the song is 30000% unrelated, it's jsut what i listened to while writing this for an hour straight.

“Oh my gosh, oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh,” Bryce gasps out. He feels impossibly guilty for what he's done. He continues to pace back and forth, feeling light headed and panicky.

Would Ryan be mad? Probably. Luke would be mad at him for being so reckless. Jon would scold him and surely the others would do the same. What was he even thinking?! Bryce looks down at the strange, broken object at his feet. He had been running around Ryan's secret hideout with Luke. They had decided to leave, because it was getting late, and Bryce had seen some cool ceramic cat sitting on a shelf. It had some funky hat on, and was winking.

Bryce, being the adamant cat lover he is, had picked it up to examine. But… then he drops it. And worse, it breaks!

He had, in a panic, picked up the pieces and shoved them into the pockets of Luke's hoodie, which he was wearing. And now he has them on the floor of his bedroom and is panicking hardcore.

The door opens, and Evan bursts in, gasping for breath. “Bryce! What the fuck?!”

“What?! It's- it's not my fault!  I didn't mean to break it, I-”

“No!” Evan gives him an exasperated look. “Jonathan's in the fucking hospital! We were looking for you, dammit! Ryan's worried as fuck!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Bryce says, feeling mildly guilty. “Is he okay?!”

“I don't know,” Evan laughs weakly. “I was just told to come bring you. Come on.. We'll go find out together.”

--

Jonathan wakes up to immense pain in his arm, head and ear. He stares up at the ceiling for a few seconds before promptly screaming in pain as something touches his arm and pushes it hard, a loud cracking noise made.

“Shhh…” A nurse lady quickly shushes him. Jonathan squirms and wriggles and struggles in her grasp. “Goodness. Someone get us Anastasia!”

There was a lot of yelling and talking going on in the room, and then a familiar voice going, “Don't you mean anesthesia?”

“No,” the nurse says nonchalantly. “I mean Anastasia.”

The door opens, and a new lady is standing over Jonathan. She smiles warmly and takes off a single glove. Jonathan is momentarily concerned about the fact that, you know, this is kinda unsanitary, but then she presses the palm of her hand to Jon's forehead and he's asleep again.

This time, he wakes up to Evan. It's becoming a regular thing, he's noticing, and he's not opposed to the idea. It wouldn't be so bad waking up to Evan every morning…

“I think the sleep confused him,” Evan says, turning towards someone. He hears a familiar giggle and blinks in confusion. He can't move his body for some reason, because he tried to move his arm (to scratch his nose) and nothing happened.

“I… I can't.” Jonathan realizes quickly his voice is hoarse and throat dry. It feels weird to speak.

Evan gives a breathy laugh. “Can't what?”

“Move.”

“Oh,” Evan giggles. “Bryce, let go of his arm.”

He feels the pressure on his arm go away, and still can't move it. Jonathan whines loudly at this. “I caaan’t… my nose itches!”

“I think he's still out of it,” he hears Bryce say. “How much pain meds did they give him?”

“Enough to cover the pain of fixing a broken arm and healing it with magic.”

(You see, healing magic isn't always sunshine and rainbows. Some reverse the damage done, some speed up the healing process and others still just make it painless. And when healing something like a broken arm, which Jonathan, being the idiot he is, managed to acquire, it's gonna hurt like hell regardless of how you do it.)

He falls back asleep somewhere around this point. He's not entirely sure when, but he knows he slept because this time he wakes up to Luke standing over him.

“Hey fucker,” Luke says with a grin. “I'm here to drag you back to the dorm. Get up so we can go.”

Jonathan looks around the hospital room in confusion. “Wh… what? Why am I…?”

Luke shrugs. “I scared you with a table,” he says nonchalantly. “You got hit in the back of the head with a chair from Smitty, fell down and broke your arm when someone dropped the other chair on you.”

Jonathan is surprised by this news. Why were they scaring him with chairs? Who brought him to the hospital? Where's Bryce and Evan? He doesn't get much time to think it over. Luke pulls him out of bed and tosses him some clothes. “Come on, Jonny, get out of that ugly hospital thing.”

This makes Jon hesitate. “Do- do you mind-”

“Nah,” Luke shrugs. “Hurry the fuck up. It ain't nothing I haven't seen before.” Luke scoffs at Jonathan's shyness and rolls his eyes.

Then again… Luke does have a point. The amount of times they've hidden each other's clothes is getting to be a bit crazy. Jonathan throws off the stupid hospital thing they gave him and shimmies into a soft black shirt.

Luke's attention is on his phone. He nods while mindlessly tapping away. “You know, Evan freaked the fuck out when he heard. I think the guy likes you. Y'all better invite me to your damn wedding.”

“Only if you invite me to yours,” Jonathan responds, struggling to balance himself while putting his jeans on. He can't seem to stand long enough on one leg to get the other inside his jeans.

Luke snorts in amusement, having glanced up from his phone in time to witness Jonathan nearly fall over. “Sit down on the bed and put your damn pants on.”

Jonathan grumbles to himself and takes Luke's advice. Who knew putting on pants is easier if you're not trying to use your horrible balancing skills? “I get to be your damn best man, I- I hope you know that shit!”

“Ah, yeah, and what makes you so sure? God, imagine you giving a speech at my wedding,” Luke snickers. He tosses Jonathan his phone once his shoes are on and gestures for him to follow. “Come on, we got places to be. Or, rather, I have a sweet date tonight. You get to do some other stuff.”

--

Luke Patterson, with all due respect to himself, is fully aware of the fact that he is, without a doubt, a little bitch. It's not his fault. Some people are born able to handle scary games or movies, or unsettling situations.

Luke is not one of these people. So when Bryce, with those big, stunningly blue eyes of his, looks at him (not up at him, but straight at him! Luke swears he's getting taller by the second) and practically begs for them to go meet Ryan out by a graveyard at night, well…

Fuck Bryce and his pretty face. Making him come out here like this… they're gonna get murdered! This is exactly how horror movies start! Though…. maybe they'll get murdered after Luke gets a little bit of Bryce's booty. And Ryan's. Preferably both, maybe even at the same time…

“Lukey, my eyes are up here,” Bryce giggles from in front of Luke.

Luke has to force (yes, force) his eyes away from Bryce's butt. He watches as Bryce moves closer to him, the younger giggling at Luke's embarrassment and kissing his cheek. “You're so silly,” Bryce laughs, a sweet smile on his face as he grabs Luke's hand and begins to jog. “Come on, Ryan's waiting for us!”

“He is?” Luke asks, struggling to keep up with Bryce and his long legs. He's being dragged behind and is practically sprinting to keep pace with Bryce. “Why the fuck do you run so fast?!”

Another giggle (and this time, Luke doesn't have the breath in him to laugh along) and Bryce says, “Yes! He promised to show us his magic!”

Another twenty seconds of running and Luke's dying on the entrance to the cemetery. His lungs burn and his whole body is on fire. Metaphorically. (Not literally, because then he would end up naked, and this story involves a total of seven (7) dick-involving scenes and this ain't one of them.)

He watches little plants sprout all around them and glares at Bryce's shoe. “Get your flowery shit away from me, Bryce!”

“He's making you your tomb,” Ryan laughs. Bryce laughs along with him, probably because Ryan's laugh is surprisingly infectious.

Just another reason why Luke can't stay mad at these fuckers.

He shamelessly sets the ring of flowers around him on fire, laughing at his boyfriends’ reactions. Luke makes sure to extinguish it before it spreads, though, because safety is important. Especially around these two cutie pies.

“So, Ry, what you wanna show us?” Luke crosses his arms, now able to breathe normally and use his legs again. His legs and chest are both sore as fuck, but hey! Good workout, wasn't it?

Ryan grins, pulling the little bandanna on his face down to reveal excited hazel eyes. “Come on! It works better inside the cemetery. You guys are gonna love it, I promise!”