Kent was such an odd guy, the fact that he kills people for money for a living also doesn't help. Sure he has a relatively good relationship with family but he's always been stoic. Calm. The friends in his life that come and go and even the one that stayed never changed his character or moral standing. Not a lot of lovers and certainly not a lot of friends either but he didn't mind it much, it kept his life peaceful. The same waves of calmness washed over his entire life to keep him grounded. Little did he know about the tsunami that was brewing underneath some weirdly dull eyed kid he met on the playground one warm spring evening.
He remembers that day so vividly because the smell of rain made his nose wrinkle and his shoes squelched on the pavement from puddles he failed to evade.
Nobody ever came up to him except for Pin but she did. Usually he never enjoyed when people came up to him because they were loud but he stayed quiet and made a peace offering. A tiny yellow dandelion that had not yet bloomed, between stubby fingers. A hopeful look in her eyes made Kent's small little heart soften for the girl so he allowed her to sit next to him in the sand pit. Unbeknownst to him, he was like a rock in the middle of the ocean. Slowly molding because of the soft crashes of water against his rough exterior.
Years pass and the dull eyed girl turns into a dull eyed boy and Kent can't help but feel like the stuff around him was changing him. Being a teenager was no joke and the doomed relationship between him and his best friend ended faster than he thought. Luckily the friendship stayed strong but truthfully it ended because Kent started growing feelings for the dull eyed boy—Belle. Over the years, he crashed into his life–against his rock–and shaped him. Almost like what Pin did but this was something warmer, fuller. He felt guilty about it for a long time before he had to level with himself.
He was in love.
A couple of one on one hangouts turn into more than just laughs and games. He starts feeling his palms sweat whenever the mention of Belle's attendance is made aware to him. His heart sinks to his ass when he hears the familiar sound of his window being forced open by a certain someone... The hairs on the back of his neck stand up when Belle gets real close in his personal space, obviously laying it on especially thick but he's enjoying himself. More than enjoying. He wishes there was a word out there to describe how elated he truly was whenever he could be in his presence.
This is actually really short but I felt like I wanted to post it anyway. My creativity is leaving me FAST but this was more description than action. I figured it'd be easier to just make a part two with actually dialogue than try to shift away from the feel I already gave this chapter...If I even do that.
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FanfictionMf this is for Mick so. ODKKSLAN You alr know like 😕 (Obviously a lot of people who aren't Mick read this, so hi 😭) Actually, this is just an oc book that has no character depth that any of you will know but still, read if you want idk, I don't ad...
