Jackson's back slid down against the door. The constant knocking noise was starting to annoy him, giving him a headache. All he wanted was to be isolated from the world and kept away from him. The one that was the cause of his downfall, the reason why he was having a breakdown.

"Jackson, come on," He pleaded. "I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to do it. I promise you," Bambam cried. All Jackson wanted to do was shut him out but his voice kept ringing in his ears. Bambam kept apologising but it wasn't going to happen. Bambam kept talking about it like he never planned for it to happen, like it was an accident. Jackson knew, he knew it wasn't an accident, it was on purpose, to hurt him.

The pounding on the door of the room was making it shake. Bambam's apologies and the pounding on the door was all Jackson was hearing. That was when the banging stopped. "Jackson. You're being nonsensical and childish," Bambam said, hoping that this would at least make Jackson open the door.

"Nonsensical? Childish? Bambam, you went so low to hurt my feelings and now you're calling me childish? I can't believe you! Are you even my friend anymore?" Jackson's voice quivered as he slowly opened the door.

"Bro, it's just Monopoly."

This short story has taken inspiration from a lovely tumblr post about Percabeth.