Space Kid wasn't sure what to make of the text.

He saw the message at seven in the morning, still drowsy and confused. Sleepily, he sent a reply.

Junior: What?? Why???

The space fanatic left his phone for a bit and continued getting ready. While he was combing his messy brown hair, the phone vibrated and lit up. He leaned over to read it.

Houston: Don't worry about it. Just meet me there, k?

With a disappointed sigh, he shook his head and pocketed his phone. About ten minutes later, he was out the door and on his way to school. "What's gotten into him?" he thought to himself as he went. "Hope it's nothing too serious..."

•~•

The questions from that morning plagued Neil Jr. all day. Whenever he saw Dolph, the boy was tapping his foot impatiently and flashing him mischievous glances. He was almost convinced his crush was going crazy.

Around lunch, the two finally met up. As soon as they ran into each other, Space Kid started asking questions.

"Dolph, are you alright? You've been acting weird and avoiding me all day. Is something wrong? Did I do something?"

The artist brushed his inquires aside. "You didn't do anyzhing, Junior. I'm just excited for zhis afternoon. And nervous."

The brunet raised an eyebrow. "His accent's coming out..." he noticed. Before he could ask about it, Dolph took him by the hand.

"Just- please be zhere as soon as you can. You von't regret it, I promise."

Too flustered to speak, the other just nodded. His half-german friend gave him a small smile before taking off towards Max's table, leaving the blushing and confused space addict behind him.