Berwald Oxenstierna would never consider himself a jealous person. Most of the time, he rarely felt he has anything to be jealous over. He had good grades, a great family, and a wonderful best friend, Tino Väinämöinen. However there was one thing he lacked.
Berwald always knew that he wasn't the best at communicating. This, along with his slightly intimidating appearance, usually made him feel extremely lonely.
So, if there was one person Berwald was jealous of, it would have to be Mathias Køhler. Mathias was outgoing, handsome, funny, a bit on the airheaded side, but that didn't matter to Berwald. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be like Mathias, or be with Mathias.
Berwald felt no point in thinking about it. Mathias was probably the most well-liked person in school and Berwald was lucky to have one friend.
"Hey, Waldo!" A loud, energetic voice shook him out of his thoughts. When he saw who it belonged to, he was probably lucky he didn't freak out. It was Mathias Køhler himself. Berwald didn't realize Mathias even knew he existed, much less knew his name!
"Hm?" The Swede basically grunted out, not trusting himself to say anything more.
"Ya' look a bit lonely, sitting over there by yourself. Isn't there a short kid that always hangs out with ya?" Mathias asked, a permanent, genuine grin plastered on his face.
"Do you mean Tino?" Berwald asked, his stomach still doing somersaults.
"Yeah," Mathias said, sitting down next to him. "Somethin' happen to him?"
"The flu, that's what," Berwald said, looking down at his food. he was probably sounding rude, he thought sadly.
"Well, why don't I sit with you?" Mathias grinned, moving closer to Berwald.
"Aren't you already sitting with someone else?"
"Who? Oh, you mean Lukas? Nah, today he's sitting with Vlad and Arthur. Besides, everyone can survive without me for just one period," he winked at Berwald and elbowed him lightly.
Berwald felt himself blush. "Sure, if you want to."
The Dane and the Swede continued chatting until the bell rang for the next period.
"Ya' know, Waldo, you're not bad. Maybe we should hang out some more sometime. How about," Mathias pulled out a pen from God knows where and grabbed Berwald's hand. He wrote down his- Wait, is that his number?
"Friday night, movie theater, you and me. Gimme a call?" Mathias grinned and winked again before going off to his next class.
Berwald looked at his hand, a smile appearing on his usually emotionless face.
"Sounds great," he whispered to himself.
