Here is Chapter 3! It's one of my favorite chapters I've written and you'll see why. I told y'all I'm really in love with this fanfic and I have a lot of great plans for it, trust me. I dunno when Chapter 4 will be up, I want it to be a longer, more emotional chapter. (Again, you'll see why after reading this chapter) So enjoy and don't forget to follow, favorite and leave a review! ~DiscoBallMind

Chapter 3: "Sad Dream"

"And standing in the water with me,
I can tell you what I wanna tell you.
And I hope it's just a bad dream,
Hope it's just a sad dream" -Sad Dream/Sky Ferreira

Jackson awoke to the after-storm sunlight streaming through the window near the bed in which he slept. He felt rejuvenated. A refreshed feeling washed over the boy. The storm had passed and Jackson was no longer anxious and afraid like he was the night before. Jackson slipped out of the bed and stretched beside it. He closed his eyes and yawned loudly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Deuce standing before him.

Deuce smiled happily at the Normie. "You look happy dude, I take it you slept soundly?"

Jackson returned the kind smile. "Yeah I did surprisingly. That storm last night was terrible." A strange and overwhelming feeling enveloped Jackson suddenly. He knew it was time to tell Deuce. He couldn't control his mouth anymore. Every secret he was hiding about his sexuality and his crush on Deuce spilled from his lips. He couldn't stop himself as he told Deuce everything.

Deuce was silent. His face had lost the kind smile it had before, and in its place was an angry scowl. The silence was broken by a single word, a question, asked by Deuce. "What?" He provoked. His tone was sharp, like the edge of a freshly shattered glass.

The other boy was silent, but what was said had been said, and there was no going back on that now. The tension in the room was so solid it could be cut with a knife. The air was thick with silence. Time had come to a halt.

Deuce spoke again, this time with anger backing his usually calm voice. "Are you serious Jackson?" He crossed his arms, a defensive gesture. "I can't believe that you-that you're-that you didn't tell me you were like that." He spat the last words out as if they were a disgusting portion of food.

Jackson shrunk away from Deuce. Deuce was never one to lose his head over something small, and Jackson was so sure he would've accepted him, this ending was never even thought of. His voice was meek when he spoke at last. "I-I thought we were friends?" Jackson begged, as if it was a last-will effort to get Deuce to accept him. He was terrified, this was nothing like how he wanted it to be.

The gorgon turned away from the Normie. His posture was tense and you could see the rage practically seeping from him. "Yeah, we were, before you decided to be a queer." Deuce said the final word as a pure insult. He wanted it to hurt, and Jackson could hear it.. He whirled around and looked at Jackson with a stony, grim look. "Grab your stuff and leave. I don't wanna be friends with the someone-someone like you." Deuce was dead serious, and on his final word he turned to leave. Jackson panicked and grabbed his arm before he could go.

With fear of losing his best friend, one of his only friends, he pleaded with Deuce. "Deuce no! I'm sorry! I'm-" Before Jackson could finish Deuce broke his grip.

"I said get away from me!" Deuce yelled.

Jackson looked defeated. Their friendship flashed before his eyes; all the good memories, and all the good times they shared faded away. It was then Jackson noticed Deuce's fist; it was cocked back.

Deuce let the fist fly.

Time slowed even more. Deuce's fist was on track to clock Jackson right in the face. Jackson didn't expect this outcome at all. As the fist came closer, his heart pounded loudly, knowing what was next. Jackson closed his eyes tight and braced for impact.

But nothing came.

Jackson opened his eyes. He was Deuce's living room, still bundled up in blankets and sheets. His breathing was heavy and his skin was beaded with cold, nervous sweat.

It had all been a dream.

He couldn't believe the nightmare he had, it had singlehandedly been the worst nightmare he's ever endured. His heart was still pounding in the aftermath of it. It took him a few minutes to calm down, but he was still on edge. 'What if Deuce reacts like that when I tell him for real?" Jackson pondered. He tried to brush away the thought. 'Deuce would never act like that, he'd never be that terrible.' Jackson rolled over, and let out a soft sigh into his pillow. He couldn't get his fear of rejection out of his mind.

Jackson sat up and reached for his glasses, and after putting them on his face he noticed Deuce wasn't where he had fallen asleep. He looked around the room briefly, but still couldn't find the other boy. A sweet smell wafted from the kitchen, and Jackson knew that's where Deuce was. He shook off the nightmare and stood, his knees shaking slightly. He took in a deep breath and let it go.

It was only a dream.

This was one of my favorite chapters hands down. I'm sorry if I scared y'all at first ;) Hope you enjoyed! Be on the lookout for Chapter 4 soon! ~DiscoBallMind