♥︎𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤♥︎ {Skephalo}

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.・。.・゜✭𝙱𝚊𝚍'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅✫・゜・。.

"What if we go see a movie?" George suggests, making me snap out of my thoughts. "I'm down." Clay answers. "Yes!" Red exclaims, making Finn laugh at his frantic actions. We all agreed and before I knew it we were in the car, on our way to the theatre.

"What do you think about Finn?" I ask Zak. I didn't know why I asked, he couldn't answer directly at the moment since he is driving. He just gave me a brief thumbs up before putting his hand back on the steering wheel. "Yeah, he seems nice." I retort, looking out the window to avoid eye contact.

We arrived at the movie theatre a little faster then I would have liked. Don't get me wrong Finn seems really nice and I have nothing against him! It's just the thought of Zak possibly having a soulmate that isn't me is just disappointing to me. I feel so selfish thinking these things- and guilty that they just come to me. For all I know I have already found my soulmate, and touched them without even knowing it. I hope not.

I push all those thoughts away as we pull up to a huge movie theatre. It's one of the newest buildings in town, so it's pretty popular. Especially since summer break is soon it's going to be even more packed. Zak parks next to Clay's car as to not loose the others. We get out, regrouping with each other before making our way through the busy parking lot. As we were walking a realized the whiteboard in Zak's hand. Why did he bring it? I'm right here.

As thoughts started to rush back into my head I realized- I'm being so clingy. Why am I getting jealous over everything he does? I'm normally not like this, so I started to get concerned for myself, not wanting to get trapped in my thoughts again. Zak is his own person, I shouldn't get mad when I'm not able to control him. But I can't stop the thoughts from taking over my mind. Why am I even thinking these things? It isn't like me to get jealous or controlling. I guess I'm just used to be doing all these things for him. Like I took the whiteboard's place for awhile, so now I feel kind of... useless?

He's probably just bringing it to talk to Finn himself. Since he's new he might not want me in every conversation he ever has. Understandable. That makes me feel a bit better. I look up from the floor and break out of my thoughts. I realize I fell a bit behind, but no one really noticed. I watched as Zak wrote on his whiteboard to be apart of their conversation as much as possible. Maybe I should just go home. My house is a twenty minute walk from here though- that fine.

Right before I was about to fall back into an endless void called my thoughts I felt a familiar warmth engulf my hands. I look up to them realize I was stopped dead in the centre of a large crowd. Looking around frantically I start to get nervous, until my eyes land on the boy in front of me. Zak was looking up at me with concern filled eyes, his whiteboard being tucked under his arm as he held my hands in his.

A big wave of relief washes over me as I start to relax a bit. "Are you ok?" He asks. I feel the cold air go back onto my hands as he lets go to sign. I just nod, not saying a word as I motion to him to follow me back to the others. He gives me a look of concern before reluctantly brushing it off to follow me.

Everyone decided to get snacks and drinks, except for me. I wasn't really hungry, which seemed to worry Zak a bit. I stayed quiet most of the time, still keeping that "don't let Zak and Finn touch" thing in my head. I felt terrible about letting those thoughts get to me. As we were about to take our seats I made sure to sit in between them, feeling like one of those helicopter moms on their kids first date.

I wasn't even paying attention when they chose the movie, so I had no idea what I was watching. And to be honest I didn't really care, I was stuck in my own head the entire time. I hate when I get like this. Let my own thoughts get to me. It got so bad once that- I'm actually not going to finish that. Let's just say I fell into a really bad place leading me to have to go onto medication. It was not fun- that's when I decided I would try my best not to go back to that dark place. Finding things that made me happy, such as Ant and my parents. I also really enjoy video games.

If I were to guess I would say it was at least half way through the movie when I felt a pressure on my leg. I looked over to see Zak reaching over to hand Finn some popcorn. That's when I panicked, standing up quickly, making most of the popcorn spill onto the floor. I look around in embarrassment at the mess I made. "I- I'm so sorry-" I stutter, making a last minute decision to take a break of fresh air. I didn't look back, just hoping Zak or any of the others wouldn't follow me out.

I felt like I was being to over dramatic, but those thoughts got washed away by the ones I got earlier coming back to me all at once. I have to get out of here. I look around to see an even bigger crowd then before. My anxiety spiked as I gazed at the massive amount of people. That's when I really wished I hadn't stormed out; wishing Zak was here next to me to hold my hand reassuringly. But there's no going back now. Suck it up Bad!

I decided to just walk home, it wasn't that cold so it was fine. I stayed quiet the entire time, regretting my decisions I had made back at the theatre. I knew I would be getting a lot of worried texts from everyone for just disappearing like that.

"Home so soon?" My dad asks from the living room. When I didn't answer, instead quickly making my way upstairs I could tell he knew something was up. "Bad?" He calls out, running to the bottom of the stairs. I turn around, looking down at his worried face. I hastily make my way back down the stairs to him, making sure not to trip on my way down. "It's happening again." I tell him, my words muffled from me digging my face in his plain white t-shirt in attempt to block out the world around me.

He knew exactly what I meant when I had said that, immediately rubbing my back to comfort me. That's when the tears came, staining his perfectly white shirt. He didn't care though, he just kept rubbing my back. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks in a hushed, calm tone. I shake my shake "no" just wanting to stay there in silence for a bit longer. And that's exactly what we did.

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