Razz's POV

Wind shook the window in its loosened frame, letting in a deathly cold draft into my smallish bedroom. I tapped my finger against my table, resting my head on my free hand, staring straight at my WiFi routers flashing lights. Internet connection up in Scotland was shitty as hell, and the same went for signals in general. The only time I got a good telephone signal was when I was visiting Dawko down South, and even then it wasn't the best. Ugh, no wonder why I never did collabs. Every time I did so Skype always seemed to stop working because of it. It was horrible…I loved doing videos with Dawko, he was my closet friend, yet I rarely spoke to him. I would love to move down South, of course I would love to, but I had saved up for years to get the house that I had, and I was far from being mortgage-free.

My eyes drifted back to my monitor. Skype was frozen, and the same went for 'Who's The Daddy?' game we were playing. I was excited to play this game, I really was. Why did my internet connection have to come and fucking ruin everything? Sighing, I snatched my phone out of my pocket, turned it on, and checked my signal. For once I had one bar…It was something, at least. I unlocked it and went straight into my contacts. Dawko was at the top. He was the only person in my life who's name started with a 'D'. Of course, his real name was Lewis, but I still liked to call him Dawko; Even if we weren't recording or playing video games.

I pressed down onto his name, brought the phone up to my ear, and waited for him to pick up. I already knew the audio would be horrifically bad, but it was better than being totally cut off from him.

"Hello? Razz, is that you?" I felt my heart skip a beat. He sounded genuinely worried for me. "Are you alright?"

"Yes…" I paused for a moment, confused. "I'm fine, why would you think anything different? Y-You know that my internet is s-shitty, du-dude-dude." Why was I stuttering? I never had stuttered in my entire life. Why did I feel so anxious? It wasn't like I was lying, I was fine! I was totally fine. My internet was just being a dick, like always. Dawko knew that and so did I. "Are you alright, Dawko? Is your anxiety playing up again?" Yeah, that was probably the reason why he was so worried. He had always had anxiety, yet right now it was terrible.

"Oh, um…I-I guess it is, yes." He paused for a moment. "Sorry, Razz…" His voice started to thicken. Was he really about to cry? "Anyway, do you want to skip the video today?" My eyes dashed back to my router. Instead of flashing, the WiFi lights were now turned off completely. My internet was officially dead for the night.

"Yeah, that's the best thing. Sorry about my internet...I wish I could get the damn thing fixed, you know." I muttered while turning my computer off and slipping out from behind my desk.

"Don't worry about it, my internet is not the best either." I could hear the sound of him turning off his PC as well, followed by a bang. "Ah, fu…Fudge. Hang on a moment, Razz." As he was fixing whatever he had broken, I slipped out of my clothes, pulled a random shirt that I had on, and climbed into bed. I guess there were some advantages of having your office in your bedroom…I picked up my phone and listened. All I could hear was Dawko mumbling, along with the sound of multiple keyboard keys being pressed down at once. God, he must've spilled some of his herbal tea again. He always spilt whatever drink he was drinking when his anxiety was high…Poor thing, I wish I could be there to calm him down, I really wish I was. "R-Razz? Hello?"

"Still here, buddy." I could hear the sound of his heavy, yet shallow breathing. "Are you alright? Do you need to talk about something…?" There was a long, drawn out pause.

"I'm fine. I-I just spilt some of my Camomile tea all over my keyboard a-and it just scared me, that's all." Another pause. "Anyway, I'm going to bed now, nighty."

"Goodnight, Dawko." I hung up, turned my phone off, and rolled onto my back, staring up at my ceiling. The wind and rain was still going crazy outside. Normally I would find that sort of stuff relaxing, but tonight it made me even more confused and, well, just genuinely weird than happy. I don't know why, but the conversation I just had with Dawko was…different. It was different than our other conversations. It had a strange sort of vibe to it. Sure, normally I was scared for when he had his panic attacks, of course I was! Tonight…I was more than scared, though. I was more scared and worried than usual…Ugh…I placed my hands over my face. What was I talking about? He was fine…He would just go to bed, sleep, and wake up tomorrow and be perfectly okay. There was nothing to be scared about! Nothing! Nothing at all!

I pulled the covers over my head and curled up into a foetal position. My exhaustion felt like it was going to send me into a sleep-like trance at any moment, but my stomach felt like it was in knots. It didn't feel negative, nor did it feel like I had indigestion or some sort of stomach ache. I had felt it before, but I couldn't place my finger on when or where I had done so. Maybe it was just all the stress of my internet being shitty. Yeah, that was what it probably was. I shut my eyes and tried to ignore that strange, somewhat positive feeling that I had.

Dawko's POV

Dammit…No.

The mess of my drink was mostly gone by now, apart from a mug-shaped-circle that was now stained on my desk. God, I hoped that my keyboard wasn't destroyed. I really hoped it wouldn't. I grabbed the mug from the floor, the place where I had placed it, and put it on my bedside table. There was no way that I was going downstairs in the dark…I was like a five year old; I hated the dark, and going downstairs in it was one of my worst nightmares. I sighed deeply, flicked the light off, and ran into my bed. I really was five, wasn't I? Oh, and I also slept with a toy. Ugh, there was no way on Earth that I was ever going to get a partner. Who the hell would want to date me, a skinny, anxiety ridden, twenty year old who still slept with a toy? Fair enough, it was a toy Fox from a horror game mainly about kids being murdered mercilessly, but still! I still slept with a toy, I was still anxiety ridden to the point where even my therapist hated me, and I hated the dark. Dying alone was my future, it seemed. Still…At least I had Razz.

We met a while back, around six months ago. I can't really remember how we met, all I remember was that I stumbled upon some of this videos, saw that he did similar ones to mine, and sent him a tweet saying that exact same thing. When he replied, followed me back, and started DM'ing me, that was when our friendship really took off. I considered him my best friend, as corny as that sounded...I bet he didn't think the same for me, though. I bet he just thought I was just another random person that he happened to know.

****End of Chapter One****