✦ Roblox Flicker: Oneshots

Cast | Jean-Claude x Viola

[REQUESTED]

This ship was requested by Yuilesmollbeanuwu, thank you for requesting!

Sorry for making you worry, I'm just really tired, that's all :(

But I'm not quitting! Just a small break, but I'm back and ready to write again. I spent the weekend editing my game on Roblox, the Flicker Roleplay, if you'd like to test some things out, please feel free!

Link: https://www.roblox.com/games/5915102043/Flicker-Roleplay

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[VIOLA]

Ow, ow, ow...

I winced as I started to step out of the hospital bed. My cast was getting very uncomfortable, just wrapped around my leg real hard, and making it very hard to walk properly. I held onto the bedpost, heavily panting. It took a while for me to get comfortable with standing, and when I did, it felt uncomfortable to sit back down. Ugh.

I turn my head to hear the door creaking open. It was my friend Jean, well, Jean-Claude. "Hey, you feeling okay?" he asked softly, to which I nod.

"I mean, I'm not dying yet, so I'd say yes," I said with a few giggles. The blonde boy smiled as he stood back up, holding an outstretched hand to me.

"Here, I'll help you up," he said, to which I take his hand and, with a bit of effort, I pull myself back up from the bedsheets. With a hand, we walked down the long, grey striped hallway, passing by other hospital rooms.

The stairway was a tougher challenge. I mean, we could've taken the elevators, but stupid me chose the stairs. I can handle myself, okay? Jean looked a bit confused and surprised at the same time. "If you say so."

I hobbled down the stairs slowly, with Jean trailing behind and holding me so I wouldn't fall. I was grateful at that, even though I pretended to sulk just a tiny bit. We reached the bottom of the staircase, and walked out of the sliding doors leading outside the building. Jean led me to the car parked outside and opened the door swiftly.

Driving down the freeway was a bit relaxing, to hear the wind rushing outside and the engine revving up. After a while of driving, we arrived at Jean's house, which he let me stay with him for now until my ankle finally heals.

"So are you sure you'll be okay with this? I mean, I'm fine if you don't want to do this," I ask one step away from the door.

Nodding, he responded, "It's alright, I'm fine with it."

We walked inside and shut the door behind us. Jean made a small-sized cake, and split it for the two of us to enjoy. I thanked him graciously, and we decided to have a small talk during the time we had together. I mean, it's not like we never talk, it's just that we don't have much to say all the time, and we have a lot of time to spare.

Soon it became late in the evening, the crickets' chirps could be heard in the bushes outside. I sighed dreamily at the night sky near a window. Jean-Claude came to look, and smiled as well. Then, seemingly with no effort, the boy picked me up in some sort of way and took me upstairs. He ignored my sudden yelps of "put me down," and placed me on the bed.

I slightly grumbled, to which he nodded and laid the covers over my body. "Hey! I can do it myself, you know!"

He laughed slightly. "Thought you could use a hand there."

"Ha ha, very funny," I glared, to which he turned in the doorway.

"You know you're cute when you do that," he said, turning off the lights in the hallway.

"Wait what?!"