♥︎𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤♥︎ {Skephalo}

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.・。.・゜✭𝙱𝚊𝚍'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅✫・゜・。.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
I stare at myself in the mirror. I made a huge mistake. He was clearly uncomfortable, and all because of me! ME! The second he left I ran straight to my room, to embarrassed to do anything else. I honestly have no idea what came over me. It's like I wasn't in control of my body. My subconscious just sat there and watched what my body was doing. My body was in the room but I wasn't even truly there.

"Should I say something? Should I apologize? Should I even bring it up? What if it makes him even more uncomfortable? What if he starts avoiding me? I won't blame him-"
I mumble to myself as I pace around my room, continuously running my hands through my slightly sweaty hair.

A soft knock on my door immediately catches my attention. I stay silent, maybe they would just go away if I don't ta-
"You doing ok in there, bud?"
I hear my father's muffled voice from the other side of the door.
"Oh- yeah I'm fine." I yell back, forcing a smile even though he couldn't see me.

"There's an awful lot of commotion in there- are you sure?" He insists on knowing what the matter is, which makes me even more nervous.
"No." I admit, so quiet I didn't think he even heard me. I was shortly proved wrong when the door was softly pushed open. My father's worried face peaked in moments after, his eyebrows furrowed creating little wrinkles on his forehead. Even though he had on his usual tough expression his eye were soft and caring.

"Wanna talk about it?"
He asked quietly, pushing the door open a bit more so he could squeeze through. My lip started to quiver as I took a seat on the edge of my bed. He cautiously lets himself in, carefully taking a seat beside me.
"Was it about what happened before I got home?"
He asks with a small sigh.

My head perks up at his words.
"How did you-"
"There was clearly something going on between you two, the tension was so.. strong."
He explains, pausing to make sure he chooses his words wisely.

"I messed up."
My voice ended up sounding muffled due to my head now being buried into my hands.
"Well, you see him tomorrow don't you? At that.. party thing you're going to?"
Right. The party is Saturday night. which is tomorrow.

"Yeah-"
I sigh.
"Then you can talk to him then. If he truly values your friendship then he would want to clear things up as well."
He shrugs, flashing me with a small smile. I turn my head in his direction, smiling back at his carefree expression.

I have to clear things up with Zak at some point. I just hope I didn't mess things up to bad-

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.・。.・゜✭𝚉𝚊𝚔'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅✫・゜・。.

"You look- very interesting sweetie."
My mom says, confused yet also amused. I hold up my phone to show her a photo of my Minecraft character.
"Ohh- I see it now. What an interesting idea!"
She says with a proud smile.
"No matter what your costume is, we're still doing pictures."
My face dropped into a pout, even though she couldn't see due to the box on my head. I take it off to show her my expression, trying to keep myself from bursting out into laughter. It's hard to stay serious around her.

"I want to capture these memories!"
She explains in her defence, a small smile making its way onto her face as she pulled out her phone. I put my box back on and stand there awkwardly. I mean, what else was I supposed to do?

"Ok I got a few, you can stop standing there awkwardly now."
She giggles. I take off my box to see her smiling at her phone. I walk over to see her scrolling through the millions of photos she just took. I roll my eyes, laughing as she tries to defend herself. I glance over at the time on the oven.