she continues on with her rant, unaware that I said her name.

"-Not give a shit about what's going on? You're just like him! YOU DON'T CARE! YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR GRADES, YOUR LIFE, YOUR FUTURE! WHY DON'T YOU CARE?! WHY CAN'T YOU CARE ENOUGH TO AT LEAST TRY?!

I care. I really do care but I don't show emotions that well. What was I suppose to do? Force a smile onto my face? If I did that then I would look fake everyday. I want to tell her. I want to tell her how I feel. What my feelings are underneath this emotionless mask. But the emotions that I didn't want to show onto my face appeared as Mom said the next sentence.

"IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO CARE THEN YOU PROBABLY DON'T CARE THAT I DON'T CONSIDER YOU AS MY SON ANYMORE!"

Fear.

Disappointment.

Frustration.

Sadness.

Misery.

All those that I feel as I slowly succumb into a dark hole that has shaped itself into my heart...

*~*~*~*~*~*

My eyes open into the dark night, the moonlight filters through the window's curtains and softly speckles the room here and there. I can feel myself shaking from the vivid dream I had, cold sweat going down my back. Taking several deep breaths, calming myself down, I slowly sit up on the bed to rub my face. Despite my hands covering my eyes, I know whose hand is gently rubbing my back, soothing my nerves.

"Babe?" Jon whispers into my ear, making me relax a bit more. "It's alright. I'm here. I'm always going to be here. Right by your side."

He moves around a bit, lifting me up and placing me on his lap then putting the blanket on us. I push my face into his chest, trying to hide myself from the thoughts. Jon runs his hand through my hair, humming a random little tune. It's times like these that we sit in silence, Jon holds me close and I lean against Jon to hear his strong heartbeat.

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.

It's so calming, so relaxing to hear. I could listen to Jon's heart beating all day. I really appreciate him being here. How he's by my side without asking what's wrong. It shows that he's going to be by my side as fast as possible to comfort me in the best way that he could.

My eyes starts to close. I feel so safe. His hand gently going through my hair and his heartbeat is slowly lulling me to sleep.

"Never think that you're not worth it," Jon whispers, tucking my head underneath his chin. "Because you are. To a lot more people than you think."

"Of course but-"

"Think of it like this. Whenever you're feeling down on yourself, think about how I'm here. How I'm always going to be right next to you to be a shoulder to cry on, how I'll do my best to pick you up and so much more," I can feel Jon chuckle a bit, making me smile against his chest.

Fumbling against the blankets a tiny bit, I wrap my arms around him. Jon's chest rumbles as he wraps his arms around me, engulfing me in a hug. How did I get so lucky? How did Jon just one day was there when I needed someone the most and stuck by my side since then?

"Anybody could've left me off to the side but you didn't. You probably told me before but you never confirmed why," I asked, my voice muffled into his chest. I look up to see him smile through the dark. I can't help but give a soft smile myself.

"Keep an open mind as I would like to say. I think I went a bit out of my comfort zone when I first started talking to you but the more that I talked to you, helped you, get to know you, I couldn't help but wanted you to stay in my life," he says as he places a kiss onto my nose.

"Everything about you makes me care about you. More and more. Each and every day. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

EYYY! Eyyy... Uh... *shrugs*

So... I haven't updated in a month. Wow, what the hell am I doing? Okay so pushing aside that it's been almost a month that I updated, published, whatnot, this one-shot was requested by Mini_Mystical_Cat so I hope you enjoyed it ;3

I literally had a completely different idea that I almost finished but deleted the whole thing as this idea came into my mind when I was having a bad day and needed to get off of my chest. So I actually have a good excuse this time as I went to the hospital a week or so ago? I'm not sure but around that time to find out that I have PTSD! Whoo! So amazing!

Alright, a time to be serious now. PTSD is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder that's different for everyone, both the medication to get better from it and the symptoms. If you're already looking it up, looking at the symptoms, yada yada then congrats! You looked it up! *throws fake confetti* But PTSD in my case isn't as severe as some people that get constant anxiety attacks or flashbacks which makes my heart go out to those that do.

As for me, mine is exactly like the symptoms but with others like depression, anxiety, insomnia, all those problems which would doesn't "activate" as I like to call it unless one of my few, VERY few triggers happen. It's funny because some people don't even realize this yet when I tell them, they look so shocked because they never suspected a thing XD

I've rambled on too much in this but I promise I will attempt to update a bit more since summer vacation is is so close around the corner and I've been really thinking about making a new book. I've been considering it but I also have the Dia De Los Muertos book that I haven't even updated in what? Four months? Yeah, I'm really struggling with that book that I've actually been thinking about calling it a fail to Mini_Mystical_Cat and I know how excited you were for giving me the honor of the book which makes me feel extremely guilty ;~;

*sigh* I need a slice of pie.

Pie <3