One Shots Book

The Pond (Guess)

Alright, so for those of you who are confused by the title, I'm not going to show who the second person of the ship is until later in the one shot. Your job is to guess who it is before then. Can you do it? I don't know! Actually, if you cannot get this then you don't pay attention to what I write. Seriously. Not to be mean but it's kinda obvious if you think about it.

Brandon laid back on the water, floating with the current. He loved doing this, loved the sensation of floating and flying seemingly. It had become part of his routine ever since they'd left. By they, he means his lover. The one he dreamed of night and day. And all that he had left to do was float in the pond.
Inside, Preston was panicking (it's not Preston). Brandon kept disappearing during the day for hours on end and this was another one of those times. He rolled his eyes as he forgot about the pond, rushing outside to see the other floating. Preston rolled his eyes, stripping down to his boxers and swimming towards Brandon.
Brandon listened to the muffled noises of someone swimming closer and sighed.
"Dude, you've gotta stop doing this. You scare me every time you go missing." Preston said as he arrived. His voice was softer and slurred through the waves.
"I miss him." Brandon replied, eyes closed.
"I know you do, but you can't just waste away your life out here."
"This is the only place that has made me happy since he left. I want him back."
"You're going to get yourself hurt out here." Brandon spun so he was upright in the water.
"The only time I've gotten hurt is because I wanted to. Okay?" Brandon snapped. "Every time I've gotten physically hurt." Preston recalled all the times Brandon had blamed a scratch or cut on some random excuse. He quickly spins Brandon's hidden arms upwards and gasps at the sight. Angry lines covered his arms. They ranged from a bright red to a faded white, almost invisible against his pale skin. Preston gasped as Brandon looked away.
"How could you-" Preston asked.
"I miss him." Brandon simply replied.
"You hurting yourself won't bring him back." Preston said as he rubbed some of the older ones.
"I know. But it's my fault and I have to be punished." Brandon replied as he pushed Preston away. He grabbed Brandon's hand and dragged him towards the shore.
"You're done with this pond."
"No! This is my happy place! I feel like I'm free from my mistakes! I can give Mother Nature the choice to kill me or not! That's why I love it! If it so chooses, it could kill me and I won't fight it! But it keeps me living, sometimes giving me a taste then saving me! I need this pond Preston!" Brandon yelled, trying to swim away.
"Absolutely not. Jerome! Help me out here!" Preston yelled towards the house.
"No! Leave me alone Preston!" Brandon yelled as he was dragged towards shore.
Brandon refused to talk after Preston kept him away from the pond. They went through a series of therapists and he refused to speak. He wouldn't talk to the guys. Wouldn't eat. Rarely slept. And disappeared to the bathroom for an hour at a time and would come out with new scars. Preston tried to dispose of the razors, but Brandon found more. They locked them away in a cabinet and Brandon picked the lock. Preston tried everything, informing the others of the situation. But they got nothing accomplished. He still cut and he still starved and he still missed him.
One day, 2 month after Preston banned him from the pond, he escaped outside unnoticed late at night. And he went to float in the center of the pond. He wasn't noticed gone until the morning, and Preston immediately called him up.
"Hello? Yeah, sorry to bug you. I know, but Brandon really needs to hear from you. He's been trying to drown himself in the pond." Yelling filled the phone and Preston shushed him. "He's in there right now and I know he won't come out for me. I need you to do this for me." Preston ran outside with the phone. "Brandon! He's on the phone!" Preston yelled out. Brandon spun so he was upright and growled.
"That's not even funny." Brandon snarled across the pond.
"He doesn't believe me." Preston said into the phone.
"Could he heard me if I was on speaker?" He asked. Preston thought.
"Maybe. Hold on." Preston put him on speaker. "Go crazy."
"Petey!" His voice cooed through the phone. Brandon looked at the phone and teared up.
"Bring him to me!" Brandon yelled.
"What? So you can drop my phone in the water?" Preston retorted.
"Preston! Now's not the time!" He shouted over the phone. Preston groaned and walked out to neck depth. He began to help himself float and signaled Brandon closer. He swam over, taking the phone and taking him off speaker.
"H-hello?" Brandon stuttered.
"Hello beautiful." He cooed back.
"Oh god, I miss you so much? Can't you come home now?"
"Not yet. I'm still needed here love. Soon though, I promise."
"But you're needed more here. I need you back. I need your cuddles and your soft voice and your fluffy hair and your kisses. I need you!" Brandon sobbed over the phone.
"I'm sorry b-"
"Who are you talking to?!" A shrill voice screeched through the phone.
"My boyfriend mom. Who else?" He bitterly replied back.
"So this is the f*g who turned you gay?" The woman hissed and took the phone. "I don't know who you are or what you stand for, but I will not allow you to turn my son gay. Now keep your gay disease away from my son."
"I don't know who you are or what you stand for, but I will not allow a homophobic *sshole like you to take away my boyfriend. Now why don't you and your beliefs go rot in h*ll and leave him out of it." Brandon snarled back.
"Did you hear what he said to me? How can you love such a monster?" His mother asked, venom in her voice.
"How can I love such a monster? Because he's right." He growled and moving was heard. "I don't care for your approval anymore. I'm going back home, and if you keep me here any longer I will report you for kidnapping." He said to his mother, grabbing the phone away. "I'm coming home babe."
And Brandon waited. Every day for the next two weeks, he was awaiting his return home. When the third week began, he'd had enough. He escaped out to the pond again, laying on his back. He floated for a little bit, and then the wind picked up. The waves began to dip him under, and he didn't fight it.
"Come here, quick! I think Brandon's trying to kill himself!" Preston yelled around the house to him. He ran around.
"Why did you let him back in that pond?!" He yelled as he ran around.
"It was either this or he cut and starved himself. And that would elongate his death beyond belief. Now's not the time for that though." Preston arrived at the pond's edge. "Brandon! He's home! Brandon!"
"Brandon!" He yelled, sighing at how professional it sounded. "Petey!"
Brandon heard the coo of the familiar nickname, listening closely to hear if it was just him imagination. He heard the name again and swam to the surface. He coughed out water that had begun to fill his lungs and looked around.
"Noochm?" Brandon muttered as he felt exhaustion pulling him down.
"Brandon!" He yelled, swimming out and dragging him to shore, Preston helping him. "Brandon? No no no. I'm home babe. I'm back. Please don't leave me. Please." Brandon's eyes opened slowly and he smiled. "Hello beautiful. Don't do that ever again."
"Mat?" Brandon croaked out, looking into his boyfriend's eyes.
"Hi babe. I'm home now. I'm not going to leave ever again."
"This is a dream. I'm going to wake up and you're going to be gone." Mat shook his head no, petting his hair.
"This isn't a dream. I'm home. I'm not going to leave." Mat cooed as he kissed him. The kiss lasted for a few seconds before Brandon sat straight up. He was in his bedroom, bed empty beside him. And he wasn't wet by the slightest. He jumped up and looked around frantically. He found Mat out on the couch, and teared up.
"Brandon? Dude what's wrong?" Mat asked before being attacked by a hug.
"I thought you were gone. Don't leave me." Brandon whimpered into his chest.
"Alright buddy, I won't leave you." Brandon realized he'd called him buddy and began sobbing. It was all a dream. One sick, twisted dream. He pulled away from Mat and ran outside to the pond. "Did I say something wrong?" Mat asked Preston, who was watching from the door way.
"Nothing that I know of." Preston replied.
Outside, Brandon was floating in the center of the pond. He floated for a little bit, and then the wind picked up.

I'm evil, I know. RIP all the feelz. So yeah, it was Mat. #NoochZahHutt all the way. I kinda killed it but whatever. HOPE you enjoyed, I love you all. Until next time, Peace my Cheeses!