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Mycah was crying.

He was holed up in his room, laying in his bed with his arms behind his head allowing the tears to flow down his face without making much of a sound.

It was just a small funk, nothing like the depressive episodes that took over him on occasions that he didn't take his medicine. But still, it was there. A cloud of darkness was hanging over him, not dark enough for him to be screaming and trashing his room and sobbing for hours on end. But enough for him to quietly focus on all his negative traits and wish he could just be someone else. Enough for him to be filled with enough insecurity to question everything about himself, and how others felt about him.

Others like his friends. Mycah wondered why they even stuck around. Maybe as some sort of joke, or act of pity.

And all those boys and girls who treated him affectionately. Why bother? There were so much more fish in the sea. Prettier fish, without bipolar disorder and deep rooted self esteem issues.

The only person who had the common sense to realize that Mycah was far from the fun cool guy he was made out to be was Arden. It really was a mad world when the only person with their head properly screwed on was Arden Fuller.

Mycah cursed himself for being so dramatic. Why did he have to ruin everything? Even though they never let on, he knew that his down moods had to be putting a dampener on the holiday for his parents, which made him feel even more guilty. And for Arden's parents too, who were dragged into his stupid situation that he didn't understand and had no control over.

But even all the guilt couldn't pull him from his rut. He was just glad that this time it wasn't a massive fit like the last times. At least he could suffer in silence without anyone else knowing.

The tears continued to flow steadfastly down his face, his blank expression never changing. If it wasn't for the tears nobody would suspect that he was facing emotional turmoil by looking at him.

His thoughts kept whirring, picking apart every fact and flaw. It then that footsteps could be heard pounding up the stairs, heading down the hall towards his and Arden's room.

Mycah was so deep in his thought that he barely registered someone approaching the room until Arden burst in. Then again, Mycah didn't have the emotional or physical drive to make himself look presentable anyway. It's not like Arden didn't already know that there was something wrong with him.

Arden buzzed around the room, looking for a dry towel to grab before heading back down to the beach. It was only when he noticed Mycah had not made any witty digs at him that he realized something was wrong.

He turned to take a look at Mycah, finding him laying on his back on the bed with his arms behind his head. At first he thought he was sleeping, but on further inspection noticed that his eyes were open. It was then that he saw the tears and realized Mycah was crying.

"Oh shit.." he mumbled under his breath, unsure of what to do in the situation. It had been almost a week since Mycah the fateful party where Mycah had let slip his bipolar disorder, and this was the both the first time Arden was actually aware of what was happening, and the fist time he was physically in Mycah's presence while it was happening.

There had been a couple of incidents on the vacation wherein Mycah had locked himself into the room for a day or two, reappearing every time without any form of explanation thrown Arden's way. His parents insisted it wasn't their place to tell him. leaving him completely in the dark every time. Which was especially unfair considering he had been kicked out of his room on both occasions. There was also one time where Mycah was acting especially sullen during the day, before wandering off for a few hours, returning with red-rimmed eyes. But back then he wasn't aware of the other boy's diagnosis now. This was different. This time he actually knew what was going on, which made it all the more difficult because he had no idea how to resolve the situation. His 4.0 GPA and straight A cleverness couldn't help him now.

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