♥︎𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤♥︎ {Skephalo}

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    .・。.・゜✭𝚉𝚊𝚔'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅✫・゜・。.

I would say this was a pretty successful day. Exhausting, but successful. Ant seemed really nice, and it was nice to hang out with everyone outside of school again. I look at the time to see it's almost one in the morning. I normally stay up really late; my sleep schedule technically being non existent. I decide I should get some sleep, considering I have to be up at twelve to pick everyone up.

I set my phone down on my night stand and roll over, excited for the day that has yet to come...
A knock at my window interrupted my sleep. I jolt awake, curious at what could possibly be knocking at my window since my room is on the second floor. I get out of bed, cautiously walking over to my window and drawing the curtains back.

I push back the curtains to see Red sitting on top of the fence that separates mine and my neighbour's yard. My eyes widen in shock. "Thank god you're awake, holly shit." Red groan as he gets up to climb towards my window. I frantically look around, giving him a "what the fuck" look.

"I'm sorry for this sudden visit, but I couldn't sleep." He apologizes, noticing my sudden panic. I run over to my desk, snatching my whiteboard so I could properly communicate with him. He takes a seat on my bed, bouncing his leg up and down in stress. "What's wrong?" I write, flipping it over to show him.

"I- I really need to talk." He stutters in panic, talking quickly. I place my hand on his shoulder to non verbally tell him to calm down. "Why couldn't you go to Finn's? He lives right across the street" I write. "I just started walking to clear my mind and found myself at your house." He explains.

I started to get a bit worried. I have never seen him this stressed before, so whatever's causing this must be serious. "It's Ant." He mumbles. And there it is. I just nod, signalling for him to continue. "I don't know, I just feel like we are... connected? If that makes any sense. It probably doesn't, I'm really tired-" He begins to ramble. I feel bad for him. He's been dragged into the hands of love. It feels so amazing; the feeling of someone being so important to you that you just want to be with them all the time, you want to protect them as much as possible, the feeling of being incomplete when they aren't around, the butterflies that erupt in your stomach when you stare into their forest green eyes- what the fuck.

But that's the painful part; you love being around them, you love the feeling, but then reality hits and you realize they will never feel the same, you know you aren't soulmates and that it'll never work out, but you know you're not gay! Anyways- Red has been the most out in the open gay of the group. Well, one of the only gays of the group. We don't really talk about those kinds of things that often. The only reason I know he's gay is he has in fact came out to us only once. Clay and George are I don't even know what, and me. I'm one hundred percent straight. I mean, my longest and most successful relationship was with a girl! Well, I wouldn't call it successful.

"I say take your mind off of him for a bit, you'll see him tomorrow" I write. "Get some sleep" I write once again. He just looks at me with a soft smile. "Thanks, Zak." He thanks me. "Uh, do you think I could possibly stay here for the night? It's another fifteen minutes to my house." He says. I nod with a smile before pulling out a small mattress out from under my bed.

"You ready?" Red asks as I walk out of the bathroom from changing. I nod, swinging my bag over my shoulder. I had dressed in my bathing suit since we were going to the beach, as well as Red. We walk down to the kitchen to see my mom. "Oh, hello Red. I didn't know you were here." She greets him with a smile. "He stayed the night" I signed. "I see. Where are you boys going?" She asks, motioning to my bag.