Cinnamon buns 'n' Skateboards

[16] anxiety

„Hey Will, we might have a problem." Karl said unsurely.
„What? What do you mean?"
„you free right now?"
„Yea? Why?"
„Come to mine, we have to tell you something and i don't know if you'll like it."
„What? Karl, stop speaking riddles, what's going on?"
„I'll tell you when you get here."
„Okay, i'm on my way" Wilbur said.

„shit man i didnt think about this at all." Karl exclaimed. He could slightly feel tears building up in his eyes, but he managed to blink them away.
Nick just sat beside him in silence. Telling him it will be okay. And it was, probably.

The doorbell rang. Nick stood up to get Wilbur, he knew it was going to be him.
„Hi Will." Nick greeted his friend.
„Nick, hi. Didn't quite expect you to be here." The taller one chuckled.
„Oh yea, but that isn't important right now." Nick replied as they made their way over to the livingroom, where Karl was sitting.
„Hey Karl." Wilbur said. „So, why am i here?"
„Well i have good news and bad news, somehow." Karl announced in a questioning tone.
„Well, bad new first i guess?"
„That's the problem. It's not multiple news."
„What do you mean by that?"
„Well it's my sisters birthday the day after tomorrow, and you know she's turning 18, so there'll be a huge party, and she asked me if we, as lampwith sock wanted to play on her birthday, and-"
„And you said yes?" Wilbur asked, visibly getting anxious.
„Yea... and when i told Nick earlier, he told me that you have anxiety and so i wanted to ask you if that's okay or if i should cancel it."
„No, you know what? Fuck it. Let's do it."
„Are you sure Wilbur?"
„Yea. How many songs are we supposed to play?"
„Oh just a few, like three to four."
„okay. I'll think of a way i can do it. Maybe just close my eyes, or just not focus on the crowd. I'm sure i can do it. Somehow." Wilbur chuckled.
„Wilbur you don't have to, you know that, right?" Nick reassured his friend.
„I want to. Also, it's a great promo for us."
„Well then, what songs shall we play?" Karl asked.

After they'd decided on a few songs to play, the boys decided to practice, watch a few movies and have deeptalk. Wilbur couldn't sleep over though, so he went home in the late evening.

When Nick turned to Karl to ask what they should do now, he found his friend already glancing at him. Of course, Karl quickly looked away. „What?" Nick asked. „Nothing!" Karl replied. Karl was clearly blushing, though it wasn't that obvious as the light was moody. „Come on, i saw you staring at me."
„I wasn't! I swear!"
„Oh of course you're denying it! Just admit that i am a handsome young man and you are madly in love with me." Nick said in a mocking voice. Suddenly, Karl started a tickle attack. They giggled, both of them did. The giggling soon turned into hysterical laughter and just dying on the floor.
„Okay, jesus christ, enough!" Nick grunted out of breath, „jesus fucking christ Karl."
„What?"
„Do you want to kill me?"
„Uh, no? You're pretty much my best friend."
„Good! Karl i gotta pee. Where's your toilet?"

Karl showed Nick, and the boys had finally decided to call it a day and hit the sack.