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When Smitty woke up the next morning he knew it was going to be a rough day. He felt melted, struggling to keep his shape together, His hand stung like hell and when he looked over at his clock he realized he had missed one of his video collabs with Matt. He groaned, sitting up and kicking his feet off the bed. He swiped up his phone and unlocked it as he made his way to the kitchen, noticing several unread texts from Matt, which didn't surprise him at all.
FrenchFry: Yo dude recording starts in 5min
FrenchFry: Dude?
FrenchFry: Smitty you good?
FrenchFry: [Funny meme image]
FrenchFry: Bro its been 30min
FrenchFry: Smittyyy are you ignoring me againnnn
FrenchFry: Yo dude seriously it's been like an hour now usually you're at least online.
FrenchFry: Earth to Smitty
FrenchFry: If you don’t respond soon I’m breaking in
Malkboi: I’m alive bro.
He grabs a cup from the counter, filling it with water. As he swings open his fridge he places the cup down. Taking a quick one over of his fridge he mentally noted what groceries he will need to pick up next time he’s out. He tossed his phone onto the counter and took out a sandwich he made yesterday but never ate. As he was grabbing it a container next to it scratched against his scrapped hand making him bite his lip. “Ow…fuck” he shook out his hand and grabbed the sandwich.
He turned around, closing the fridge door with his foot and sat down at the counter. As he was about to take a bite of food his phone started buzzing.
[FrenchFry is calling you]
“Seriously…” he grumbled, setting his food down and swiping the call button.
“DUDE WHERE HAVE YOU FUCKING BEEN” Matt’s voice blared into his ear. Smitty shrunk, feeling guilty for over sleeping.
“Sorry dude, I overslept. My alarm didn’t go off this morning for some reason.” He inspected his hand making sure that it wasn’t fucking bleeding from scratching it with the bag. His hand was pearly white, like milk. Usually he hated being like this, all goopy and weird but he was honestly to tired right now to care.
He was knocked out of his thoughts when Matt spoke up again. “Alright, we can just reschedule for tomorrow then.” there was an audible sigh from his side which made Smitty feel worse.
“We can still do it today man…” he offered, even though he really didn’t want to do it today.
“No, no. It’s fine…..though Puffer did invited us to go to dinner with him and some of his friends……you up for it?” Matt asked.
Smitty paused, thinking the question over before answering “I thought going out was banned because of yesterday's accident.” he joked.
“Nah dude you’ll be fine, Come on! Go get ready or whatever. I'm gonna walk over shortly.”
Smitty scoffed “Whatever you say dude.”
The phone beeped as Matt hung up. Leaving Smitty in silence. He looked down at his hand, not realizing he had been picking at it the whole call. He frowned, standing up he pushed the half eaten sandwich to the side choosing to deal with it later. Because now he had to get ready.
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Grizzy sighed, sitting back in his chair “Dude I’m hungryyyy when is your little friend gonna get here!?” he whined, poking at Puffer's shoulder.
Puffer's spikes prickled up and he pushed Grizzy’s hand away “Calm down dude, Matt just texted me that he’s close.”
Droid leaned over to peek at Puffer's screen, ears peeking up. “What made you finally get the balls to introduce us to your other friend hmm?” his eyes narrowed as he tried to read the small print, antenna shaking with every word.
“I had the same question, man.” John chimed in, tone chill like ice.
Pezzy clicked his tongue, giving Puffer a small side eye. “Yeah man what's up? Some weird special occasion pop up? Did we somehow forget your birthday!?” The soda pop gasped.
Puffer shook his head. “No you idiots, It's just they are usually busy so it’s hard inviting them to things.” Puffer’s phone screen lit up. “Speaking of them..they're here. So you all better be on your best fucking behavior.” He stood up but before he could go Pezzy shot him a question.
“Wait, what do you mean “them”? Why the fuck does that sound plural!?”
Puffer shrugged “Oh did I forget to tell you? Yeah, another friend decided to tag along. He usually isn’t into this type of stuff so I must have just forgotten my bad.”
“Of course you did bro..” Grizzy mumbled, ears lowering. The whole group knew that the only reason he was being pissy was because he was hungry.
“Well anyways I need to go find them before Matt does something stupid I’ll be back."
John just laughed as he walked away, “Whatever you say dude.”
Pezzy dragged Droid back down into his seat, struggling as Droid was being difficult. “Sit down you little bitch!” Droid stuck his tongue out at him in protest, ears falling flat against his head.
“So who do you think the little secret friend is?” Grizzy whispered, over to the others.
Pezzy gave up on wrangling Droid and turned to Grizzy. Hair bubbles popping every so often, “Not a fucking clue I didn't even know he had another friend besides that Matt person.”
"Hmm, weird" John muttered, wings shifting as he thought, it wasn't like Puffer to not tell them things. So him some how forgetting someone was…well odd.
The table fell silent as the now formed trio grew closer to the point they could start to hear the conversation they were having.
“Sorry we are running so late, this dude didn’t get up until like 2pm today and then took fucking ages to get ready.”
“Look I stayed up editing and missed my alarm. Also I wasn’t planning on being fucking dragged to dinner! No offense Puffer but I don’t want to fucking be here..”
“None taken dude.”
"YOU NEED TO MAKE MORE FRIENDS DUDE-"
"Matt quiet down."
"Yeah Matt shuddup"
"Why you little-"
Puffer walked up to the table and sat down, spines clicking together. “Our wonderful guests have arrived.” The two friends sat down in the last two free chairs next to one another. The taller one sat Next to Puffer, across from Pezzy. The shorter sat between his friend and Grizzy, across from John.
John stared, heart sinking. Oh fuck.
“Hiya! I’m Matt, nice to meet you all!” The light of the restaurant shined off green skin, casting the man's face in an emerald like glow.
The smaller one shrunk down into his chair, the brim of his spiny hat covering the top of his face. “Hi.” he mumbled. Not saying his name or anything else about him.
John stared at him, really stared. This was the dude I ran into yesterday.
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Smitty wanted to shrink away, he could feel the guy's eyes on him all throughout dinner. He hated this. Matt was good at the whole people thing so he easily started to befriend all of Puffer’s friends while he just laid back.
He pulled out his phone, checking the stats of his newest video that was set to post earlier today. It wasn’t doing half bad.
He picked at his bandaged up hand, hating the feeling of how itchy it was. He could still feel eyes staring into his soul. God what has he gotten himself into.
Matt leaned over to him. “You ok dude? If it's too much, we can leave.”
Smitty shook his head, “Nah I’m fine dude, keep having fun don’t worry about me.”
Matt frowned, "Why don't you try talking to one of them, they all seem pretty nice man."
Smitty fell silent as he shrugged. Matt shook his head and went back to his conversation with Puffer.
Smitty felt guilty for making Matt worry, felt guilty about making Matt seemingly have to take care of him as if he would melt just by being looked at. And honestly he was probably right because the ice guy now known to him as John would not stop staring at him.
He slumped farther down in his chair, pulling at the brim of his hat. It was his favorite hat, it was colorful and had a little propeller on the top. It was a little beat up but that didn't matter to him. He spun the propeller with his finger absentmindedly, a fidget that grew to be normal for whenever he spaced out.
"So whats with the hat?" He heard someone ask, His hand stopped and he looked up. he stared, confused for a moment. He hadn't expected anyone to talk to him. It was the John guy who asked, his head tilted to the side, eyes searching his, like he could reach into his mind and see everything he was thinking. Smitty had to look away, a weird burning feeling creeping up onto his cheeks.
"Oh, uh It's just…a hat I like…" Smitty mumbled half halfheartedly. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table.
"Interesting…I like it." John stated, his wings giving a small twitch behind him.
"Thanks…-" He spotted the shirt the dude wore, it had constellations on it that formed cool patterns, and a sunflower peaking out from the side. "I like your shirt." He answered. It was a black crop top almost shirt, with speckles of white like stars scattered across it, small little planets speckled in as well with a giant sun over were someones heart is.
"Thanks, I made it myself."
Smitty's eyes lit up with awe, "that's…sick dude."
Grizzy leaned over, listening in on the conversation. "Yooooo you got the quiet guy to talk!"
John gave Grizzy a glare as he watched Smitty shrink back down. Smitty frowned, rolling his eyes. "It's Smitty." he muttered.
"Ooo so you do have a name!" Grizzy joked, giving him a small nudge. John stared, spinning the name in his head.
"Of course I do dumb ass." Smitty snapped back, but not with any real bite.
Droid's ears perked up, "Hah! Grizzy's getting cooked!" Grizzy stuck his tongue out at Droid. The two bickering back and forth.
"So Smitty hm? The name suits you." John spoke up, snapping Smitty's attention to him. Smitty shrugged, leaning down and resting his head in his arms on the table. His hat falling over is face.
John smiled, swiping Smitty's hat from his head.
Smitty sat up, running a hand though his hair "Ay give that back."
John put it on, a smirk on his lips, "Nah I don't think I will." It looked stupid on him, not matching his aesthetic at all. John leaned back, arms crossed behind his head.
"Dude-" John tossed something to him and he caught it, when he got a good glance at it it appeared to be a blue flower type hair clip. Smitty looked at him confused. "What the hell is this for?" he asked.
"Its my hair clip obviously idiot."
"Well yeah I got that, but why are you giving it to me?"
"As an apology for fucking up your hand the other day."
"Oh uh yeah…It's fine really." He spun the clip between his fingers. Feeling the smooth surface of the petals. It was quite the difference compared to the rough fabric on his spiny hat John was still wearing. Smitty felt a weird tingle in his chest when he looked at John. God…why did he look so good.
Smitty didn't really talk to anyone for the rest of the night but John, they got along quite well. Laughing at one another's jokes. Seemingly like they have known each other for years and were just catching up.
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The night came to a close, faster than what Smitty expected.
"We best be heading home Smitty" Matt nudged Smitty, hinting for him to get up. "Thanks for inviting us Puffer!" Matt and Puffer smiled at one another. Their looks saying things to one another only they would get. "No problem dude, always happy to have you around."
John handed Smitty his hat back, a smile playing on his face. He was about to give the hair clip back but John shook his head. "Keep it man, I got plenty back at home." He winked.
Smitty looked away, red creeping up onto his face. "Thanks…"
He walked out with Matt, thinking just how well tonight went, and also of course thinking about John.
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