Can't… Stop… Writing…

My dad is just complaining all day because I'm on my laptop…

Dunno if you guys have this too, but I started writing this at 20:22 and it is now 23:43… I just can't write a chapter at once… Lack of concentration and inspiration, I guess…

Oh well…

I hope you'll enjoy this chapter~!

From downstairs the sound of a ringing phone could be heard. Since Freja was stuck in bed with an illness in her body, Mathias ran downstairs to get the phone. When he passed his mother's room, he looked inside to find her sleeping. After smiling at the sight of his mother sleeping peacefully, he continued his journey to the living room.

''Hello?'' Mathias said when he answered the phone.

A soft voice spoke to him over the phone. ''Hello.''

The Danish boy jumped up when he heard - his now best friend - Lukas' voice through the phone. ''Hey, how are ya doing?'' he chirped. Four years had passed since they had met each other. Mathias was now 11 years old, Lukas would be turning 11 years old in a few months. It was december now, the cold weather was harsh and the wind, snow and ice had no mercy. Mathias didn't mind it. Since the schools often gave them days off due to the incredible amount of snow, Mathias got to spend way more time with Lukas than before. Right after Mathias had told his Norwegian friend what had happened all those years ago, they'd been as close as brothers. Although he wasn't sure if Lukas did it out of pity, or because he felt a certain connection with the Danish boy, his friend had always been there for him. He could trust him like no other, tell him all his darkest secrets, memories, his dreams.

All except for one.

''Hey Lukas, how are ya doing?'' the Dane chuckled. Lukas answered with his usual answer and the usual talk happened.

Suddenly, Lukas changed the subject. ''Can we meet up somewhere?'' he asked. Somehow he seemed a little nervous. Something in his voice seemed to tremble.

Mathias thought about it for a moment. ''Let me ask my mom first. She's sick and she might need me here,'' he explained and ran upstairs. Luckily, Freja was laying in bed with one eye open.

''Mommy,'' Mathias began, ''can I go somewhere with Lukas?''

Freja smiled and nodded. ''Of course, just make sure to be home before dark.''

Mathias nodded with a big smile and told Lukas what his mother had told him before.

''So where should we meet up?'' he continued.

It was silent on the other end for a while. Lukas seemed to be thinking.

''Can we go to the forest…? I want to show you something,'' he answered, sounding like he wasn't sure if the place existed in general.

It was weird to hear the younger boy talk with a voice like that. He sounded fragile, in a way. Not weak, just fragile. Maybe being used to that emotionless tone had gotten Mathias used to emotionless personalities in general. If it wasn't for his mother, who was a beacon of happiness and hope, he might have taken over some of that demeanor himself. It's a weird world after all. How people can change you by being themselves. How mental issues could affect your physical well-being. He'd seen it happen, he was no stranger to that fact. Still it seemed weird to him. He couldn't understand how something as simple, but as deep as thoughts could change you body. Could you think yourself sick? Maybe his mother could think herself better. Maybe all that was needed was some support. Love. Affection. Friendship. The feeling of belonging.

He snapped out of his thoughts. ''Y-Yeah, that's fine, Norge.''

The two had started giving each other these nicknames about a year ago. Since Lukas was Norwegian, he'd often get called Norge by his friend. And since Mathias was from Denmark, Lukas would call him Dan, short for Danmark, a name he almost never used.

If the oldest had not been stuck in his thoughts, he could have sworn Lukas just smirk and let out a small laugh to tease him. ''Your voice trembled a little there… What's wrong, Mathias? Scared of the bunnies?''

Now Mathias managed to get his head back in the game. ''Shut up, Norge.'' At the speed of light, a blush had spread itself on his face.

The way the other said his name made him feel strange inside. It felt like fear, but he know it was something completely different. If it wouldn't have been such an embarrassing question, he would've asked Lukas to say it over and over again. Just the thought of that sound made his hands sweaty, his knees weak, his head felt like it was spinning and his heart was going a million miles an hour.

Keep you cool, Mathias. It'll go away again. It always does.

The boy kept telling himself these lies. Every time he even thought about the other boy, he felt this strange warm feeling spread through his body. He knew these so-called 'butterflies' were associated with love 99% of the time. But boys fell in love with girls, right? There was no way a boy could fall in love with another boy.

Somehow, somewhere, he knew that was a lie. Somewhere, in the depths of his very soul, he knew his feeling for Lukas were more than friendly. Much more than 'let's hang out', more than casually calling each other. But they were so young… He didn't know how to feel, what to feel. All he knew was that it was so much more than what he kept telling himself over and over again. All he had to do now was figure out what it was that got him in its grip and wasn't about to let him go just yet.

He'd find out soon enough.

Another chapter down :)

And another piece of proof that I am evil, leaving you guys with a cliffhanger like that.

Don't worry, it won't be long… Muhahahahaha :)

I think you awesome people know what I'm going to ask of you now… Same as always :3

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