“I’m not going,” Zane mumbled, drilling himself into his blankets and rooting himself right in there. He seemed grumpier than usual, Garroth noted. Zane then grunted once more, pulling up his usual mask and letting it nestle over his nose. “I’m…sick.”

He even threw in a fake cough for good measure.

“Awh, baby brother…!” Garroth cried out, throwing his arms into the air as he meandered towards his bed. Zane tensed up, grabbing an unused pillow and casting it straight at his head. Naturally, he fell back, whining and rubbing his ass.

“Get out!” Zane roared in that gravelly voice, waving his hand off dismissively.

His brother simply huffed, standing up and mocking his dismissive gesture. He padded down the stairs, and Zane could hear the mumbles of his brother explaining the recent development to his roomates–Laurance, Dante, and Travis.

Thank god he lived in his own house, Zane thought.

He strained his ears, hearing the door shut with an extreme force. He laid there for a short minute, then grabbed his phone from underneath the blankets. He pressed the home button–stupid Iphone 6, he mused–slamming his fingers to type a quick message.

There was a secret he had.

He was in love.

And you LOVED him back.

God, it was impossible to think about. He was constantly pretending to be sick, skimping out on every neighborhood party. He skipped them often, but there was an actual excuse under his belt.

You snuck into his house often, just to be romantically inclined with him. Now, since everyone knew he was…”sick”...they’d surely leave him alone.