AN: Well, I was almost done this chapter when I posted the first. I really hope it's enjoyable. I want to make a good story yet sometimes it's hard to come up with little events. This chapter is kind of a bonding experience, a mix of angst and humor... Sort of... I wasn't sure how people would react to a story like this. I just kinda threw everything out there.
Chapter Summary ~ Agreeing to join Yuuri on a outing, Wolfram's insecurities increase. Does Yuuri really want to befriend our blonde beauty? Or is there more then meets the eye.
Chapter 2 – Denial
Green eyes squinted as the sun streaming in from the crack of the closed curtain; he groaned and pulled the blanket further over his head.
He pouted, lifting himself up slightly to peer over to the other side of the room. "Yuuri?" He muttered lifting himself up further. Ugh, he must thing I'm some kind of freak… What was I thinking? What is wrong with me…I would never make myself so…vulnerable. So weak.
Wolfram was annoyed at himself, he felt so insecure and awkward. He never acted like this, before he was always so head strong and prideful. But right now he felt tired and weak.
He was pulled away from his thoughts when his roommate stepped out from the bathroom; a towel simply wrapped around his thin muscular waist. Water dripped gradually in droplets from his onyx locks to his toned tanned chest.
Wolfram stared, mouth open in shock, his pale cheeks now blushing.
"Y-Yuuri!" Wolfram pulled his comforter over his head, "A-at least put some clothes on!" He wailed. "H-have some decency!"
Yuuri blinked looking at the lump on the opposing bed yelling at him, "Sorry… I didn't think it was a big deal. I have a towel on… besides I forgot my clothes out here."
Wolfram went silent and waited until he heard the boy return to their bathroom before pulling the blanket away. Oh yeah, it's Saturday. He wanted to go out… Wolfram sighed and dragged himself out of bed pulling out a pair of jeans and a sweater.
He sat on his bed rubbing his tired green eyes and waited for his roommate to return from the bathroom. Why am I doing this…? Should I go? I feel so nervous. He's just some nobody… w-why should I associate myself with someone so insignificant.
He shot up from the bed grabbed his clothes when Yuuri emerged and dashed into the bathroom. Yuuri blinked turned slightly watching the boy shut the door quickly.
Wolfram felt his heart flutter, he bit his lower lip softly, the vision of his almost naked roommate stuck in his mind. He let out a deep breath shedding himself of his clothing before jumping into the shower hoping to cool off his hormone levels.
Why am I thinking these things? He shut his eyes tightly feeling the blush return to his cheeks. UGH.
He took his time in the shower, his body relaxed in the heat of the water. I wonder where we are going to go. Maybe just to the café… He pondered. I-I've never really had anyone to do these things with. I did go out for meals a few times with my family…Shopping with my mother when she was around.
The blonde jumped out of the shower with a sigh, drying himself with his towel before wrapping it around himself. He avoided his reflection in the mirror feeling almost insecure of the person looking back at him.
He pulled on his clothes stopping at his jeans. E-eh… He blushed like a tomato. Crap. Really?! No, no, no, r-really? Fuck. He tugged at the stylish denim material around his thighs struggling to pull them up to his larger waist line. I-I guess I haven't bothered to wear anything but my sweats as of recently… b-but that's beside the point. I-it's not like I…I've gained weight or anything. He felt surges of panic over take his mind, what do I do…?
He shook his head and took a deep breath feeling his face burn with embarrassment. Relax; just relax Wolfram. He pulled the jeans shut with a struggle and sighed; his soft stomach protruding slightly over the tight material. This is really uncomfortable… He looked into the mirror observing his body; thighs tight against the denim, the waist band dug into his soft flesh in discomfort.
He grabbed and tugged his sweater over his torso hoping to cover the pudgy flesh. He sighed in relief as the sweater hung loosely over his body. I hope I look ok… I wonder what Yuuri will think…?
The sudden knock at the door startled the boy out of his daydream, "Y-yes?" he questioned.
"Uh, are you almost ready Wolf?"
Yuuri.
"Um, just a minute…" He ran a hand through his damp locks of hair. Why do I feel so nervous? Wait, why do I even care what he thinks!
Wolfram opened the door slowly taking in a deep breath. He spotted the other boy sitting on his bed tapping away at his phone.
"I…um, I'm just about ready to go." Wolfram grabbed for one of his jackets pulling it over him then reaching for his shoes. Yuuri looks so handsome… His heart beat increased with lust. Ugh, again…stupid Yuuri!
The other boy was dressed in full black, a form fitting black t-shirt and surprisingly fashionable looking jeans. Wolfram had never really looked or even thought of Yuuri to be handsome. But right now his roommate was an object of lust and desire.
"Great, so I was thinking we could go down town." Yuuri smiled at the blonde and he pulled his leather jacket on. Fuck that made him look hotter…
"Ah, downtown?" Wolfram questioned.
"Oh yeah, I have a car. Not sure if you knew."
Wolfram swallowed nervously, "I-I didn't, but that does sound convenient."
"It can be, but I do enjoy walking on nice days." He opened the door, "After you."
The two walked hastily to Yuuri's car the cold air piecing their skin. It was already winter and the air had cooled dramatically. The sky was clouded so no sun was to be seen.
Wolfram shivered pulling the hood of his jacket over his head then shoving his hands in his pockets. He really hated the cold. He watched as Yuuri opened the doors, he sighed with relief almost rushing into the passenger side so to hide from the cold air.
He looked over at his roommate, he doesn't even look effected by the cold, Wolfram grumbled to himself crossing his arms in hopes of warming himself up further.
"Cold?" Yuuri tilted his head looking at the shivering blonde.
"D-duh, what do you think?" Idiot, he wanted to add but decided to simply keep it to himself.
Yuuri started the car, immediatly adjusting the heat so to get a comfortable temperature. "My mom just insisted that I have a car. I really don't understand how they managed to pay for it just for me but I am very greatful..." Yuuri mused.
Wolfram stayed quiet, my brothers would never let me behind the wheel of a vehicle...saying something about road rage to me... he stared down to his lap in thought.
"Ehhh, Wolfram, I think you need a winter coat, it's only going to get colder." Yuuri stated as he pulled the car out from the student parking lot. "Or, well, a hat or something."
Wolfram blushed. "I-it's n-not t-that...b-bad."
Yuuri chuckled slightly. "Well either way we can take a look at afew shops if you want to."
"Maybe..."Wolfram felt a headache coming on, "would you mind if we stop for coffee first?" Maybe some caffeen would help.
Yuuri nodded, "We can."
Wolfram had no real clue where they were, or going, he never really explored the city. He was glad Yuuri knew where they were going. He looked out the wind his eyes filled with curiosity watching all the people as they weaved into a parking lot.
"Did you want to stay here? I can go order for us and you can stay warm." Yuuri offered as he parked a small distance from the door. He looked at the pretty blonde who remained to look in thought. "Wolfram?"
"U-uhm...I can stay."
Yuuri smiled, "Sure, hmm, how do you like your coffee?"
"Sweet." Wolfram responded simply.
Yuuri nodded and climbed out of the car locking the doors behind him before jogging towards the coffee shop.
Wolfram let out a deep breath in relief. This is so awkward, Yuuri is way to nice sometimes it's almost sickening. At least my nerves have settled slightly... I really hope he doesn't wimp out on me and say something absolutely stupid... Wolfram kept his arms crossed and bit on his soft plump bottom lip.
Soon, he'll realize just how worthless you are.
Wolfram closed his eyes and cringed at his deep internal thoughts. Focus, Wolfram, stop being stupid. Stay calm.
He jumped slightly, opening his eyes and looking over to see Yuuri by the door which now opened quickly; then shoved a coffee tray towards him.
"Hold this."
Wolfram took the tray almost hesitating but seeing as Yuuri wanted to crawl back into the warmth of the car he grabbed it and Yuuri got inside. "Hope it's ok for you, oh, also..." He held a small bag in his other hand, "breakfast." He handed Wolfram what looked to be a chocolate chip muffin.
"Oh." Wolfram took the muffin with a free hand as he steadied the tray on his legs.
Yuuri took the coffee' from the tray and put them in the cup holders of his car. "Well, sort of breakfast. More so brunch." He smiled a goofy smile taking another muffin for himself. "So," he started so not to create a barrier of silence, "anywhere you want to go?"
Wolfram nibbled on the muffin and shrugged slightly, "I don't know. I've never explored the city much since I've been here. Your choice." He leaned his head back against the seat.
Yuuri thought for a moment taking a bite of his muffin and sighed, "Well," He chewed slowly continuing to think, "you don't mind if we just go shopping right? I did have a few things I needed to pick up."
"Whatever, it doesn't matter really." Truthfully Wolfram loved to shop. He always spent many of her weekends home together, even with her insisting to get him to wear woman's clothing, it was kind of a bonding experience for him. She always pouted when Wolfram would fight her, so he sometimes ended up leaving with at least something pink or frilly.
Wolfram sighed and looked out the window feeling depressed. He did miss his mother, maybe his brothers-just a little bit. He kept his eyes diverted to the passenger side window not really caring where Yuuri was taking him.
"So, where are you from Wolfram? You're not American considering the bit of accent you have." Yuuri asked as he turned a corner his eyes keeping to the road as he drove.
Wolfram tilted his head to look at the other boy, what does it matter? "I'm German."
"Oh wow, I wasn't sure. I'm from Japan. Kind of cool to meet people from different countries. I miss Japan but with the scholarship, I couldn't say no, no matter how much my mother cried." Yuuri chuckled.
"Oh. I see." Wolfram took a long drink of his coffee and looks back out the window.
"Yeah..." Yuuri sighed, he's so cold to me.
Wolfram bit his tongue as he wasn't quite sure what to say to the other boy. It's so awkward to talk, I have nothing in common with him so what should I say? I just don't get along well with other people I guess.
"It's seems fairly busy..." Yuuri mumbled as he struggled in search of a parking spot. "I suppose it's close to the Holiday season. It's expected but annoying."
Wolfram glanced around at crowds of people, some busy and on the go, others standing around mingling with one another cheerfully. "I see..." I really don't want to be around a crowd right now.
Yuuri noticed a bit of tension in the blonde's eyes, "Ah, it'll be fun though. Just stick with me."
Wolfram glared. "I don't need a babysitter, Yuuri." He crossed his arms.
"A-ah, well of course not, just...well, never mind. Oh finally!" Yuuri found a vacant spot and pulled in slowly.
Wolfram braced for the cold as he stepped out of the vechicle. He shivered instantly rubbing his arms so to warm up. His breath showing as he breathed outwardly. He looked at Yuuri who locked the car and then turned to look at the blonde motioning for him to follow.
I don't know about this...
Now everyone will see how pathetic and worthless you are! All those people can see it, all of them know.
Wolfram stopped instantly he opened his mouth in a small gasp, his eyes full of fear. W-wait... Yuuri stop. He tried to say but stood frozen in spot.
Yuuri blinked suddenly noticing the blonde was no longer behind him, he turned to look, the blonde was quite a ways from him. "Hey, Wolfram, you ok?" he began to approach him. Yuuri tilted his head to see the zoned out look that he wore. "Wolf. Hey? You in there?" He waved a hand in front of the boys face.
Wolfram snapped his head and looked up at Yuuri's concerned face, his eyes glassed over. "W-what?"
"You were just kinda zoned out for a moment there... is there something wrong?"
Wolfram shook his head. "Ah, no, not at all."
"Then come on!" He turned made his way inside; Wolfram followed a few feet behind.
Nothing felt real, everything blurred around him like it was going full speed. He felt breathless. Panic struck, he felt sick, Wolfram looked ahead at the onyx haired boy. "Y-yuuri slow down..." Wolfram took a deep breath.
Yuuri frowned in concern, "Really Wolfram? Are you sure your ok?"
"Yes!" Wolfram focused on his roommate so to compose himself. "I just have a headache."
"Oh, do you need to rest for a bit?"
"It's fine, can we just hurry this up please." Wolfram just wanted to run, go back to his dorm room and indulge in his own food induced addiction.
He seems terrified, I can see it in his eyes... What is going on in your head Wolfram...?
The two boys continued through the stores, Yuuri had purchased some clothes, some for his workouts and practices, the rest was mostly casual wear. A few winter accessories which included a black pair of lined leather gloves and a black knit scarf.
Wolfram watched the other boy wander around the stores, this is so different from shopping with my family...
"Don't see anything you like?" Yuuri returned to the blonde after his recent purchase. "You haven't really looked around."
"I don't." The blonde kept his arms securely crossed almost to protect himself.
"Hmm..." Yuuri eyed the blonde curiously. Wolfram's style... he stopped and blinked, so feminine. Wait. Eh...wait, are those girls jeans...? They look small, well, er, tight. He stared at the blondes hips and figure.
Wolfram glared, "Are you staring at me?" he frowned in fury.
Yuuri tore his glance away and laughed nervously, "A-ah! No. Just trying to, uh, figure out, well...what kinda of place you'd like to shop in." He couldn't ask, he really couldn't or risk getting beat to death in public.
"I don't care, ok?"
He had never met a boy like Wolfram, his features so dainty and soft, his golden hair framed his face perfectly. His figure was fuller then when he first met him but at the same time remained attractive.
Yuuri thought frantically since the blonde seemed irritated, "Ah-ha!" Yuuri exclaimed grabbing hold of Wolfram's wrist and dragged him out of the store.
"A-ah! Yuuri!" Wolfram spun around in surprise as Yuuri tugged his arm. "Let go!"
Yuuri seemed determined, he rushed forward dragging the stumbling blonde behind him until they reached another of the many clothing stores. Although to Yuuri's happiness it was a shop that catered to both men and women. At least now he wouldn't be killed by questioning the boy, he would just let Wolfram wander and decide for himself.
Victory! Yuuri had such a smug look on his face.
Wolfram glared. "What were you trying to do? Rip my hand off?!" The blonde pouted in a huff as he pulled his arm away
Yuuri rubbed the back of his head nervously, "Well, no, sorry Wolfram." He looked down at the blonde, "Sooo...anything here?"
Wolfram glanced around and back at Yuuri, "I'll take a look since you are so insistent..."
Yuuri let out a sigh of relief as the blonde went off to explore. His personality is so draining... He watched the blonde, which as Yuuri suspected , went for more feminine wear.
Deciding it would be best to stay out of the fiery blonde's way he found a bench in the store and sat down. He placed his bags down and pulled out his phone. Oh a text from Murata.
Where are you Shibuya?
Yuuri text back. Out with Wolfram, shopping.
He shoved his phone back in his pocket and a young girl wandered over to him, one of the store workers it seemed. She's cute. Yuuri thought with a stupid grin.
"Ehh, excuse me, but um, your...girlfriend is asking for you." She said in a sweet voice.
Yuuri blinked, girlfriend?
He looked at her confused.
"U-um, sorry, sister? The blonde girl."
Girl? Oh...OH. Oh god. Wolfram. Yuuri laughed and smiled at the girl. "A-ah, no not my girlfriend or is he?" Yuuri stressed the word he making her blush like a ripe tomato.
"O-oh, so sorry!" she pointed towards the dressing room her face in complete embarrassment.
Oh crap now she probably has the wrong idea, again... "He's my roommate sorry miss."
She giggled as to now flirt with the handsome onyx haired boy. "I see..."
"Yuuri!"
Yuuri snapped away from the girls stare and sighed. Really Wolfram...?
"Ahh, sorry..." He bowed to the girl apologetically before going towards the changing rooms. "Wolf?"
"Hey," He peaked out of the change room almost nervously. He was used to doing this with his mother, with Yuuri it just felt so awkward. "I... don't know if it looks ok."
"Oh, uh, I don't know if I'll be a good judge of that kind of thing Wolfram." Yuuri came closer to the blonde's change room and peered in.
He looked down at the blonde observing the change in attire.
Fitted skinny jeans that hugged his figure naturally, at least a better fit then his old ones, he thought before gazing further up his torso, almost like an animal with it's prey. His t-shirt hugged his torso gently accenting the small bit of weight. Pink, really Wolf?
Wolfram felt nervous again, Yuuri was too quiet. "Bad, right?" Wolfram almost seemed depressed at the lack of response he attempted to shut the change room door.
"A-ah! Wolfram, no it's fine. Just, well, no you look ok." Yuuri managed to stammer before the door shut in front of him. He sighed, "Really, it looks fine..."
Wolfram sighed feeling his eyes sting sharply as he held back tears, he turned and looked at the mirror in the change room. He quickly averted his glance and shut his eyes.
So pathetic and worthless. Look at yourself, Ugly.
Wolfram leaned his back up against the side of the small room and slowly crumbled to the floor. Tears slowly spilled down his pale cheeks as he stared blankly.
Ugly. A monster. A freak. A Wortless waste of space.
Wolfram wanted to scream, he held back, his breath quickening in anger and fear. His whole body shook.
"So, uh, I'm just going to wait for you...out in the store, ok?" Yuuri finally broke the silence.
He heard a muffled yes in response from inside the room before he headed back out.
Wolfram exhaled a shaky breath and he pulled himself back together as much as he could. He rubbed his dampened eyes and cheeks with his hand, then did his best to settle his nerves before changing back into his clothes.
He willed up enough composure to exit the dressing room area and glanced around the room only to see, well what seemed to be, Yuuri flirting with the store clerk.
Seriously Yuuri? Wolfram rolled his eyes and approached them. "I'll get these." he almost shoved the items at the unexpected girl who stumbled a bit with a small smile.
"Wolfram, that was rude." Yuuri hissed, only to have the blonde completely ignore him as he went to pay.
Maybe it's time to go home... Yuuri sighed, his constant mood swings are so...frustrating.
Wolfram walked over to his roommate and sighed, "There happy?" He lifted the bag slightly, "I bought something. Can we go now?"
Yuuri looked down at the blonde seeing only the sadness that the blonde tried so well to hide. He seen the slight redness around them, but quickly diverted his glance. "Yeah...we can go."
That sadness is so deep, his eyes are so dead. Like the fire being slowly drown out with water. I'm not sure what I could do to help, I mean, I thought today would help. But he seems to try and act all tough. But he really is so fragile, I wonder what happened, he wasn't like this when I first met him. Yuuri thought to himself as they wandered out of the mall with the blonde slowly following behind.
"Yuuri," Wolfram's voice broke him from thought, "I'm hungry."
"Ah," Of course you are. "What do you want?" Yuuri asked as they approached the car.
Wolfram stood near him, he shrugged slightly. As soon as Yuuri unlocked the car he bolted inside. "Stupid cold..." Wolfram muttered under his breath.
Yuuri was quick to follow tossing his bags into the back seat, "I'll just find somewhere close to eat at." He looked at Wolfram who nodded a little.
I so need some stress relief... Wolfram leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Ugh, and I have a essay to write tonight... I don't even know how to start it, my thoughts are so clouded. But I have to do well or Gwendal will kill me.
Yuuri pulled up to a random take out restaurant and looked at the blonde, "Here fine?" Wolfram nodded in response. "Ok then, let's go."
The two boys made their meal orders inside, although as a request from Wolfram he wondered as to if they could have their meal back in the car. Yuuri agreed to the pretty blonde's request seeing as the other seemed embarrassed for some reason.
The two hastily ventured back to the vehicle and Yuuri heard Wolfram let out a sigh, almost a sound of relief, he wasn't exactly sure why.
Yuuri turned the car on just for the sake of keeping the heat inside, he turned to look at the blonde who was already contently enjoying his meal. I seriously never took Wolfram one to enjoy food as much as he does... Normally someone as conceited like him would watch their weight like a hawk. Yuuri leaned back in his seat. Maybe he doesn't care if he gets fat...ehhh, it's not my concern. Well, if it makes him not yell at me I don't care.
Yuuri didn't know that truthfully the blonde was scared, depressed and eating his way out of emotions. Wolfram had yet to understand the effects of his actions since his only focus was on school; his families acceptance.
Wolfram remembered the day like it was yesterday. His big brother sat together with him at the dining room table, it was almost forced but requested that the blonde fill out the scholarship forms and do the necessary work. Wolfram fought him to almost tears, he didn't want to go to school in a foreign place.
Gwendal had went and studied there, now a successful businessman. He had always acted as Wolfram's father figure, scolding him or providing the younger brother with all he needed. Wolfram wasn't essentially interested in going to college, he was trying to find his place in life as a young adult. Although his brother stated that he can't sponge off the family forever no matter how well off they were.
So here he was a miserable mess, without guidance, just a pile of stress. He wasn't interested in education. He used to spend hours painting in his spare time, he enjoyed the beauty of the world taking in it's fill of colors and imagination.
But now that was gone. All that remained seemed grey and dull, like all life was sucked out of a palette of color. He missed it, but knew that he no longer had the time or energy to enjoy it.
He recalled something his brother said, it hurt like a knife through the heart.
"You can't make money off these worthless paintings! You'll just end up disappointing yourself."
"Worthless..." Wolfram muttered.
Yuuri blinked looking at the other boy with a concerned stare, "What did you say Wolfram?"
Wolfram blinked and looked over at Yuuri his cheeks now red with embarrassment. "A-ah, nothing! None of your business." He went back to his food with a pout.
"Say," Yuuri started in between chewing, "I really miss my mom's cooking. Like her curry..."
"Oh? I don't think I've had something like that before."
"Yeah, it's really good. Did your mother cook much?"
There was a small silence before Wolfram sighed. "My mother was not around much, she travels a lot."
"Travel? How come?"
"She a model, and an actress. She loves traveling to different places for her work. Sometimes I wouldn't get to see her months at a time." Wolfram responded.
"Oh wow? Really?! Your mother is famous?" Yuuri looked shocked. "What's her name?"
"Cecilie von Spitzweg."
Yuuri almost choked, he coughed and jabbed at his chest. "EH?! She's your mother?" He was in shock. "She's famous and very beautiful!"
Wolfram rolled his eyes, "You don't have to freak out."
"B-b-but..." Yuuri stuttered. "Although, come to think of it you do look a lot like her..."
"Hmph..." Wolfram pouted, he sulked slightly and went back to his food. "Everyone says that..."
"Well, er, no offence or anything..."
Wolfram then grinned at his roommate, "Well, technically it is no offence since you technically did call me beautiful too!"
Yuuri turned red, "N-n-no! I didn't mean it like that. UGH, Wolfram, I did not. It's different since your a guy."
Wolfram tilted his head smiling as he toyed with Yuuri slightly, "So, I'm not beautiful then?" He pouted.
"Wolfraaam..." Yuuri groaned. "I would never just go casually calling another guy beautiful..."
"So if I was a girl you wouldn't care?" Wolfram rolled his eyes, "Who cares Yuuri. SO closed minded, it's what I'd expect from some a wimp like you."
Yuuri crumbled in embarrassment, "Wooolf... you are pretty for a boy. Ok?"
Wolfram shot the boy a almost seductive stare, "I can accept that." He brushed a few strands of hair away from his face with that-i'm better then you-attitude.
Yuuri pouted in defeat and sulked sinking down in the seat with embarrassment.
Wolfram shifted his body on the seat finally feeling the jeans digging into his hips and stomach uncomfortably. He sighed and pouted, he missed his sweat pants.
I'm not that fat...I-I mean my doctor always said I was under weight anyways... Wolfram was suddenly brought into mental turmoil trying to get comfortable. He pulled slightly at the waistband reveling a small soft mound of pale flesh which was a bit red from his current tight attire.
Yuuri stayed still, watching the struggling blonde intensely. Yuuri couldn't divert his stare no matter how hard he tried. He wasn't sure what to think, he was accurate that the blonde had become a bit chubby. Wolfram usually just hid it better when they were around one another. Yuuri wasn't sure what he was thinking staring at his blonde companion.
He just suddenly got the urge to just pounce the blonde and shed his clothes and make out with him senselessly. He stopped his internal thought as he felt flustered, withdrawing his gaze he felt his whole body tingle. What am I thinking?! I don't like guys... it doesn't matter how pretty. I've never felt like this before, I am NOT attracted to Wolfram of all people.
His skin is so pale... it looks soft. Yuuri almost smacked himself. Wolfram looks too much like a girl...that has to be it. Although he does have boyish features...but, but. Yuuri was locked in termoil and of of all denial.
Wolfram sighed in defeat of even bring able to feel comfortable, glad that he had picked out a larger size in his new pair, he turned to look at Yuuri who looked like he had seen a ghost. "Yuuri?" Wolfram poked the side of his arm.
Yuuri jumped and laughed nervously, "Oh, yeah, uh, so. Let's go back to the dorms." Please...
I need a shower... Yuuri pouted in embarrassment. Damn you Wolfram.
The silence was more awkward then usual, both boys sneaking glances at the other. Yuuri took the lead as they walked back to their room; Wolfram trailing a few steps behind.
Yuuri fumbled with his key and opened the door after hearing the small click of the lock. He let out a relieved sigh, more so since he actually survived the day without getting nailed by any of Wolfram's tantrums.
Wolfram collapsed onto his bed with a groan, "So tired..." he grumbled hugging onto his pillow then proceeded to kick his shoes off.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Yuuri asked the blonde as he took his own shoes off.
Wolfram wasn't sure how to respond to that, he thought for a moment his face half buried into the pillow. "I guess so..." he responded softly.
Well, guessing so is better then no... Yuuri thought as he pulled his jacket off. He pulled his phone out and seen that he had another text. Oh yeah, Murata.
Shopping... with Wolfram? You're still alive right?
Yuuri chucked a bit and rolled his eyes. He began to type a response to his best friend while the blonde peered at him from the other side of the room.
"Who are you texting?" Wolfram questioned feeling a sudden urge of insecurity.
Yuuri shrugged, "Just Murata."
Wolfram turned to onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Probably talking shit about me or something... Wimp Yuuri. I shouldn't trust him, should I...? He's most likely just making fun of me. The blonde pouted slightly, he must of just took pity on me... today was just a one time thing...
Yuuri shot up from his bed, "Hey, uh, Wolf... I'm going to go see Murata now. I'll, um, see you later..." he popped his shoes back on quickly and simply grabbed his jacket before waving to the silent blonde who waved weakly in response.
I hate him... I HATE him... Wolfram's eyes stung, who knows what he's saying about me?! I can't handle this! UGH!
He rolled onto his stomach and pressed his face against, knowing Yuuri was long gone, he screamed into the pillow. Tears forming in his emerald eyes, with the look of hurt and disappointment. He slammed his fist down to the bed. Dammit! I don't know if I can trust him... He was nice to me, or so I think, but how do I know?
Wolfram was filled with fatigue, but he knew he had work to do. He shed himself of his clothes and quickly pulled on something more comfortable. He grabbed his laptop, got comfortable on his bed and let out a sigh. he reached to his nightstand drawer for something sweet to eat, hoping it would help.
He stared at the laptop, his mind blank. He didn't even know what he was suppose to write anymore. He chewed on some chocolate slowly and he closed his eyes. He felt everything around himself disappear, he lay down onto pillow and his body felt like it would melt.
Without even knowing it the blonde was slowly drifting off to sleep, his green eyes fluttered and within moments was asleep.
Sleep, an escape from the world, filled with the possibility of dreams or nightmares. For the blonde however it was only filled with dreaded thoughts and nightmares. The feeling of worthlessness had never felt so strong.
AN: I also wanted to thank Butterfree on the very nice review! :)
Now I'm off to brain storm on the next chapter plot. My mind kind of burnt out near the end of this chapter, so I really hope it's not too much of a disappointment. It's a tad shorter too. Sorry for that. :(
