Kleinsen oneshots

Behind the fake emails...

I slammed my laptop closed for at least the fifteenth time today. I leaned back in my chair exactly one inch before the point where I fear that I will break it and fall back. I buried my hands in my hair and let out a deep groan.

'I could write those.' I recalled what I said earlier. Of course, I could but why would I? I mean... Despite my obvious reason that I will deny no matter what I have absolutely nothing to do with this. Yet, I have been sitting here for hours to at least have one proper idea of what I will write in those stupid emails...

I heard the door open behind me. Must be my mom... "Hm?" My voice just beamed boredom and frustration. I wonder why...

"Hi, Jared." I heard Evan's voice and it actually caught me off guard. I leaned back a bit more and basically had a heart attack when I felt the chair pass that certain point. I managed to get back from there safely but it wasn't exactly smooth...

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you or anything!" Evan started and I tried to wave him off.

"You didn't scare me, calm down. For fucks sake... How did you get in?"

"Your mom let me in..." I didn't hear the doorbell... "She was just going out and sent me up and I didn't think it would be a bother since..." I hate it when he is doing this. Freaking out about nothing. It's not healthy. And why around me?

"It's fine. I told you we could do it at my place. Shall we begin?" I opened my laptop again and quickly closed the still open but empty word file. He doesn't have to know... Not like he could see what was on my screen from the other side of the room.

"We should start with the fake email account. What do you think our favourite bipolar emo boy would choose for the name?"

He shifted from one leg to another. "How-how should I know?"

Ugh... Because you're his fake best friend you dumbass. "Nevermind, I got it. It will be-" I started to type it out. "-Depressed Tumblr Boy."

"Umm... Are you sure that-" He started but I interrupted.

"What are you talking about? It's perfect." I admit, maybe Connor wouldn't have chosen it for himself but now everything is just a speculation. And he was totally on Tumblr. Like... 100%.

"A-Okay..." He said with a small voice. Come on! I'm sure I wasn't that rude.

"It's done. So-," I said and I started a new letter. "-any ideas what should I write in this masterpiece?" I looked up. Why is he still there next to the door?

"No. I mean, yes. I mean, I don't know. I... Maybe. You could... I..." Why is he always so anxious around me? What the hell happened to him? He certainly had anxiety even as a child but... It didn't use to be this bad.

"Then... How about you give me full creative control but you can add or delete anything you want? How does that sound?" He nodded. He still didn't move an inch since he stepped in my room. I know it's a bit messy but out of all people he should've expected that. Why is he so distant? "Come a little closer, you dork. You can't see anything of what I'm writing from there." What? Normally, this would have sounded something like: 'Get over here dumbass. You can't see shit from there.' Not like I can only speak in strong language but I got used to it.

He took a few cautious steps towards me and stopped on my right side. I could see he was shaking slightly and his index finger was constantly going up and down on his striped polo. Why is he still nervous? I wasn't even harsh... Maybe I should drop the subject.

I looked back at the screen before me. I took a deep breath then let it out as slowly and silently as possible. I think I've got an idea but... Well, there's a chance it will work so...