**TRIGGER WARNING**
The date, finally. Now what can I wear for this date. Erm, some high waisted shorts, a black crop top with those straps and it looks like a bra, such description, a see through crop top shirt with some cartoon UFO's on the sides and a yellow-orange u-neck collar. Then just slap on some white hi-cut converses and we're done!
With my freshly chopped blonde hair that reached up passed my shoulders, I tied it into a half updo bun, pulled some bits and pieces out of there and placed on some vintage framed-glasses. And yes I know what you're thinking right now, it's very Tumblr-like but it's what I want to wear.
"Kat!" Connor yelled as I grabbed my phone from the white duvet on my bed. I walked out the house to see Connor wearing a white round neck shirt, jeans and some red sneakers. "You looked, over dressed." He snickered as he held my hand. "Hey, at least I'm dressed." I answered back as he led me to his car which was packed with his things.
"Mind if you know, get your things in the house fi-"
"I got you something." I sighed. "What is it no- Oh, my God." I stammered as he pulled out an Undertale sweater, specifically a Temmie one. "I actually hate you for this." I chuckled as his smiled turned into a snicker.
"Here." He said as he gave me the sweater. I looked at it, it was one of the best things. "Bear, I hate you." I frowned, making him chuckle him more. "So we call each other bear now? Okay, bear."
"Bear! Ugh, I hate you so much." I muttered under my breath as he smiled. "I love you so much, bear." He leaned forward, whispering it in front of my face. "I love you too, bear." I whispered back as he pecked my lips, later smiling and starting the car.
• f a s t f o r w a r d •
We arrived at the grass-filled park, later hopping off and intertwining our fingers as we walk towards each other. "Where are we going to nom nom?" He asked as I sighed and furrowed my eyebrows. "Nom nom? Connor are you kidding me?"
"I'm just messing with you. Where are we gonna eat?" He laughed. "Probably.. no where." I chuckled.
"Oh so we're going to eat the grass? Okay so here's a patch of grass, eat it." I laughed as Connor wrapped his arm around me. "You're so adorable when you laugh, God." He looked at me, pulling me closer to him.
• f a s t f o r w a r d •
After eating, we just wandered around the park, trying to find things to think and talk about. But this one topic really hit me, "About your anxiety, er—why can't you go to a therapist?" Connor asked, with his fingers intertwined with mine. "I don't think I can find one." I uttered out.
"I'll help you find one. It's a sin if I don't help you out. I—It's a pledge, y'know?" He stated, making me chuckle. "Okay, if we did find a therapist, when and where?" I asked as I rested my head on his shoulder. "I don't know. That's the problem."
"I just want to get out of this misery," I sighed as we sat down on a bench in the middle of the park
• f a s t f o r w a r d | c o n n o r •
As Kat and I were talking, something felt weird and strange. I led my eyes around her body and saw scars on her forearm. "Kat.." I muttered as she stared at me. "Yes?"
I eyed at the scars on her arm, she looked at it and hid it immediately with her right hand. "Why?" I asked. "I—I'm sorry. I—just—ugh. I'm sorry!" She started tearing up. She hid her face under her hair, with her head propped on her palms which were placed on her thighs. I didn't want to watch her cry, so I hugged her as tight as I could. "Bear, please don't cry." I muttered.
"Bear, I'm sorry I didn't tell you a while ago. I'm sorry for always fucking up and I'm sorry for leaving you and—"
"Bear. You have nothing to apologize for. I should be the one who should be apologizing since I did leave you, and all this shit happened."
"But promise me you'll never do that again to your soft skin?" She nodded in response. "God, I wish I could get out of this misery right now. I don't want to live like this anymore."
"Don't worry bear, it will get better."
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Anxious Player
RomanceKatherine Bridgestone, a player with extreme anxiety. She couldn't live off one second without having any anxious thoughts. They would always swirl around her mind. This was a huge problem when she enters a relationship with a boy. For the past 15 y...