#ohsofancychanel

flynn: so i guess dads want me to go to the doctors. or a specialist or something like that. i don't really know.

flynn: well they aren't really suggesting it, they already made me an appointment.

flynn: they said that with school ending, and prom, and berklee that i'm "getting worse than they thought i would ever be" i don't really know what that means, though.

flynn was nervous about the dance tonight to say the least, but chanel had made plans for the two of them, spending half the day together before they had to part ways, then leaving the dance early to spend more time together. he had to keep reminding himself that with those plans in place it was all going to end up being okay. everything would end up fine, and the dance wouldn’t be as horrible as his mind was making it out to be. flynn had already checked himself out of school with the help of a note from his dad, and was now skating back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the school waiting for his girlfriend, his over ear headphones on, blasting music. these days, all he really listened to was the different mixes of songs he was doing for alexa, making sure every single thing sounded absolutely perfect through all listening devices. it had become a bit of an obsession, though it was what he loved doing, so no one questioned how much time he spent working on them. once he saw chanel walking out, his face lit up, hopping off his board to walk over to her, he smiled, “hey,” flynn leaned in to give her a kiss, “ready to go?”

flynn had been losing nights of sleep over this one song, a song that he had yet to show his best friend. something not so typical for him, pretty much everything he did was shared with the girl, from songs to what he ate for dinner, that’s just how they were, that’s how they’d always been. the song was finally recorded and produced, all set to do whatever he wanted to do with it. flynn had been staring at the track on his phone for days now, getting all too close to finally hitting the send button to share it with chanel. he just knew it would change everything, did he want to risk that? losing the one person that understood him most in this world? he let out a shaky sigh, moving through the screens on his phone to get him to the point where the audio track was in his text messages with her, his thumb hovered over the blue icon, teeth sinking into the inner part of his cheek, “fuck it,” he mumbled, slamming his thumb down to the screen without even typing a message to go along with the song, he didn’t feel as though it really needed it. the song spoke for itself. he threw his phone off to the other side of his bed, not flinching when it rolled off and hit the floor, nothing mattered right now, nothing but chanel. he fell back onto his bed with a heavy sigh, letting his eyes close as anxiously awaited what was soon to happen.