𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒 ; 𝑤. 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑡

v. mixed feelings

— mutuals
v. chapter five: mixed feelings
@raiinyo
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IT WAS THE day, and i was already on my way to brighton. i knew we'd be vlogging, so i made sure to ask if they had one, because i couldn't find mine.

i'm so excited. i'm gonna meet floris—who i've been wanting to meet forever, i thought, my mind racing. and wilbur, and niki, and—oh, i wonder if they have plans already on what we're going to be doing? maybe we can go to the arcade! that'd be so dope. . .

as i ran through my own thoughts, the radio music blurred, and i realised i should be careful driving. brighton wasn't too far from my city. i smiled as i finally reached it. i was at the meeting spot: in the parking lot of the arcade. well maybe we would be going in.

"norah!" i heard a familiar voice from behind me, followed by pit-pats of footsteps. i spun around, an immediate smile on my face, and realised who it was.

"george!" i exclaimed, both of us bouncing into a hug. we were still bouncing while spinning around. "norah! i can't believe you're here! it's norah in real life, guys."

as he said that, i noticed fundy, niki, and wilbur there, niki holding a camera. "yes, yes and—fundy!" i greeted him. it was nice to see everyone match my energy, and be excited about seeing me; something i'd never imagine happening.

"hello, nory-uh," wil smirked, offering a hug. i scoffed. "'sup, tinfoil?" i laughed, happily accepting it. niki was pointing the camera at us, and when i glanced at her, she lifted a hand to her mouth, giggling. "hey," i laughed. "what are you laughing at?"

"and here you have it, folks," niki said. "the duo meet up we were all waiting for!"

tinfoil panted a laugh. "here you have it." i smirked. "so what are we doing?" george cut in. "we could go to the arcade! wait, that's why we met here, right. . ?"

fundy nudged him. "nah, gogy, we were just gonna stare at it."
"oh, shut up."

there were so many games. i looked around. i glanced to where wilbur was. "norah, look at this!" he laughed. i walked over, looking at the game.

apparently, you had to shoot the aliens on the screen with the little gun. "i've tried this too many times, can you help me?"
i laughed, earning a scoff. "oh, please," he said with a smug look on his face. "don't act like you don't ask me for help on a daily basis."

i laughed. "alright, you got me there." aiming the gun to all the blue alien-looking monsters, i tried to shoot all of them. "they're kinda cute," i smiled.
"oh my god," he rolled his eyes in a joking manner.

"oh, look at that. i won," i announced and glanced happily up at him. "guess you were right to ask me. and here's your tickets that i won for you." i handed him the tickets, and i froze when my hand fell on his. we caught each other's gaze for a moment.

i couldn't escape his coffee brown eyes. it was like swimming in a flooded cavern; you're stuck, and it's dark. so i couldn't just pull away, it was impossible. and in a way i kind of wanted this moment to last forever.

does that make sense?

"i—i—you, uh—i won. i'm—better," i stuttered, scrambling in my mind, trying to catch the next words i was to use, preferably sarcasm so i could hide the flustered energy. because why in hell would that moment make me so embarrassed?

wilbur looked at me. "are you dissing me?" he scoffed. i smiled innocently. "who said i was?"
"it sure sounded like it. . ."

i laughed. "take it how you want."
"smartass."
"i am smart, and i can be an ass sometimes. so thank you," i winked, making my way back to george, niki and fundy.

but then i felt a hand grasp my arm not too tightly. "oh—erm, sorry. i just. . . would you like to, uh. . . play something?" i tilted my head, furrowing my brows. "oh, tinfoil. don't you wanna see what they're doing? it looks like they're trying the claw machine."

wilbur rested his hand on the back of his neck. "oh, okay. then, uh, sure." i smiled, and as we walked beside each other, i picked up his hand, intertwining our fingers together.

he just laughed, like as if i'd made a funny joke. "what?" i frowned. wil hummed. "what? oh, nothing. . ."

i didn't bother to think of what he was possibly thinking.

george, niki and fundy were trying at a claw machine that had different rubber ducks. "hi norah, hi wilbur! i'm trying to get the fox duck," fundy told us, in which i snorted. "of course you are," i nudged wil playfully and he went along with it.

"okay, fundy, we get it. you're a furry fox boy."
"hey don't say that!" fundy whined.
george laughed. "yeah. and he's been playing for so long. he won't stop until he get—"

"i got it!" he yelled. sure, we got a few looks. but it was worth his excitement. it was cute.

wilbur chuckled. "ah, you finally got it, fundy?"
"of course i did, the hell is wrong with you? i'm a fucking god."
"fundy!" niki scolded, most likely in a joking way. "not in the arcade!"

i responded to that dialogue with the most obvious choice and bit my lip. "sheeesh."

"got ice in your veins?"
"yeah, duh."

"this vlog sucked dude," i laughed, patting niki's shoulder in sympathy.
"what will it be named, 'never take 'them' to the arcade'?" wilbur suggested. i snorted. "probably the best choice, i hope you aren't joking."

we were sitting in the car, and noticed the sun was setting to a pretty yellow-pink colour. although, that meant it was getting late, and everyone had to go.

so fundy and niki got a separate hotel, and we said tomorrow that we'd do more. the time went by so fast that we didn't even know it was six pm.

i got home, laid on the couch, and stared at the ceiling. "that was dope. . . i guess. floris is, well, floris, niki is still the sweet niki everyone knows and loves, and tinfoil. . . he's pretty okay, actually."

of course he was okay. he was more than okay. he was one of my best friends. but, when you start being the stubborn friend you are, you gotta keep it going. if you know, then you know.

i couldn't help but remember the strange feeling i felt when i couldn't pull my gaze away from his. it was like staring into one of those hypnotising swirly things. like he was trying to. . . brainwash me! but his brown, moonlit chocolate eyes. . .

strangely enough, i felt like i'd known him for much longer than six months. i felt like i'd known him forever. like he was always with me.

i tried to shake it off, because if i kept thinking about it, i wouldn't be able to sleep. and i still thought about it.

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˗ˏˋ┊ AUTHOR SPEAKS ! *ੈ✩‧₊˚
omg first off, writing with adhd absolutely sucks.

and also, it's gonna start getting more ✨fluffy✨

goodbye, have a nice day 👾

i have so many memes in my camera roll