!The cover art isnt mine! All the credit goes to @Sofasixela on Instagram/ @twerk6d on Twitter, their comms are open so commission them.
Everything began when Skeppy decided to troll a French server owner instead of his best friend, adopting a fresh...
I lean back in my chair, the anticipation killing me. What will he say next? Is he no longer interested in being friends? This silence seems to last forever.
"Skeppy I, er, I think I like someone too..." He says
My heart sank to my stomach. 'Shit'
*Panic attack starts here*
This isn't like me, I thought as my heart beats quickly. Why am I freaking out about this? I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me back, but I'm not sure. I wish Bad was here, but I don't! He'd just tell me to relax and think things through. But I don't want to, and I'm unable to. I have no idea what he will think of me. I'm not saying he's homophobic, but he might be disturbed that I like him. What am I supposed to say???? Fuck He didn't even say who, Zak, so relax! But I'd like to know, but it wouldn't be fair. I'll tell him first, and he'll tell me afterward.
"Skeppy?"
I'm starting to hyperventilate, shit shit! Why am I freaking out???? I used to have a girlfriend, and I never did this! Maybe I'm overthinking it, but that's all there is to it. Or maybe I just know he'll hate me. I blot the sweat from my brow. I'm getting hot. What should I do? What am I to say? Or should I just tell him? That's not something I can do!Don't be a moron, Zak! Maybe Bad, that would be plausible... but what if he actually likes me.... NO! He DOES NOT.
"Skeppy?Skeppy! SKEPPY ARE YOU OKAY?!" A6D yells, snapping me out of my panic attack.
*Panic attack is over*
Everything falls silent, and I hear a faint ringing in my ears. I stare blankly at my computer screen. I was gone so long that my computer's screen went black. I look at myself in the reflection from the blank screen, seeing the stains of sweat and tears on my skin. Was I really panicking...?
"Yea... I'm okay. I was just.. I was- I have asthma" I wiggle my mouse
"Right... but are you okay?" His voice was low
"yea dude.. I'm fine now..." I leaned back
"Okay, Um, if you don't mind me asking... who?" There is was... the question I dreaded.
Don't start panicking again, Zak. Perhaps we should say it at the same time so that when we both say random people, it won't hurt... as much... But what I really want to call Bad... But since I'm going to say it's him, I can't... Fuck it, I've got this.
"Why don't we say it at the same time?"
"Okay, that works" He sounded... relieved
I take a deep breath and push any thoughts away from me. At the same time, the prospect of him liking me is gnawing at me. But I can't embarrass myself.
"Okay... 1, 2, 3..." He counts
"You"
"Badboyhalo-...oh" My mouth slightly hangs open
"Oh, well I figured heh, you guys do kinda bicker like an old married couple" He softly laughs
No... no, no, no. He wasn't supposed to say anything like that... What should I do... Why did I even tell him I liked him... I could have simply lied... Maybe I can tell him I was joking and that I like him as well... What if he's just kidding? What have I gotten myself into? How am I going to get out? What would Bad have to say? ... Maybe I should ask him.
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'Bruh how did I manage to do that?' As I retype to him, I think to myself. He told me, as I predicted, that I should just be honest and tell him. But what if something goes wrong? I despise this so much.
"Hey uh Skeppy, I might have to go soon" A6D says before yawning.
'Shit' "Okay, goodnight dude"
"Goodnight." He leaves the call
I immediately call Bad.
"Bad help"
"Skeppy, I'm here, did you tell them?"
"No! he went to sleep.." I pout
"Oh, well you can always tex- did you say he?"
"No! Yes, thats not important Bad."
"Sorry sorry, but either way you muffinhead, you need to tell him."
"I know I have to... but what if he was joking and didnt mean me?" I feel tears form
"Okay 1, thats just mean, and 2, if he hasnt told you that hes playing then chances are, hes not joking."
"You think so?"
"Of course Skeppy! I mean what's not to like about you?" Bad says happily
"You're right! I am pretty great" I smile
"Oh goodness, remember Skeppy. You need to tell him, you'll feel better"
"Okay, thank you Bad." I smile before hanging up.
I recline in my chair, terrified. I'm not even sure what to say...
'I'll just text him, that's safer.' I think
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'Shit...why did he answer so quickly...?'
I begin to type 'I was joking about liking Bad' before deleting it and typing it again and again. In frustration, I put down my phone.
'Why is this so hard...'
I stand strong and finally send the message. 'I was joking about liking Bad, I like you too'
I set the phone on the desk and lean back slightly in my chair, squinting, unprepared for what he will say. When I see *Typing*, my heart sinks.
As soon as I see the green text bubble appear on my screen, I turn away.
