You see your friend in his room crying, wdyd? (No erp, romance is allowed, no car, truck, joke, op, or military oc)

May: hey what's the matter?

Chris: n-nothing

May: you were crying

Chris: nothing

May: you can tell me the truth did you lose someone or something?

Chris: i keep being called a fa-, I mean, a very homophobic word

May: oh... trust me I've been called that a lot..

Chris: *hugs her*

May: *hugs him*

Chris: thank you

May: no problem

(Also I want to do romance)

(Kk)
Chris: *snuggles*

May: *blushes*

Chris: *blushes*

May: *lays head on his shoulder*

Chris: mmm

May: *tired*

Chris: you look tired

May: because I am..

Chris: then go to sleep

May: *sleeps*

Chris: *smiles, falls asleep*

--the next day at school Chris would see people coming around the corner chuckling and heard someone faintly crying from where they came from--

-he goes to check-

-it was May who was crying, had bruises on her, had the word FREAK cut into her arm and there was a bloody pencil beside her-

Chris: *obviously pissed* who did this! *pulls her close*

May; *crying* i-i don't know i-i di-didnt know the-em..

Chris: its ok, I got you

May: *crying and is slightly bleeding from the word that was cut into her arm*

Chris: *takes off his shirt and wraps it around the wound*

May: ow..

Chris: sorry

May: it's ok

Chris: I feel like this is my fault

May: it's not they did this since I'm past of the LGBTQ community...

Chris: I just blame stuff on myself alot, don't I?
(Pov, me irl)

May: *nods*I do the same thing..

Chris: so, what do they look like?

May: they were talking and one had black hair and the other one had red hair

Chris: ok

May; *still in pain*

tall*

Chris: *pulls her close* i got you, its ok

May: *lays head on his shoulder, tears still falling down her face*

Chris: its ok, I got you

May: *slowly calms down as a teacher walks over*
(Can you be teacher?)

(Sure)
Teacher: what happened hear?

May: *was to scared and hurt to say anything*

Chris: some assholes hurt her
Teacher: oh dear

May: *quiet*

Teacher: take her to the nurses office, and get a shirt

May: *quiet*

Chris: ok

May: *quiet*

Chris: *picks her up*

May: *blushes a little*

Chris: *blushes*

May: *quiet*

Chris: *kisses her cheek*

May: *blushes*

Chris: *blushes more* s-sorry

May: it's ok

Chris: are you sure?

May: *nods*

Chris: okay

May: *quiet*