Ike tugs on his hair in frustration as he stares tiredly at the blank paper in front of him. He just finished his homework and is now in the middle of continuing a novel he writes in his free time. Writing was/is always a way for Ike to express himself. It was relaxing in a way, to just write things you came up with by yourself. And sometimes, writing is an escape bubble for him. Whether he was sad, angry, happy, he would write it down.
He lets out his feelings that way. It was nice, similar to a diary but indirectly. But some other times he just cant help but get caught up in writing itself, y'know? When he runs out of ideas, doesnt know how to continue a certain part or describe a certain something.
That's exactly what's happening right now. Ike let's out a sigh, deciding to stop for now and grab a carbonated drink. He stops at the fridge and grabbed the drink he first lands his eyes on.
The can lets out a satisfying noise as it opens and if you pay close attention, you could hear a slight fizz. The drink burns his throat slightly in a nice way as it goes down his throat. Ike goes back to his room and sits on the bed. The blanket around him crinkles from the weight, ruining its earlier smooth surface. The room is quiet, the only sound you could possibly hear is Ike's breathing only and that itself was barely audible.
Ike glances at his phone. Without a second thought, he grabs it and immediately goes to check his messages. His eyes dart on a certain someone immediately. He clicks on the person's contact and lets his fingers slide gracefully from one key to another. He hesitates for a moment, biting his bottom lip while feeling unsure.
He then clicks 'send'. He waits for a reply, fiddling slightly with the drink in his hand while doing so. Not long after, he hears a 'ping!' from his phone.
You:
I need your help on something
Can you please help?
Vox:
Of course Ike
What is it?
They continue this for a bit before deciding on doing a VC (Voice call).
"So what kind of story are you planning on writing?" Vox asks. Ike had hidden the fact that he was writing for his novel, not ready to reveal what he was making. He settled on telling the other male that he had an assignment which required him to make a short story.
"I was planning on writing slice of life with romance thrown into it. The process didn't go as well as i had hoped it would." Vox hums in reply. "Well you could always have the characters just fuck." Ike snorts hearing the ridiculous suggestion. It was an attempt from Vox to lighten up the mood, though a bit out of the place, it was still appreciated.
The black haired male chuckles. "I'm kidding~ I dont really know much about on how to write a story, but i've heard lots of them." Ike listens attentively and stays silent, waiting for Vox to continue. "One thing that i notice a lot is that most of them, the story itself or a certain scene, is based off of real life. It could be from other's or our own experience." He explains in detail.
Ike knows that. He usually does that as explained before. But it's mostly his own personal feelings, not so much to experience. He ponders on the thought a bit. "Hmm, i dont really know what to base it off of. I dont really have much romantic experience to go with the story i'm aiming for.."
'Lies.' A small part of him says. It continues with something Ike has shoved deep into the corner of his heart, locked and secured tightly. 'How about Vox? You cant deny your own feelings forever, Eveland.'
Not missing the opportunity, Vox goes and flirts. "You could write about us, Ike." Ike's heart skips a beat. Heat creeps up his face. Though he clears his throat and dodges Vox's flirting. "Anyways, how about you share your own experience, Vox?" The black haired man cries a little on the inside from the rejection (yet again).
As Vox goes and talk, Ike starts writing. He doesnt focus much on Vox's voice, but still keeping an ear out to listen. His quill glides from one letter to another, forming one word to another. In such a short time, he nearly fills the whole page.
MY FEELINGS FOR YOU
Mia was just a normal teenager with a simple hobby. That simple hobby was used to express herself, to tell stories without words, to capture beauty into a blank piece of paper.
She draws everyday, simply because she likes to do so. One day, she sees a boy her age. It was the beginning of school year. He sat next to her, stays quiet and makes no effort to interact. Yet he manages to capture her eyes. His delicate beauty was something all girls would get jealous of. She eventually learned that his name was Kai.
So, she draws what she simply sees as beautiful. Each stroke so careful and precise, thin and thick, white and gray. "What are you making?" He asks one time. She hesitates but slides her sketchbook to show him. His eyes widen, instantly recognising himself within the canvas. "You drew me?" His voice wavered, shock draped all over it.
It was different from what she usually hears from him. She could see a tint of pink on his cheeks. Ivy feels herself getting a bit shy, slowly nodding to his question. The next day, the next week, they have this small interaction more often. Then it clicked.
The way her heart pounded againts her ribs when he's near. The way he never fails to make her smile. The comfort and safety she feels around him... Everything now makes sense. This, is called love. These, were her feelings to him.
(The text above this is Ike's writing. I had no idea what to name the characters so bear with me :'D)
Ike stops once he finishes the fifth paragraph. This piece truly expresses himself, although indirectly. He talks with Vox, informing him about the finished text. The other male laughs in disbelief. "Woah, you finished it so quickly! I swear to god you're so talented Ike." Ike smiled and laughs softly.
"Thank you."
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Hiii im back! It's been awhile since the last chapter. School has been hectic, and this week is exam week. I wrote this instead of studying earlier this morning. Luckily today was math and social studies, so i did fine.
English isnt my first language! So mistakes are bound to often happen here! Critisms are welcome for improvement!
Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed! :)
