Warning: This story contains slight amounts of gore, depression, violence, sexual (bare minimal here) contact, bullying (no duh), anxiety attacks and the author slightly going past the boundaries of normal.

Side effects might include; feeling a warm and fuzzy feeling, screaming at the screen, having the urge to throw the computer, having the urge to slam the computer closed and/or feeling sorrow.

Christopher is a slightly scrawny boy, he had some muscle on him for being teased and chased by Paul’s group. He was smaller built compared to a lot of kids, and was bullied because of it. When his hair was longer, he was thought to be a girl when he was in 3rd grade. His hair is blonde, and curly towards the ends, and his eyes are a bright blue.

Paul is a strongly built boy, but not bulging with muscle. He could easily be on a basketball team and have a good chance at winning as he does losing. However, he is more built than Christopher. Paul’s hair is dark brown, and his eyes are a hazel color. Girls ask him out, but he says no to all of them. No one knows why, but maybe he doesn’t want anyone to find the soft spot in him.

“Hey, Christie!”--that was the name they called Christopher--“Whatcha doin’, girlie?”

Christopher was at his locker, taking stuff out, replacing items. “Going through my locker.” He said stiffly. He was tired of it, but he couldn’t do anything without getting punched and practically destroyed in two hits.

“Oh, really?” He grinned, and Christopher turned around, shutting the locker.

“And now I am shutting the locker. And now I am walking off to class.” Christopher walked away from him, and Paul quickly grabbed him, slamming him against the locker. “Ah!”

Christopher cried out in surprise, and he was pinned harshly. “Listen here, little fuck. I don’t care what you’re doing, but you should never use that tone of voice around me. No matter what.” Paul growled, his hazel eyes striking fear into Christopher’s blue ones.

Christopher’s heart pounded like drums in his ears, but then he had enough. For a small boy, he packed a punch. He moved his arms down fast, pushing Paul back as hard as he could, sending him falling to the floor. Christopher ran off down the hall, twisting this way and that through the halls as the boys chased him.

He managed to loop all the way around and get his stuff, darting to the class that was only a few rooms down. He made it inside the class, and he quietly sat down. The boys ran right by the room, and Christopher sank into the chair, sighing quietly.

He didn’t know why he did what he did, but he could still feel Paul’s breath, even though he was gone. His heart pounded in his chest, even as he caught his breath. His hands were trembling, but he didn’t feel anxiety or anything, which was something new, and it was scaring him…

It scared Christopher to the point where he began to get anxiety…

~~Paul’s POV~~

Paul found himself doodling over the margin of his notebook, and he found himself drawing somebody… then hair, eyes...mouth, lips… His face instantly went red. He knew exactly who he was drawing. No. No, stop it, Paul… He thought. He erased everything and changed it to where he was beaten up and shrinking in fear into a corner, but… It didn’t help. He tore out the picture, folding up the paper and shoving it into the pit of his pocket.

Paul was encountering a big problem. His thoughts were broken when the announcements came on from the classroom nearby. They shared a wall, so they were able to hear anything that went on in that class. “What do you need?”

The whole class was dead quiet. “A-A student collapsed!” It was another student. Everyone broke into murmurs.

“Shut up!” Paul said, wanting to hear, and the class instantly shut up.

“Where’s your teacher?” The voice responded.

“I-In the bathroom!” The student answered, their voice filled with panic.

“Okay, I’ll need you to calm down. Who collapsed?”

“Ch-Christopher Wi-Wilcher! He-He started to shake really bad, and his breath went all uneven. I-I think he had an anxiety attack…”

“So he’s still breathing?”

“Y-yeah he is! Get someone down here!”

“The nurse is on her way.”

Paul began to shake himself, and he gripped his notebook. “‘Ey Paul? You okay?” His buddy next to him looked at him concerned.

“I-I’m fine…” Paul groaned as a sickly feeling crawled over the masses of his stomach. He rested his head on the cool plastic of the desk, hugging his stomach. Then he began to shake. He was getting stressed out. If anything happened to Christopher… No! Stop it, Paul! You don’t like him! You don’t, you don’t, you don’t! He’s just a little bully toy! Stop it, Paul!

Paul kept feeling sick, and he couldn’t get rid of the feeling he was getting, no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to get rid of it so he wouldn’t have to deal with it… This feeling wouldn’t be going away like he hoped it would. Instead, it would stay and be with him until he would do the impossible.

Before he could think, his vision went entirely black and shouts flooded the room.

~~Christopher’s POV~~

Christopher woke up in the nurse’s office on a flat leather-material bed. He sat up confused, and he heard a groan from the bed on the other side of the room. P-Paul…? Christopher looked at him, suddenly flooded with concern, which was quickly washed away from the thoughts of his mind with pure hate.

He hated Paul ever since he began to get picked on. They didn’t even know each other, so Christopher was confused. Now they had accidentally found out things about each other, and it was the worst thing for the both of them.

Paul groaned and he sat up, Christopher looked away, laying down, pretending to still be out cold.

Christopher heard loud swearing, and he flinched, quietly cursing inside his own head. Please ignore me… Please… Christopher was facing away, but his eyes were slightly open, but not noticeable. Then… “Christopher?”

Christopher bit his tongue and groaned as if he was still asleep. He was trying hard to play it off that way, but it wasn’t working how he wanted it to. He heard something shift, and Christopher quickly sat up, shaking again, and then pretended to be confused. He was trying to not give himself away, but it wasn’t really going according to his plan. “Wh...what happened…?”

“You blacked out, stupid.” Christopher jumped, not expecting a response, and looked at Paul who was sitting on his bed.

“H-how-” Christopher stammered, trying to find words.

“I’m in the class behind you.” He smirked. “I thought you knew that.”

Christopher felt fear crawl up his throat. “Wh-...what?” His voice came out as a measly squeak.

“I see you’ve both woken up. It seemed like a chain reaction. First Christopher, then from students’ cries, Paul passed out a few moments later…” The nurse walked in, adjusting his glasses. “You two should stay in here for a few while I let your parents know and if they want to pick you up. Christopher, this isn’t really new for you.” Christopher looked down, his face going red. No! No, shut up! Don’t say it! “You do have an anxiety disorder, after all.” Fuck. you. “You, Paul… This is new for you… If you do decide to stay since you have no guardians currently, I would suggest going to get a checkup when you get home.”

“Yeah. Will do.” Paul said bluntly, and he sounded pissed. Christopher looked up and the nurse left, heading into his office. Paul sighed quietly and leaned against the wall.