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Leopold 'Butters' Stotch // Anxiety

Date: 7/2/19
Time: 2:28PM
Age: 16
Extra: It's Wednesday<<I started this January 12, 2019, and I've decided to finish it April 17, 2020, and I have no clue why it being Wednesday is important at all.<<it's almost 1AM the day this gets posted(9/20/2020) and I finally realize why it being Wednesday is important. Kinda. It's still kinda weird. Love ya tho honeybunches!

I groaned as I sat up, my feet meeting the floor. I hadn't meant to sleep so late, I just couldn't stop looking through Coonstagram. Everyone seemed to be having an awesome summer except for me. I'd hardly left the house.

"Are you up yet, Y/N?" I heard my mom ask as she walked in. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and gave Mom a small smile.

"Yeah. I'm sorry for sleeping that long." I got up to grab my laptop before sitting at my desk. My parents decided that if I'd be inside over half my summer, I might as well get a desk. They knew there was nothing else they could do.

"It's fine sweetie. You know, your friend stopped by earlier. Butters, I think it was? He said he wanted you to text him once you woke up. I've gotta head out to work now though, I love you," she told me.

"Love you too, mom!" I yelled to her. I sighed. Both parents were at work so now the ultimate choice had to be made. Text Butters or don't. I mean, I should but what if he's doing something more important? He doesn't need me to text him right now. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow?

But what if he was really looking forward to hanging out today? It'd be a huge letdown if I didn't text him. He'd hate me. But, then again, he may hate me if I text him as well.

I jumped a bit as my phone vibrated. I picked it up and read the notification. It was a message from Butters.

'Your mom texted me and told me you were awake. Are you okay?'

I sighed and internally thanked my mom. If she hadn't texted Butters, I knew I probably was going to end up not doing it.

'I'm good. Just thinking about if I should text you or not.'

I sent the message and automatically regretted it. It sounded so mean!

'I'm sorry! I didn't mean for that to sound so rude.'

I quickly sent. The three dots disappeared but were soon replaced. I opened my laptop and continued playing the video that was already on.

'Y/N, you're fine. It didn't sound mean at all. Can I come over?'

I lightly smiled at the message.

'Yeah, the door will be unlocked so you can just walk in.'

I sent the message and ran to unlock the door. I ran back to my room and quickly got changed and brushed my hair. I sat back down in my desk and continued to watch YouTube until I heard the door open. I felt myself tense up before I remembered that I told Butters to just walk in.

"Hey, Y/N!" He exclaimed as he ran into my room. I frowned as I looked around at how messy it was.

"I'm sorry. I keep forgetting to clean up," I told him, subconsciously biting my lip and furrowing my eyebrows. He pulled me out of my chair and gave me a hug.

"It's alright. We can clean up together!" He suggested as we pulled out of the hug.

"No, I couldn't have you do that. I can just clean up later, it's not that big of a deal," I lied. I knew that if someone didn't help me soon enough, it wouldn't get done until I was up to my knees in mess.

"But I want to help. Go get a trash bag and we can sort through everything. Maybe we can reorganize a bit too?" Butters smiled. I couldn't help but smile back at him as I walked out of my room. I grabbed a trash bag and walked back into my room where Butters had already started two piles.