Safe

Car Radio

Fiddleford looked through the different shirts Ford pulled out for him and considered the options, none of them were usually something Fiddleford would wear, he usually wore patterned shirts, which Ford was never fond of, or the occasional plain buttoned up shirt, accompanied by a tie. Not that Ford's shirts looked bad necessarily but on top of them not really being Fidds style, they were also a bit big, but Fidds wasn't going to lie, the way the fabric smelled and felt when he tried them on was an amazing sensation. Eventually he just chose a light yellow button up that was always a bit tight on Ford anyway, which Fiddleford loved, when on Ford that is. He figured it'd fit on him relatively well, even though the point of wearing Fords shirt was for it to be loose and comfortable while they were at the lake. After he chose the shirt he changed from his normal boxers into his floral print swim shorts and pulled his long sandy brown hair up into a loose ponytail.

"Welp I'm ready to go, how bout' you?" He walked out of the bathroom and to the front door where Ford was standing, packing a couple of bags, which were filled with the usual lake stuff such as towels, drinks, snacks, and change of clothes, as well as some boring research equipment that Ford seemed to carry everywhere they went, suppose it's better to be over prepared rather than under prepared. Ford was wearing a plain black t-shirt and white swim shorts that had little green alien heads printed all over.

"Yep! these are the only two things that need to go out to the car! I actually heard rumors of a la-" Ford turned to see Fiddleford standing dressed in his shirt and those god awful swim trunks, but that ponytail was definitely something Ford found highly attractive, which to him seemed illogical, seeing as it's just one minor change to the appearance that he already goes weak in the knees for. "Wow. Yo..you look umm ver..very...sciencey...um, yes, let's go!" Ford ran out the door and into their small shared car. Fidds shrugged it off, after all Ford did tend to be rather spontaneous at times. He grabbed a bottle of sunblock, which of course, Ford forgot even though they both burn easily, and walked out the door.

The drive to lake was rather quiet, much to Fidds surprise, seeing as Ford loved to ramble whenever the opportunity presented itself. Without a word being spoken for a good five or so minutes it was an unexpected change from the background noise of the car radio when Ford finally spoke. "Hey Fidds?" Ford said and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Yes, Ford?" Fiddleford responded and switched his gaze from the window to Ford's rather handsome face. "We're okay right?" He asked and glanced over to Fiddleford who's face grew uneasy. "What do you mean? Of course we are!" Fiddlefords heart pounded louder than the car radio that felt completely silent. Ford sighed "It doesn't feel like it, Fidds, I'm sorry, just....nevermind, it's fine." He tried, Ford tried with all his might, he wanted to be fine. He hates doing this to Fiddleford and sometimes he feels guilty for just letting him go six years ago, if he had just tried then, then maybe none of that would have happened to  Fiddleford, he'd never say it again, at least he didn't think he would but, Ford loved that man more than anything but Fiddleford deserves better, besides Ford had his muse right? But, truthfully, Ford was scared, no, he was terrified, it almost felt like he had so little time left with Fiddleford, but that was irrational, or at least he tried to believe it was. Ford shook his head, trying to clear his mind of those thoughts, he reached to turn the car's  radio up, he wasn't a huge fan of music, especially not what they played on radios, but he'd do anything to drown out his fears. The silence felt so violent on his ears, he couldn't stand it. "Ford." Fiddleford grabbed Fords wrist and stopped him from turning the radio up. Fiddleford felt it too, the uneasy feeling of what seemed like a timebomb, why was this feeling there? It simply did make sense, perhaps it was just the paranoia setting in. 

"Stop lying to me, please, what's going o-" Fiddleford was stopped by the opening of Ford's door, somehow they had already arrived at the lake. Fidds took a deep breath and painted a fake smile across his face as he opened the door. He hated doing this but he was also used to doing it, he learned that it's better to act like you're happy and have people not give you a second thought  rather than act how you actually feel and have people look down upon you, which he knew wasn't a good thing for him to do or think but he had no other solution. Ford walked over to Fiddlefords side of the car, his arms full of their stuff and a fake smile plastered on that dumb face of his. "I have to rent a boat to get to the cave but it'll only take a second, you do whatever you want until I get the boat set up." For some reason the brunettes smile felt more genuine as he spoke, which was odd but it made Fiddleford feel warm inside almost as if that car ride didn't happen, almost as if they just forgot their worries.

(I started listening to Twenty One Pilots halfway through and everything just rolled down the hill of poorly written angst. I'm sorry, I should probably just stop)