《Bad Matches And Broken Promises》- A Renga Angst Fanfic.

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"Good night texts? Real funny langa." The salty red head mumbles to himself before chucking his phone towards his shelf, and curling into a little ball, clinging onto his pillow and crying. "I HATE YOU MORE THAN I HATE MYSELF LANGA...BUT I STILL LOVE YOU. YOU STUPID FUCK." Muffled screams follow. And then sobs, heavy sobs.

The next morning he lazily wakes up. He could sit here all day. Some bitchy collage kid with no friends who barley talks to his family. He sighs and gets up. Grabbing his phone, which is dead and on the floor, and plugs it in. Making himself the same shitty microwaved food. "This is best for everyone. Including me. No one gets hurt if I just don't people."

Back with langa and his friends, which mind as well be family to him, they're all just joking around and chatting. But a sunken feeling never fully leaves langas smotach. He sighs heavily and glances the others all in the eyes. "Guys, im gonna head home a bit early, sorry. I-uhm- I've got some stuff that I need to do...." he's lying off of the top of his head, and langa isn't one to lie unless something is truly wrong. So despite noticing the others don't push the subject and just let him go.

Skating around until he ends up at the skatepark, he just goes over to him and rekis old spot and, sits there. pulling out his phone and texting reki again.

L:*"Hey reki!"

And he gets left on read, he puts his phone down and starts skating around the park. He skated around until he's to exhausted to, and then goes back to his phone. Reki answered.

R:*"what."

A small smile sneaks its way onto langas face.

L:*"you don't have to, but I was wondering if you ever wanted to hang out and skate together..yknow, like we used to...?"
R:*"hm yeah let me go skate with lying little Mr perfect"
L:*"im sorry, I was just asking"
R:*"same place as high-school?"
L:*"you mean the skatepark? Duh, im kinda just chilling here rn actually."

Reki randomly disapears and langa sits there and stares at his phone. For around 30 minutes, until he hears a familiar voice, one he's longed to year again for years.