I see the way some people write about Fred and stuff like that, and… he's so… overlooked, almost, and I related with that kind of so this piece of work was born for my mental loins.
Overlooked - Part 1
Fred was overlooked a lot of the time in his group of friends. He was used to it, but sometimes it bugged him a bit. It happened because he wasn't a scientist sometimes, or because he wasn't as serious, or just because he was Fred. It wasn't a pleasant thought, though Fred knew that he could be a handful sometimes. He was an English major, though, looking to become a professor there at the school because, although it was a tech school, there was and English department in the college and English was a required class. No one asked him about it, though, they just knew that he was the fun-loving school mascot that was taking English and creative writing classes.
Fred sighed to himself, looking over his scientific friends. He wasn't in the best of moods at the moment as he watched all of his friends, but he didn't have anything else to do and he knew that Honey Lemon or Gogo would have him be a part of some study or something. He didn't really care, though, he just wanted to go home and play some video games to get himself out of this stupid funk. It had started a week ago, this whole dip in the mood, and he was trying his best to keep it under tabs, but it kept on getting to him.
Fred though back on what had really started his decent (or, more accurately, his return) into depression. It was a small thing. Fred threw a piece of paper at Wasabi, but it missed and hit a (rather cute) girl. He went and got it from her, smiling. Wasabi stepped in and said, "I'm sorry about him."
As if Fred were a child and Wasabi was sorry that he was interrupting their day! Fred didn't show that that hurt his feelings and, quite frankly, angered him a lot, but it did. The worst part was, he didn't have anyone to talk to about it. He had tried talking to Tadashi about it, but he just brushed him off, telling him to be more responsible. Fred wanted to pull his hair out. He knew that he was childish and he didn't always stay on topic and his social skills weren't the best but he didn't like being treated like he didn't matter. It was going to be the end of him!
"Fred!" Gogo said, snapping the teenage boy out of his thoughts. Fred looked down at the short girl, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah?" He drawled, trying to play off his daze as sleepiness. Gogo chuckled a little light-heartedly. Fred wondered what got her in such a good mood.
"You've really been letting us get a lot done lately, but we need to take a break. Want to go out for ice cream with us?" Fred stared at her. Something about that felt like a stab to the gut.
"Ouch, I'm hurt, are you saying that I impede you from your precious science fiction?" Fred replied. He meant for it to sound joking and sarcastic and light hearted, but he failed. He also activated Baymax, he noted. He completely ignored the robot.
Gogo's eyes narrowed and she popped a bubble. "What's with the attitude?" She spat. Fred winced, tuning into Baymax scanning him instead.
"… When you said ouch. Scanning completely. Diagnosis shows signs of an unbalanced diet," Fred sighed, shaking his head and grabbing his backpack.
"I'm satisfied with my care," he barked before walking out. He wasn't in the mood for this. He didn't even bother answering Gogo's question.
The other four in the group shared a look with raised eyebrows, watching the teen storm off. Something was up with Fred, but none of them knew what. They decided they would let him steam until tomorrow, when they would confront him about it.