This class could not be more boring. Maybe if the teacher talked in slow motion, or started talking in only Marvel quotes. No, wait, that would make it entertaining. Which this teacher apparently thinks is illegal. To be honest, you barely knew which class this was. History? Math? Hell if you knew. One thing you did know was you're best friend Kevin was next to you, scribbling away in his notes.

You just had your chin on your left hand, tapping the pencil against the desk with your right. In the midst of zoning out, only hearing muffled trombone as the teachers voice like something out of Charlie Brown, you saw Kevin looking a little off. His hand was gripping the pencil so tight his knuckles were white, and his features contorted in a pained expression. You weren't exactly sure what to think of it, until the pencil snapped in half.

"Kevin?" You worriedly whispered to him. "Are you okay?" You asked, glancing to make sure the teacher was occupied with something else. He didn't reply in words, but nodded unconvincingly with his head in his hands. "Kevin?" You asked a little louder, but only got waved off by your best friend. "KEVIN," you whisper shouted, yanking his hand away from his face. His removed hand revealed tears leaking from his eyes, and you were definitely worried now.

Then, suddenly he stood up and bolted towards the door. "Mr. Tran, you must ask to be excused," the teacher nagged, but Kevin ignored him and shoved the door open with determined force. Without hesitation, you got up and jogged after him. The teachers words were morphed into trombone nonsense out of lack of interest, but you assumed it was something like "Ms. Y/L/N, sit down."

Opening the door in the hallway, your eyes darted around frantically for your best friend. "Kevin?!" You shouted, whipping your head left and right to look down each hallway, when something caught your eye. A storage closet door slamming shut. It was worth a shot to check it out.

Running down the hallway, you slid to a stop in front of the closed door. You knocked on the door instantly, checking once more if the situation was critical. "Kevin? What's going on?"

"I'm okay Y/N, go back to class..." Even though his voice was muffled through the door, you heard the pain bright and clear. You swung the door open, seeing Kevin sitting against the wall holding his forehead. "I'm fine Y/N, really..." he said through clenched teeth. With the door slamming shut behind you, you crouched down in front of him and focused your eyes in the dingily dark storage room.

"Tell me what's happening," you tried to keep your voice calm, but pretty much failing.

"I don't know...My head, it hurts...It's like there's voices..." he practically whispered back. You frantically analyzed the situation, not knowing how to deal with...with...well, you didn't know what was happening. Starting to freak out yourself, not knowing what was happening therefore not knowing how to deal with it, you suddenly had a calm rush over you. Almost out of instinct, you grabbed his hands gently in your own.

"Kevin, Kev look at me," your voice was surprisingly comforting, which was luckily what he needed. He finally pried his tightly squeezed eyes open, and his scared and frantic brown orbs stared into yours. "Okay, okay just look at me. Focus on me, focus on my voice," your voice was steady as a rock, which was the opposite of him. Almost his entire body was tense and shaking, and his breathing was ragged. Whatever this was, it was getting worse. "Kevin, listen to me. You're going to be okay, okay? Just look at me, you're going to be okay."

When you realized how close the two of you were, an idea crawled into your head. A stupid, stupid idea...but it could work. But it's stupid, and insane and could have long term effects. But your best friend was in pain.

You couldn't think about it anymore, you just smashed your lips to his. Everything around you seemed to slow down, even him. Kevin's body softened, and you both melted into it. It had worked, he was okay. Your about to pull away, when his hand brushed against your cheek, cradling your face.

When the two of you finally pulled away for air, you stared at your best friend in awe. Well, you had no idea if he was going to be your best friend for much longer.

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