This Is Stupid

Am I an Asshole?

Okie doodle-- this here is a little flick I made when I had no wifi at my house so I couldn't do anything but scrawl sh/\t in my notes. I did this late at night after calling a buddy, so don't judge me if it's in deep need of some criticism[ I'll ask for it when my self esteem rate isn't equivalent to the amount of oxygen in space]. Oh and one more thing!-- This is my oc for my comic series called "That's Stupid". No, it's not an official comic-- it's just a lil thing me and my pal were pulling for fun. I'm holding on to the idea though-- Picture was taken by me and the video is "Sugar We're Goin Down" by Fall Out Boy. Yeah, I put that there cause I thought it would be a good soundtrack to listen to---

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This boy pacing about in his room is Ever Walch- green striped hoodie and all. He was in the middle of texting his very close pal Leroy, or as he likes to be called: Lee. They were just horsing around on their phones when Ever's phone got turned off by accident when he dropped it behind his bed post. It took a little whiles time to pluck it from the dark corners of the far end of his bed, but he managed. Ever had been trying to text and call Lee back--none of his calls or texts were being received. He was starting to panic; as he was indeed a moron at technology, he thought he might've done something to "break" his phone. That is.. until he noticed the wifi was just down so he couldn't make any calls or texts. You could say he should his cellular data, but since he was a cheap punchline(as of his own his words including many) he never really wanted to pay for that sort of sh/\t so he didn't have any. Ever recalled the moment when he was debating over getting it or not. At the time he thought the idea was ridiculous since the only situation he could portray himself needing to talk to someone or make contact with the Worldwide Web® would be when he was outside his home, which to him was a rarity since he hated making social interaction and going outdoors. Yes, you can call him a hermit/sociopath/non-conformist! But for the occasions he really did have to leave the house, all he thought he would need was his music on a loop so he could drown out the annoying buzz of the world. And he didn't DARE go anywhere without at least a skewer of internet or wifi(whichever description of it floats your boat). But back to the present, Ever was mentally cursing past Ever for not thinking so thoroughly on the subject. Which now brings him to his current situation: Alone and bored in his room with a hung up Japanese-English boy on the other line wondering "what the he/\ happened and why isn't he picking up?". Essentially, Ever would just leave it at that and tell him what happened once the wifi signal is back up and running. But this is Ever Walch-- overthinking extraordinaire! He felt worried that Lee might think he wasn't picking up on purpose so he didn't have to talk to him anymore. "Yeah, right!" Ever sighed as he plopped onto his bed. "Of course I wanna shut out one of the only sane people on this ret/\rded globe." Lee was sort of special to Ever(you can put it in any aspect you want). He didn't know why, and he didn't know when he started thinking that way. Lee Tokasu-Meruta was just someone Ever Walch didn't show hideous amounts of apathy towards. The brunette sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, bored and unnecessarily guilty. He made regular checks on his phone to see if the wifi had gone back up again, to no avail did it come on. He sighed, "Son of a b/\tch.."

----------- 1 hour after -----------

"Maybe... maybe he's actually glad I didn't call him again... yeah!" Ever said to himself. Boy, does guilt and boredom make you feel bad or what??
"F\/cking sure... Conversation was going great and he decides he's tired of me..." He sat up from his bed and closed his eyes. Instead of seeing darkness he saw blends of angry colors all meshing together, each of the colors had a voice and a name. Man did he hate his anxiety.. Whenever he got worked up he would have these rage fits behind his eyelids that looked like exploding colors... Did any of his friends know? No! Of course not! His anxiety checks were none of their business! Besides-- he could handle it. All he needed was his phone or his drawing book and he'd be fine. And since his phone wasn't quite helpful in the situation he decided to rummage around and look for his drawing book so he could doodle. Ever got on his hands and knees and looked under his bed, not there. "Huh," he said bluntly. "Not there, okay... hmm.." He looked behind his pillows, knocking them down to the ground in the process. "Nope-- not there.."
In his school bag? Nope.
Maybe in his drawers.. Yeah,no.
Okay, last check; closet?.. oh gODDAMMIT
"WHERE THE F\/CK IS IT?!"

Great.
Peachy.
Absolutely, fan-f\/cking-tastic.
Missing.
Motherf\/cking missing.