We're just friends...or are we.? |[ carlando]|

" undeniable... " - 12

~ instead of doing my presentation I decided to finish this

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Lando sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the door through which Carlos had just exited. The moment had felt so significant, almost like a turning point in their friendship. They had shared vulnerable thoughts, laughter, and unguarded moments that revealed deeper layers of themselves.

But just as quickly as that connection had ignited, Carlos had slipped away, leaving the Brit with a heavy sense of disappointment. The warmth of their conversation faded into the chilly silence of the room, leaving Lando feeling lost and confused.

He couldn't shake the feeling that Carlos had pulled back just when things were getting real, leaving him with questions that nagged at the edges of his mind.

Feeling the weight of unexpressed emotions, Lando decided he couldn't let it end like this. He struggled with the mix of hurt and confusion swirling within him. Why had Carlos left so abruptly? Did he not feel the same connection?

The uncertainty gnawed at him, and he realized he needed to confront it head-on, rather than wallowing in his own disappointment. Lando knew that bottling things up would only intensify the ache in his chest, and he didn't want to regret not taking action. With a surge of determination, he stood up, put on his shoes, and made a decision: he would go to Carlos and seek answers, however uncomfortable that might be.

As he walked down the hallway toward the Spaniards hotel room, each step felt heavier yet purposeful. Lando replayed their earlier conversation in his mind, trying to decipher the subtle hints and glances that had felt so meaningful. The thought of facing Carlos filled him with a mix of anxiety and hope-would they be able to bridge the distance that had suddenly formed between them?

Approaching the door, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever lay on the other side. He couldn't ignore the emotions that had bubbled to the surface, and he knew that if they were ever to find clarity, he had to be brave enough to confront the situation head-on.

Lando stood in front of Carlos's hotel room door, his heart pounding as he raised his fist and knocked gently. He had imagined this moment countless times, but the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on him. The door swung open, revealing Carlos's father, who looked equally surprised to see Lando standing there.

For a brief moment, they exchanged a look of confusion; it was as if the air between them had thickened with unspoken words.

- "Is Carlos in there?"

Lando asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the worry creeping into his tone. But instead of a response, the silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, leaving Lando feeling increasingly uneasy.

As he stood there, straining to hear any sign of Carlos, Lando's heart sank at the sound that drifted through the cracked door-quiet, muffled sobs that pierced the silence like a knife. It felt as though the world had narrowed to that single, heart-wrenching noise, and Lando's chest tightened with an overwhelming sense of despair.

He had come seeking answers, wanting to understand the sudden distance between them, but now, hearing Carlos in such pain, he felt utterly crushed. The realization that Carlos was hurting in this way ignited a deep sense of protectiveness within him.

Lando wanted to reach out, to comfort his friend.. his so called crush, but he felt frozen, unsure of how to break through the invisible barrier that had formed around them. All he could think about was the urgency of being there for Carlos, to offer support in whatever way he could, despite the painful distance that had suddenly become all too real.