Josh had had a very eventful night and with being exhausted and in the same room as the person who made it happen, he thought he had better go to sleep now and not do anything about the situation in his pants.

He was still in his sweater and pajama pants from earlier so he didn't bother changing. Instead, he turned onto his side, wrapped his arms around his pillow and fell asleep.

"Hmm…it looks like his meds are wearing off," said a voice.

"Josh. Time to get up," said another.

"What?" he mumbled, groggily rubbing his eyes, "What time is it?" he asked.

A female voice laughed hysterically, "We can't really check the time, Josh-y. Considering we're dead."

Josh sat up fast. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." He'd thought it was a dream. A nice, normal one where Hannah and Beth come and wake him up for school. But that's not the case. This is real. Hannah and Beth are in his room. Their faces bloody and crushed. Their bodies the same.

"You can't be here," he said covering his face, "You're both dead."

"We came to visit," Hannah said.

"Have you ever really thought about it, Josh?" Beth asked, "Ya know, if you had gone to that party with us, things would be different right now. Maybe we'd be alive. Or maybe you'd be dead too."

"Stop," he said moving his hands over his ears.

Chris stirred in bed as Josh pressed himself against the headboard and squeezed his head.

"You could have saved us, Josh. You could have saved all of us," Hannah taunted.

"STOP...please," he sobbed out.

Chris jumped out of bed and ran over to Josh. "Josh."

"No!" he said and curled in on himself more.

"Josh. It's okay," Chris said as he slowly moved to place a hand on one of Josh's arms.

"Stop saying that, Hannah! I didn't kill you," he sobbed.

Chris put his hand on Josh's arm and Josh jumped back with a startled yell. His hands falling from his ears. "Josh. It's me. It's okay. I'm the only one here. It's just you and me."

Josh looked up at him, tears streaming down his face.

"That's good. Just look at me, okay. I'm here with you and I'll keep you safe...okay, Josh?"

Josh nodded slightly, "Yeah...yeah," his whole body shook.

"Hey, hey. It's okay," he grabbed the blanket Josh had thrown off him during the chaos and laid it over Josh's shaking body, "Does that help?"

Josh shook his head.

"Okay, what can I do to help then?" Chris asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

"You could sleep in my bed with me," Josh said, nonchalantly.

Chris laughed, "Nice one, dude. Even if you were being serious. It's too small."

Josh shrugged his shoulders, "Your loss, I guess."

Chris raised an eyebrow, "Okay, scoot over. How do you wanna do this?" he asked climbing under the covers with Josh.

Josh waited for Chris to get situated on his side of the bed then told him how to lay. "Lay on your side, facing me," Josh instructed and Chris complied. "Okay. Perfect," Josh said. "I'm just gonna squeeze in right here then," he said, lifting Chris' arm up and putting it on his waist, curling into his chest.

Chris smiled, "This works for me."

Josh slept through the night with no more nightmares or visits from his sisters.

Sorry this one is short...This is just me getting out all my gay really fast. That's a lie there is gonna be sOOOOO MUCH MORE GAYYYYYYYYYYYY. Deal with it. I love boys. Also, on a slightly related note, boyfriend? I have a boyfriend and he's perfect? ? ? How am I supposed to cope.