Lennox couldn't believe his sleepy eyes, when they found none other than Milan Lohmann, walking along side his ex-girlfriend Cara Dietrich, in the hallways of Lassing high school.
Milan Lohmann, they guy who was Instagram famous for his wild ideas involving snow or ice adventures.
Milan Lohmann, the guy who had won the End of Season tournament five times in a row in both half pipe and freestyle skiing—in his age category.
The guy who had a contract with HellerStern, always walking around in their latest outfits, wearing their newest hats or sunglasses, carrying the coolest backpacks and whatever accessories they’d give him.
Milan, who was Lennox’ ex-boyfriend’s biggest rival.
Milan, the guy who went from hero to zero overnight; ever since he completely disappeared from society about eight months before.
One day Milan was talk of the town, and region, with new videos being posted on his YouTube channel each day. With new pictures on his Instagram, new updates on TikTok, new posts on Facebook.
The next day he was gone.
The rumor that made most sense, was the one that said he simply moved away. But wouldn’t he at least make new content if he had moved? And now that he was back in school, it was evident he did, in fact, not move.
Lennox, as one of his biggest fans, had kept an eye on all accounts in the hopes of new content, but eventually, one by one, they were closed, days before last years End of Season tournament was held. Milan wasn't just absent as a participant in the biggest tournament in their region, no, Milan was absent everywhere. Even in school.
So, to see him suddenly walking around in school after months of radio silence, kind of shocked Lennox. He, along with Milan's entire fanbase, was dying to find out why he had so suddenly put an end to his career. With rumors of him being trained to compete in the Olympics, sponsor contracts with more brands than just HellerStern, and probably a great income from all his Social Media accounts, it seemed unlikely that he suddenly lacked motivation.
Lennox had rewatched the last few videos Milan had posted, over and over again, searching for any hints that would give away the fact he was about to burst his bubble and quit.
He wouldn't say he was obsessed with the mystery—he wasn't the one who started discord channels and Facebook pages solely dedicated to talking about Milan's disappearance—but he was... well, obsessed.
To some degree.
But mainly because his heart fluttered at the mere sight of Milan, in real life, a few feet away from him. Mainly because he could drown in his eyes, he could stare at his smile for eternity.
He wondered if Milan even realized how much of his fans were still, to that very day, wondering what had happened that caused him to quit. Did he know how worried all of his fans were? Did he care?
Before he disappeared, Lennox knew the stories about the boy all too well; polite, kind, everyone's friend. Which would indicate he should at least care about his fans a little bit.
People needed to know Milan was back in school, and hopefully, about to be back online as well. He quickly snapped a picture, opening the most popular discord gossip channel, and felt his eyebrows rise as he saw just how many of the others were in fact students in the same school. In less than 10 minutes, thirteen pictures were sent to inform everyone that Milan Lohmann had returned.
Plenty of people were already excitedly replying, while Lennox pulled a face at the chat, cancelling his picture upload, since it seemed old news already. The main thing people were talking about, was how they hoped he’d be dropping new content soon now that he had resurfaced.
A few, in one of the channels, were discussing reasons for Milan’s months long absence in society.
The rest, and Lennox joined them, was active in the fan-girling channel; where all they did was talk about how good Milan looked.
And since they all seemed to be fans who weren’t in school with them, Lennox at least had the honor of being the first one in that channel to upload a picture and fawn over how he even looked better in person.
Now, all that was left to him, was work up the fucking guts to step up to the guy, and talk to him. If only he wasn’t such a chickenshit.