One-Shots

Nightmares | Zerkstar

Ship: Zerkstar
Genre: Slight Angst/ Fluffles
Relationship: It's complicated
Prompt above (Instead of Hey Jude, it's Light In The Hallway by PTX)
Swearing, blood, death.
(This one isn't edited much so if there's any mistakes just let me know)
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I live, eat, and breathe Pentatonix so I hope this is good! Strays a bit away from the prompt, but it's just so you can have background info.
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~Vik's POV~

I ran my hands through my hair.

Why won't he ask?!

To shed some light on the situation, Josh has kissed me four... No. Five times. In the past THREE MONTHS! He's admitted he likes me and I've reciprocated those feelings.

So why won't he ask me to be his boyfriend!?

The whole situation frustrates me. I really really like Josh...

Maybe I should ask him myself. But what if he doesn't want that?

I start pacing around my room. A knock sounds on my door. I flop on my bed and cover my face with the pillow.

"Vik?"

Simon's head is poking through the slightly ajar door. Concern riddles his face.

"You're mumbling pretty loudly to yourself. Are you okay?"

I remove the pillow and look at him. I can feel the tears flowing down my face. My breath begins stuttering as I hold back sobs.

Simon instantly reacts. He quickly moved into the room and shuts the door, locking it so no one can interrupt. He sits on the edge of my bed and holds his arms out.

I climb onto his lap. He strokes my hair and mumbles reassurances. Simon has always done this for me whenever I'm upset.

Heh. Mama Minter.

"Vik? Want to talk about it?"

I nod my head and set myself back on the bed. I nervously twiddle my fingers. My thoughts racing as I decide where to begin.

"I-it started three months ago."

~Flashback~

"VIK COME DOWN STAIRS!"

"CAN'T I'M EDITING!"

A grumble is heard from downstairs and I assume I've won. I continue to edit, blocking out the world around me. My hands start to cramp up and I think my leg fell asleep.

I'm suddenly spun around. Josh stands there, an annoyed scowl etched on his face. I remove my headphones.

"What Josh?"

"Come play FIFA with me."

"No, I have to finish editing."

"You ARE playing FIFA with me."

"Don't order me around Josh. Go bug Simon or something."

"Can't. He went out."

"Not my problem."

His face lights up mischievously. He takes a couple steps back. His eyes flicking with hints of a joke.

What is he doing?

He's just staring at me all creepy like. His head tilts to the side and my eyes widen at the realization.

Oh no. Nononononono!