lucky for lars, fritz is the type of person that barely sleeps.

still, he prefers not going out at night, spending it instead with video games and late night tinkering; the sparks of metal welding is always an interesting sight, even if he's heard it a thousand times that doing this is going to break his eyes and he's going to eventually need glasses. oh well, glasses are for nerds, and he's a nerd. not much loss there.

when his phone buzzes, he rubs his eyes as he pauses the game he's idly playing away. meet me at the lake? for a moment he does a double take and wonders if this is younger anderson talking, but no, it's lars, the older bro. he met this guy not long after he became friends with his brother, and he is still surprised that he considers his friendship with him as highly as his classmate. how that happened is beyond him, and he honestly didn't think that they are on that level of closeness until this text.

doesn't this guy have other friends?

he groans as he pushes himself up; he hears the bones creak and crack after being stiff for so long. he makes sure to save the game before turning off the tv. he's used to navigating his room in the dark, so he pulls out some really loose, baggy clothes to wear since it's not like there's going to be a lot of people this late in the evening. stifling a yawn, he throws his pajamas on the bed and exchanges it for a bag. before he leaves his room, though, he whispers for rotom, who is sleeping inside his toy robot. the electric ghost lets out a sleepy whine, a little confused why his trainer is going out now, but nonetheless zips into his watch. where he goes, rotom follows.

fritz knows his parents are fast asleep, so it's easy to sneak out of the house. once he closes the door behind him, he stretches his arms upward and heads to the lake, which is honestly a five or so minute walk from his place. lars should be there but he has no idea what he even wants to talk about. maybe a girl is troubling him and he needs someone to talk to? he's not really in the mood to hear about love problems at the moment...

if this is a practical joke, lars is going to his "fuck em" box.

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tags: Laurence Anderson
notes: heading to the lake!

"you better have a good reason for calling me out at 1am." he says, placing his hands on his hips for a moment before sitting down beside the older male. he immediately notices the sandwiches and grabs one without asking, unwrapping it and taking a bite as he listens to lars talk about his current situation. without the whole serious vibe his companion is giving, fritz might've thought that this could be a date or something. 'cuz, you know, evening by the lakeside, just the two of them (and his mudkip), a little bit of a picnic...

"your mom sounds like she's denying it." the boy says after swallowing a bite of the sandwich. oh, this is good. simple, but good. or maybe he's just hungry. he shakes his head at the question though, "henri talks about a lot of things, but not really about your dad. i don't think he's sure on what he's seeing, either." it's honestly mostly snippets and theories, if he recalls correctly. his classmate loves to yammer on and on that sometimes fritz unintentionally (or he supposes intentionally sometimes) blocks him out. he likes lars better, though he notices that at the moment he's sharing his brother's trait of anxious chattering.

"i guess you saw something tonight? henri did mention something about it being like the spy movies, like your dad could be in some mafia shit." he adds offhandedly, taking another bite of the sandwich. he knows that lars' family is actually pretty big. like, in terms of their name. was it wealth? he couldn't quite recall, but some of the students had a bit of an aversion to henri, or on the flip side try to kiss up to him.

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tags: Laurence Anderson
notes: that's a lot to drop on a fourteen-year-old

yep, he's definitely doing the anxious chattering thing. oh boy, this is going to take a bit of sifting. he listens quietly, taking little bites from his sandwich when his mouth feels like it needs something to chew on. his eyes shift when lars' voice almost falls into a whisper, as if telling a secret that he isn't supposed to share. "you are paranoid." he manages to say in the rare moment of silence. "but i guess that's a good thing. after all, it's better to be prepared for, well, anything."

fritz raises a brow though when lars asks him a favor. a pretty big favor, if one would ask the boy in return. he hasn't even considered his classmate that close of a friend, and now his brother is asking him to look after him? he chews on the soft bits of bread, some bits of it get stuck at the roof of his mouth, so he preoccupies himself with trying to take it off for a few seconds, "i'd have to ask, duh. can't just randomly drop that, you know." his tone is almost no-nonsense, but his expression becomes serious afterward, thoughtful. it then turns to a small smirk. "guess 'cuz he knows that we hang out more often than me and him. bet he knows i have a soft spot for you."

that...didn't come out right.

"i-i mean..." he hides a bit of his face with the half of the sandwich he has left, a light blush dancing on his cheeks. "'cuz, you know, he's cool, but he's kind of annoying. you're less annoying, yeah." great, he just had to say that. he turns his gaze to the lake; the moonlight making it glitter beautifully.

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tags: Laurence Anderson
notes: sorry that i'm late, take some gay in exchange