Put Your Head On My Shoulder || SkepHalo ||

Chapter One

I dunno. I doubt I'll finish this, but I feel confident about this. This is the Minecraft world, so they will be using Bad and Skeppy instead of their real names. This chapter sucks ass.

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I hear him.

  The sound was deafening, in a good way. The soft lyrics falling into harmony with the light chirp of the parrots, as if the birds were singing along. It seemed magical to Skeppy. The voice of an angel, so close, yet so far.

  Skeppy's eyes widened. He could locate the slim body that sat with his/her knees pulled to his/her chest. Assuming it was a male with the slight masculine vocals, Skeppy wondered why he was here. 

  The figure sat on a large patch of grass. Green blades passed his back, drowning him in it. The small yellow flowers surrounding him only seemed to grow brighter with the sound of his voice. His voice, so naive, but so delicate. A call of a parrot singing with him.

  He didn't want to inch further, having the fear of disrupting the song. So, in spite of wanting to get closer, Skeppy hid behind the nearest tree. The bark scratching at his slightly darker complexion. He cocked an eyebrow.

  It's my turn to fly, so girls, get in line

  'Cause I'm easy, no playing this guy like a fool

  Now I'm alright

  Might've had me caged before, but not tonight

  This shouldn't be true. Skeppy hadn't actually found an angel. He wished to speak to the male singing such a beautiful song, with an equally wonderful voice. Though, Skeppy wished to also listen farther into the song. He didn't know why, but the exact way the male sang those lyrics, made him see a better future; a different opinion on everything.

  His heart shouldn't be racing with anxiety just to hear the next verse, or his face growing warm on this cold, winter evening. It wasn't the cold that flustered him so much. Skeppy knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping on a stranger; it was wrong. Yet it kept drawing him back. Back to the place of embarrassment.

  No matter what he heard, he raised an eyebrow. He wondered if any of this has happened to the innocent male, or if he knows someone who experienced it. The hidden denial, and honesty, couldn't mean nothing.

  Skeppy snapped from his daze, perplexed at where the male had gone. He searched all sides of him, finding nothing but free animals. Disappointed, Skeppy sighed.

  "I guess my concert's over," he groaned, running a hand through his dark black hair. Fixing it, it went like a ramp upward. This was, truly, disapproving. He didn't have a clue where the acoustic went. 

  It kind of hurts.

  Suddenly, his heart hurt. Sincerely. Skeppy didn't understand the pain, but it made him desire that short, innocent, male again. And he wouldn't let one thought defeat his determination.

  I am going to see him again.

  He didn't give up. Days passed, weeks even. Whenever Skeppy got a sick feeling in his stomach, missing the voice or getting queasy from remembering him, he would replay the words through his mind. It would make his heart flutter, and make his face turn a bright red. During the day, he couldn't think much.

  He has taken over my mind, Skeppy squealed in his mind. He'd set his head in his hands, and sigh loudly. The next time he'd drag his hands down his face, groaning. I'm going insane.