DenNor: Purpose [BxB]

Chapter 5

[Lukas]

Exam day passes smoothly, as well as the others after it. Differently from someone else, I know what I'm prepared about when I take an exam, so I don't become a walking ball of anxiety and terror when I exit what most of us call execution room.

As I said, all the week is pretty laid-back. I spend time with Kristin and Emil and help them with various things, I hang out with Matthias and his friends quite often and start to appreciate their company and their constant jokes (even though Alfred's are really horrible), I even manage to restart drawing a bit.

It is a passion I used to have in high school and, with training, I used to do some really nice portraits among the other drawings. Sadly, going on with the years, starting university and having that constant feeling of not being adequate hanging over my head, I stopped drawing.
Though, picking up my old sketchbook now gives me some inspiration to restart, and so I do.

I have to admit, I have to restart working on a lot of things. I think, staring at a miserably failed redraw of a portrait I did.

Sunday eventually arrives and I find myself to be nervous.
But why?! Why should I be nervous? It's nothing that important. I'm not even into football. Come on, Lukas. Think straight.

While I am freaking out, my phone buzzes. There's a message from Matthias.

Hey dude, are you still coming today? Game's starting soon.

I answer:

Yes, just give me half an hour.

Buzz.

NO WAY D: I'M COMING TO GET YOU.

No, wait, I don't need you to come get me.

Buzz.

EEH. Too late. I'm out of your door.

Wait, what? I have to try the desperate card.

I am naked. Do not.

Buzz.

I pick up the phone, extremely nervous, and nearly screech at his answer.

Don't care. Still coming in.

You don't have any keys.

Your extremely kind brother opened the door~

No. It cannot be.
I rush out out of my room, two shirts hanging from my shoulders, to find him standing in the middle of my living room.
«Well hello there handsome.» Matthias says with a cheeky smirk.
«Emil! Why did you do that to me?!» I yell.
My brother avoids the question, chewing on a cinnamon pastry which smell is awfully similar to the one on Matthias' clothes.
«You betrayed me!»
He, again, does not answer.
Matthias just stand there, a huge grin on his face, and says: «Aww, look at him and his pale, smooth complexion.»
«You're not helpful at all. Get out.»
«Wear the black one.»
«What?»
«Wear the black shirt. There'll be a smaller chance of you looking bare-chested.»
I don't answer and just storm back into my room.

There, I try to put the white shirt on, just out of spite and furstration, but when I look in the mirror, the truth hits me.
I really look bare-chested with this shirt on...
I sigh. This man is making my emotions confused, I don't even know why, but everything he does impacts my mood, usually in a good way.
It's either him being too much of an incarnated ray of sunshine or... I don't even know.