Issues Of A Younger Brother

Mariano watched in dismay as everyone replied to Dominick's status with the enthusiasm he should show as well, but he just couldn't put himself over the idea. He glared at the little bar where his own comment was placed, he only had to push enter to put it into the conversation.  Staring back at the conversation, he practically wanted to bro hug Leon straight through the screen if he could, just for the fact that the guy didn't appear as happy as everyone else. Even if it wasn't the reason Mariano had for disliking the sudden turn to possible fame for Dominick.

Backspacing the line 'I don't want you to leave' seemed like the best option, so he did. Nobody would believe anyway that it wasn't out of jealousy that he didn't want Dominick to leave. A soft, but mean voice in the back of his head got back up.

'I already told you trusting this guy would put you in this position, but you wouldn't listen. I told you, didn't I? Now he's gonna leave and never come back. When will you learn?'
Fucking hell not that shit again. He thought he had murdered that negative voice with success after he finished highschool. Seriously, if he could have that fucking voice lobotomized he would, no doubt or regret too big for it. A deep sigh got out of his mouth and he was already glad Dominick had stopped the chat conversation between them. Right now, he kind of wished for New York to vanish into thin air for a month or three.

"Really, Dominick? You'd just have to get up and go away at the most inconvenient time ever, huh? Great. Thanks. Should have seen that coming from miles ago by now."

He bit his lower lip in frustration. He was getting so fed up with this. Time after time some person just had to break right through his defensive walls, screw with his perception of mankind, only to backstab him and leave him after that. Dominick right now did the exact same and he wouldn't have minded as much, if he hadn't started to view the guy as an older brother. Now,  it felt like his 'family' was just re-abandoning him again. It was practically as if his heart sighed with him, before saying:

"Guys, here we go again. Set plan B32 in work to avoid any more mental scarring."

But fine. Dominick should go and become famous, like he cared. Considering Dominick didn't even see Mariano was cold and uninterested not only because he was tired, but he was afraid of getting hurt again… Well, apparently he didn't care. All right, two could play that game anyway.

So the next day at school, Mariano pretty much avoided the taller brunette for as far as he could. He locked his jaws and refused to say anything to the older guy, not even good morning. Because if he didn't care, Mariano didn't either. He had done this before, he had thrown people out like that before, so he would be fine… Right? He had to get to class anyway, no time to loose or waste.

"Mari?"
"What."
"Is something wr-"
"Sylvan, are you still paying attention?"
"Yes, miss."

Mariano shook his head at his best friend, giving him the sign that he didn't want to talk about it. Gently tapping his wrist, the blonde stared at the slightly shorter, tanned male. He in turn signed with his hands that it would take thirty more minutes before this class ended. Both rolled with there eyes at the same time, before Mariano looked back at the teacher and the chalkboard.

"Good, now that we are done with this subject, we move on to New Yo-"

Low. Fucking. Blow. In a rapid move Mariano stood up and walked away, mumbling something about having to answer an important phone call as he passed the teacher on his way out of the classroom. He shoved a random person out of his way to the men's room before locking himself in one of the stalls and immediately an outburst of all Dutch curse words he knew flew out of his mouth in a fit of anger. The poor stall itself wasn't safe for his anger either, as he gave the door a massive kick in hope it would make him feel better, but it only kind of hurt. He bit his lip until he tasted blood and his nails dug so deeply into the skin of his palms until those wounds started to bleed as well.

He kept there for what seemed like an eternity before he could here someone, -that someone being Sylvan-, calling out his name.

"Mari? Are you still here? First of all, you barely use that phone so what was that all about? Second, next time you refuse to return to class, at least take your bag 'nd stuff with you. What do you keep in there, an elephant feet? … Mar? Hello?"

Mariano play backed the words 'Go away' as his friend knocked on the door of the stall he was in. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want nobody around. He wanted to be fucking left alone right now.

When he didn't get a reply, Sylvan got kind of worried. If the blonde wasn't here, then where the heck did he go to? Mariano wasn't the type to suddenly ditch class and roam the school, aside from that this building was huge. How was he ever going to find the guy? His friend seemed really upset about something as well. Walking out of the bathroom, he went to find his band members, but Mariano wasn't with them either. Turning around, he nearly knocked over Isiah who was just walking by on his way probably to meet up with Dominick.

"Oh, Isiah, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!"
"It's okay."
"Say, have you seen Mariano on your way here?"
"Ehm… No. Why do you ask?"
"He randomly left history class ditching most of his stuff and looking pretty troubled about something, and now I can't find him anywhere. I hoped since you're.. well you know, his boyfriend and all, maybe you had seen him or know where he is?"
"I'm sorry, I can't help. But, if it'll calm you down, I'll be on the look out for him? And I can ask Dominick to do the same?"
"That would probably help yeah, thanks. Good luck finding him."
"Same to you."