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Quicker than he should have, power walked to the front door knocking a bit more frantic than he meant to. His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he approached his desired destination. His anxiety heightening as he reached just a few blocks from the Kyan’s home. He really had no reason to, but the paranoia on top of his newfound realization of feeling more for Reki than your ‘super dude-bro friendship’ had him on edge tenfold. Did he do something? Say something dumb? What if Reki hated him again? What if he had changed his mind, and really didn’t want to see him anymore? He was overthinking, wasn’t he? Langa couldn’t help it, after their last incident he’s always treaded carefully, tip toeing around his words. He would call him before showing up at his doorstep uninvited, but either way he dropped his board and began to make his way over to Reki’s. “Okay, be safe.” she knew he would be fine, Langa ran back to his room, grabbing his board, and tucking his phone in his pocket before making his way out. “Reki and I are gonna head to the skatepark, I won’t be gone too long.” “Its fine!” he once again scrambled with the heel of his sneaker as he started trudging towards the door. “Is everything ok?” she looked concerned, damn. “Ah, I’m not going to eat breakfast today, I hope its not an inconvenience.” Seriously? Could he not even fake mild happiness? At least give a good excuse. “everything ok? Did you get enough sleep?” She struck up in conversation as she started to set 2 plates. “Good morning” he responded, sounding duller than intended. “Good morning” she beamed as per usual, her smile making Langa start to relax his shoulders a bit. He slid out of his doorway and greeted his mother in the kitchen already making breakfast. “Would he think I’m annoying? Would it be weird if I came over?” Langa thought aloud as he slipped his shoes on.
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Neither of them worked Sundays at dope sketch, and he never went out with anyone other than Langa besides the occasional errand for his mother. it was a Sunday morning, and he knew Reki wasn’t busy. Shifting his weight to his legs, Langa got up, he quickly slipped out of his sleepwear and into his usual clothes, including the skinny jeans Reki always made fun of him for, “Don’t they hurt?” He would always say, insisting the constricting material made it harder to skate. Wherever Langa went, everyone knew Reki would not be far behind, if not already with him. It should really come as no surprise, they have been inseparable since the start, practically joined at the hip. Langa was very much aware of what he felt for Reki. The kind of trope that makes everyone view them as a couple except for the two clueless boys themselves. No new messages, no important notifications (important meaning from Reki.) And no sign of his ombre eyed, friend? Did he still always have to describe him that way? Anyone who knew them, also knew the duo to be suspiciously close to each other. Wiping his eyes, he picked his phone up off his bedside table, turning it on.
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He lifted himself up out of his loft with a groan, “I should have gone to check on him” he whispered to himself. What if something had happened? Did he run off somewhere? Where would he have possibly gone to? I mean, what the hell was his deal? Langa wouldn’t have spent at minimum 7 hasty hours worrying if he had at least gotten a simple text, a ‘hey I can’t make it today I’m really sorry’, but after calling multiple times, (by multiple he means every half hour on the dot) he really began to panic. An entire ‘Langa tried to talk to him multiple times throughout the day to hang out without a word’ kinf of way, which was not only uncharacteristic for the redhead, but highly suspicious seeing as he never bailed on their Saturday morning skating sessions, they always loved to beat a possible crowd. His sleeping schedule had him in a state of constant restlessness.