OMG I ACUALLY UPDATED?
This was a sad...sad chapter so please, listen to music that makes you feel

Hiccup left his phone on the side table this time. He watched as Jack bombarded him with texts, he lost count after the 45th "Hiccup please! Let me explain!" text.

Hiccup's eyes were red and nose stuffed up from the hours of tears rolling down his face. He had admitted to himself years ago that he did enjoy Jack's company, and in a bit less of a friendship way. He tried so hard to ignore the faint flirting Jack had showered him with since junior year of high school. He had always just told himself that jack was just being... well, Jack.

He assumed that to the other, it was nothing. But since they started university together 7 months ago, Jack had given off a more sincere mood each time he flirted. And Hiccup had stupidly gotten his hopes up.

Another text sent him over the edge, just what was Jack's game here? See how much he can draw out from the hopeless loser and then crush him down more? Hiccup felt salty warm tears fall down his cheeks again as Jack tried to call him for the ump-teenth time. He shook his head and finally got out of bed, walking out of his room. He let the phone go to voicemail again.

Hiccup opened the fridge, finding a six pack of beers. He shrugs and takes one out. As he tried the twist off, the cap sliced his hand. A stinging shallow cut appears, causing Hiccup to hiss and bring his hand up to suck off the blood. He curses and looks for a bottle opener, feeling more anxiety pool up as he frantically looks though the junk in all of the drawers. He feel himself crack just a bit more, he was so fucking useless he couldn't even find a fucking piece of metal that would let him open the bottle of beer that promised such sweet lies of temporary relief.

Hiccup was on the floor, clutching the now warming beer in one hand as he had yet another break down on the tiled floor of his kitchen. One hand held his sweaty forehead as his hitched, uneven breathing and broken, fatigued sobs filled the room. He covered his cut hand with his sleeve and twisted hard, the cotton polyester mix stung the cut and clung to the smeared sticky blood that stained his lightly tanned skin

God, no wonder Jack thought he could play with his feelings like this. He was this weak wimp that cried at almost everything. "Over sensitive clingy freak." He yelled to himself before he finally brought the beer bottle to his lips. He refused to take them off until he had chugged most of the alcohol out. He felt a little fuzzy, just not enough to dull his pain. He took the case out of the fridge and carried it off to his room.

Each hour that passed slowly went by in a drunken blur. Hiccup had gotten a lot accomplished by now, yelling in the mirror, breaking it as the sun set because he could see the shadows of his face prove how ugly he really was.

Hiccup was laying on his bed without the sheet, holding his laptop on his stomach as he scrolled through all of his photos on Facebook. He looked at all of the ones with him and Jack. God he looked so happy. "That doesn't last!" He yells at the screen, seeing some graduation day photos where he and Jack were smiling wide.

Hiccup had a headache now. His eyes hurt from the bright light radiating off of the screen he figured that it would probably ruin his corneas, but he could care less. He pushed the laptop away and stumbled into the bathroom where he kept his Advil. Hiccup had forgotten that he had drank a lot more than he should have, or maybe he subconsciously didn't care. Hiccup wanted his headache to go away so he could sleep. He tried hard to undo the childproof cap, but after about three minutes of a struggle he ended up in a teary mess.

And then Hiccup did something stupid, something he had been avoiding all night.

He called Jack.

Jack hadn't even let it ring before he answered his cell phone. "Hiccup!" He yells to the other end, "Let me explain! Please!"

Before Jack could start talking the voice on the other end mumbled
"...I can't open it Jack.."

Jack lifted a brow, confused now. "W-what? What are you talking abou-"

"I Can't open the bottle JACK!" He yelled to the phone, crying again.

"What bottle? Hiccup what are you even? What?" Jack was getting his coat on and down the stairs to the ground floor. By the time he got to his car, the line on the other end went dead- the dial tone taunted Jack's ear.

Hiccup had hung up on him.

Jack got very worried now, it wasn't normal for Hiccup to call after 10pm, let alone sob on the other end about some mysterious bottle. He tried to unlock his 1991 Buick Century Sedan, but the key broke in the locks door. Jack's panic started to get the best of him, how was he supposed to get to hiccup now?

Maybe it was an adrenalin rush or maybe he was just an idiot, but Jack wasted no time.

He ditched his broken keys, his shitty sedan and ran to Hiccup's apartment. He ran the 15 minute drive in 10 minutes, getting to impossible speeds to reach his friend's place. Jack would have broken down the door if it wasn't for the fact he was heaving from the "energizing" run over. He jiggled the knob but Hiccup had it locked. "Damn it!" he swore as he checked under the mat for the extra key. Lucky for him it waited there.

Jack walked quickly inside to see a shit storm of a mess and one light on down the small hallway. He rushed over to see a crying Hiccup still clinging desperately to his phone, that had shut off from a dead battery, begging for Jack to come and open the Advil bottle for him.

Jack slumped down to the floor and fought Hiccup for the bottle. Hiccup gave up quickly and covered his face while he cried. "I have a headache... I just want to sleep.." He explained. Jack frowned and wrapped his arms around him, only to get a swift slap to the face. "Don't touch me you flirting fiend!" Hiccup barked drunkenly. "I don't want to hurt more!" He slurred.

Hiccup looked a lot like a child when he cried. Snot bubble in his nose, tears covering his face, mouth opened while he tried to speak between hard breaths. Jack felt a lot of guilt, piecing together quickly without any explanation from, the other. He figured that Hiccup had liked him back a lot, maybe more then Jack liked him.

Another 30 minutes passed of Hiccup crying with his knees pulled up to shelter his face. Jack had finally gotten a chance to hold him close. He swallowed shallowly and whispered. "I...I love you and I said the wrong thing." He admits.

When he wasn't interrupted by Hiccup, Jack continued. "I... I honestly love you- a lot more than might be healthy... I get drunk every Friday night and whack off- think!- think about loving you. I wanted nothing more than to... have you all to myself. But I was scared that... that you wouldn't want me because- god because look at you! You're so perfect! So smart, and handsome. Every one of your freckles distract me, god, I would count them if you let me. I just want to love you like you need...so...Hiccup?" Jack asked, tearing a bit. "Hiccup come on, say something please." He looked down in his arms.

Hiccup was curled up to Jack's chest, sleeping soundly. His breathing was slow but even paced, and his tears had stopped. Hiccup fell asleep feeling safe right where he was.

Jack on the other hand, felt a bit cheated by fate. He finally had what he wanted but, Hiccup hadn't heard a single word of what he said. Half of his brain told him to leave to find paper and write what he said down before he forgot. The other half told him to stay where he was and enjoy the moment.

So Jack fell asleep with Hiccup on the bathroom floor, feeling that he should get a good sleep before he tried to repeat everything to the hiccup. Something told him that tomorrow morning was going to be very emotional.