throw your white flag down and surrender | gawsten

f i f t e e n

heart thumping, hands shaking, you accept the facetime from awsten.
whatifyourenotgoodenoughwhatifyourenotgoodenoughwhatif-
the familiar lilac hair is the first thing you see, pixels smoothing themselves out into a human. he's draped in a huge white sweater, sleeves hanging past his fingertips, and he looks practically adorable. his phone is propped up against something, and he waits until yours is too before speaking.

"geoff!!" he exclaims, face breaking out into a giant grin. it's contagious, because you feel a replica spread over your cheeks.

he's larger than life, bouncy and constantly doing something; whether it be waving his arms around during a dramatic story, or doodling in a notebook, or twisting the necklace hanging around his neck- he's constantly busy.
it's kind of endearing.

somehow awsten finds you interesting too, as four hours later you get a notification for low battery and a text from otto.

you wave goodbye to awsten, promising to text him, and plug your phone into charge.

it's almost impossible to believe that mere days ago, otto was telling him that awsten hadn't left the house in days.