( lol it's fine, lmao )
'You said you liked the park, how about a date there? And we could do some other things too, whatever floats your boat.' Sorrel typed. He wasn't sure how the message would go over, but he sent it anyways. "Am I really ready for this kind of thing?" He asked. He pulled his knees close to his chest, and held onto his phone much tighter than before.
Ryan picked up Will’s phone, and grinned. He typed out; ‘I think we should go to the café, since we met there, maybe afterwards we go to the park. How does that sound?’
Will looked over, nodding, giving approval for Ryan to send it. Ryan sent it, then patted Will on the back. “Good job cus, you did it. Doesn’t it feel great to get things off your chest?”
Will smiled. “Y-Yeah…”
'You're right, that sounds really good, much better.' He wrote. He sent it before realizing how nervous he sounded. He laid his head on the caps of his knees. "Dear me, Will, you never cease to surprise.." He mumbled. He completely let himself fall over, and relaxed a lot more. He laughed a little bit, he really thought he might enjoy this.
Will smiled, and feel over, laying down on his bed, relaxing himself. Ryan smiled, then left the room, letting Will fall asleep.
(Sorry it’s so short)
( Please don't worry. It's okay! )
Sorrel eventually fell back asleep. He smiled to himself, as he lay there, truly alright with the events that were unfolding in front of him.
( Time skip to morning? )
(Sure, also I’m gonna be scattered around.)
( It's oki )
Sorrel groaned, rolling over in his bed. He yawned softly, as his eyes blinked open. His pastel pink, crystalline eyes opened towards the sun, which shone through his window. He noticed his phone was in his phone. "Ohh, Will might be awake," He mumbled. He typed out a lazy message and sent it. 'Morning, Will.'
Will stretched his arms, smiling, he was excited for the day. He looked at his phone, seeing the message. He replied. ‘Good morning. How are you?’ Will got up, and went to put on a casual outfit, a black hoodie with jeans. Will picked up his work clothes, being one of his multiple pairs, and put them in a basket to be cleaned. Will walked out of the room, Ryan was awake, it seemed he didn’t sleep, he was up, streaming probably. Ryan kept talking like someone was there, Will sighed and walked to the kitchen.
Sorrel yawned again, and picked his phone back up. 'Good. I'm about to change- er, yeah. Basically.' He sent the message. He tossed his clothes off, into a pile on the floor. He then chose a newer outfit. Khaki pants and a pastel green sweater seemed sufficient. He didn't know how the date would work out, he was practically nervous. He went into his bathroom, and grabbed a few pills. They helped him with his disorder, and he hoped Will wouldn't think of them as drugs or something.
