Yash finds himself in a maze of new emotions.
He has fallen for his best friend who could NOT be more oblivious.
When a hopeless romantic finds himself falling for a hopelessly clueless girl, is there room for hope?
'Blue Skies,' dabbles with questi...
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Alvita stares down her spiralbound art journal. She tilts her head dubious while tugging on her hair to soothe her intrusive thoughts. Some pages stick out unevenly which bothers her. It might seem strange that an artist is occupied with being organized, but that is the kind of person she is. She places all her brushes and paints in a cabinet; organized and labeled. Although her workstation would claim otherwise.
Her room, when she is enamored by a project, is a whirlwind of disaster. Despite this, she is precise with returning objects to their rightful place. She absolutely can't stand things being out of order.
The uneven bumps in her book poke at her like her consuming thoughts.
Alvita takes a deep breath and exhales. While closing her eyes; she decides that there are just some things she has to let go of. Often, these intrusive thoughts bother her when she avoids thinking about burdensome problems. At times like these, she wishes she had Yash's care-free attitude, or the ability to be aloof like Benji.
Okay, not quite like Benji. That guy is head empty, with no thoughts...
What Alvita really wants is to receive feedback from Mrs. Smith, about her latest art submission, and what could possibly be one of her final art pieces for her senior year. But Mrs. Smith is known for taking her sweet time, albeit she has as much to say as well. This is what worries Alvita, the more time she takes means the more she has to say; they are not always good things.
Alvita's plaguing thoughts somehow always convince her that she has royally messed up when she hasn't even said a word.
She sighs again, wanting to run away.
Alvita flinches as her friend plops down on the chair in front of her. Aiyana holds a lollipop in her mouth grinning at her introverted friend.
Alvita curses under her breath, recovering from her paralyzed state.
"Miss Alvita, language!"
Alvita rolls her eyes, her past thoughts long forgotten.
"Why are you sitting alone again!?" Aiyanna groans
"I enjoy my own company, and that's rich coming from another introvert," Alvita arches an eyebrow crossing her arms and challenging her eccentric friend.
"Ugh, I'm anti-social, it's different," she scoffs as she gets up to take a seat atop a table nearby.
"I know you're joking, but I don't think that's an acceptable thing to say," says Alvita unsure.
Aiyana takes that into consideration while she bites onto her lollipop, making Alvita cringe. She has strange habits for sure.
"Well, anyway, did you know that Destiny from history class cheated on her girlfriend?"
