Marked

Chapter 25

Skeppy POV

Time went by where Skeppy would attempt small favors for Bad, but they never seemed to work out properly. Skeppy would do something nice for Bad, but it would either be overlooked, too small, or just cause an issue for Bad to fix. Skeppy felt useless, unable to pull anything together to help Bad.

Sure he had money, but he wanted to do something special, and something expensive isn't always practical. One day, Skeppy had reached into his pocket to find a small note. It read:

I know I said I'd leave you alone, but this is really not what I meant by 'Bad needs to go home.'

Skeppy knew Angel was looking out for him, but he just found it so difficult to believe that being away from Bad would benefit him.

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One day, Skeppy and Bad had a small argument about something of no importance. Nothing, right? Well, another day went by and the arguments got worse. Still nothing major, just little spats about stupid stuff. One of them would get mad at the other for something that didn't matter.

Each one would end with one of them storming off to their room, but later, one of them, usually Skeppy, would come sneaking back into the bedroom and they would fall asleep together. It was a painful cycle for both of them. Skeppy hated fighting with Bad, but his anxieties had caused him to stop caring about feelings. He didn't want to hurt Bad, but in attempting not to, he would only hurt them both.

One particular day they had another fight, and Bad had left with tears in his eyes. Skeppy apologized and tried to get Bad to come back, but he closed the door and said "Leave me alone!" Skeppy felt awful about what he had done. He thought about all of what Angel had told him.

Perhaps Bad really would be better off without him... Skeppy looked at the small room he had called his own for about a month now. He had grown used to it. Not waking up in it, but grown used to recording there. He not only felt terrible about hurting Bad, but he also felt homesick. He missed his family and his old room.

An impulsive burst hit him, and he grabbed his backpack from the closet. The sun was set and Bad still hadn't come out of his room. Skeppy quickly shoved his things into his bag and shoved it over his shoulder. He walked down the hall, passing Bad's door which was slightly ajar. Once he made it downstairs and put his shoes on, he felt something touch his shoulder.

Skeppy turned to see Bad standing there beside him. "Where are you going? It's so late... What's wrong?"

Skeppy let out a sigh. "I just can't stay..."

"Why not?"

"Do I have to give a reason? It's just me... It's what I want..."

Bad let his arm fall to his side. "Skeppy, I'm sorry! Please don't go!"

"I don't want to hurt you, but I need to breathe... At the end of it all, you're still my best friend," Skeppy felt regret as Bad flinched after each word he said.

"Skeppy, we were more than that. We could've been more than that..." Bad trailed off, getting quieter with each word he said.

"I'm sorry Bad," Skeppy said, closing the door behind him.

Bad didn't follow, but instead watched from the window as Skeppy climbed into his car and drove off into the night.

BadBoyHalo POV

Bad watched as Skeppy drove off. He felt so horrible about what he had done. He had been too weak, let his feelings get hurt too easily. He had chased Skeppy away. Bad saw the light of the tail lights fade as Skeppy turned onto a different street. Bad climbed the stairs to his room, and the second he shut the door, he flopped onto the bed.

Tears poured from his eyes. "Skeppy I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I'm so sorry." Bad laid in bed for the rest of the night. He figured he would cry himself to sleep, but instead he laid there. He wasn't crying anymore, but he wouldn't be able to sleep. The spot where Skeppy usually slept was empty. He laid there, staring at the ceiling.

"Skeppy, come home..."

Bad was slightly hopeful that he'd hear the sound of the door opening quietly, Skeppy sneaking in. They would fall asleep and wake up just fine in the morning, as if none of the fighting ever happened. Bad thought he heard the door.

"Skeppy?"

But nobody came.

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