- Chapter 19 - #We Stan Good Brothers/Technically Friends -
Warnings: overstimulation, crying, panicking, everything that comes with getting overstimulated
A/N, thank you to VaquitaLibra (who will probably be mentioned a lot because I go to them for a decent amount of stuff haha. They're cool and an AMAZING writer, so check 'em out) again for helping with this and chapter 20 lol.
Third Person POV
"Calmate," Emilio muttered to himself as he got his tap shoes on. "Respirare. Niente panico." He felt himself get more jittery and overwhelmed as he continued.
Everything was loud.
No one was even in the hallway he was in and it was really loud.
Every step.
Every laugh.
Something crashed.
Emilio winced, covering his ears.
The lights felt like the were too bright.
Emilio's skin felt tingly and itchy and he just wanted it all to stop.
Emilio quickly went to one of the very back practice rooms.
Nobody was in the room fortunately.
Emilio quickly shut the door, cringing at the loud sound.
Everything was quite all of a sudden.
There was no background noise from anyone outside, there was no crashing.
It was just him.
Emilio quickly turned off the light. He preferred darkness to light, especially when it was hurting his head.
"Sto bene. Sto bene," Emilio whispered to himself, closing his eyes and leaning against the door. "Va tutto bene."
The door was cold. It made Emilio shiver, but he liked the cold.
It was refreshing, especially when he was just in a space where everything was crowded and hot.
Emilio opened his eyes after a few minutes. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, fumbling a bit when he almost dropped it. He opened it and pressed play.
Too loud.
The music was too loud.
Emilio quickly turned off the music, breathing hard.
He'd have to tap without the music.
It was okay. He could do that. He knew the counts.
Emilio slowly took a step towards the middle of the room.
His tap shoe hit the floor and a tap echoed through the room.
Emilio liked that sound. He really liked the sound his tap shoes made.
That was refreshing.
Emilio stepped forward again.
Emilio tried to remember the song and the counts.
Cinque, sei, sette, otto, Emilio tried to tap along to the counts he remembered.
It wasn't right.
It didn't sound right.
Emilio felt himself start breathing harder again. He gripped his hair, gritting his teeth.
Why couldn't he remember the counts?
He knew them. He could do them.
It sounded wrong.
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