(Non-Forsaken High School AU!! Elliot is 15, Chance is 16. Character designs a lil different--ik--please don't slime me gng💔)

Chance had asked Elliot out months ago. Best decision he's made. Both Elliot and Chance lived in New York City in a pretty nice apartment--y'know, just like any other cheesy high school romance.

Elliot had come home from school early today--something he often did because of finishing up so fast. Although, this time was different. He dropped his bag by the door and bee-lined it to the bathroom. Not because he needed to use it--but because it was one of those days. He turned the sink on and sat down on the floor, hugging his knees. "I'm just tired," he mentally told himself, but it was more than that. Way more than that. He was drained--tired of long school days, tired of being called gay slurs by other classmates, tired of everything. He sighed, burying his face in his knees as he hugged them tighter.

Soon, the muffled sound of the front door opening caught Elliot's attention. He looked up, his vision blurry from what he swore wasn't tears, and frantically got up, turned the sink off, and turned to open the door only to see Chance standing face to face with him in the doorway.

"Elliot?"

Chance asked, tone concerned.

(You're Elliot)