Is this how love feels like? An unreachable flower, waiting to be plucked, before it's too late? I don't want love like that. In books and movies, love is a wonderful, amazing and rose red feeling. That feeling that should make you feel all fuzzy and warm inside. This isn't love. Is it?
No. This is not love, love doesn't feel like this. This is an uncomfortable and cold feeling. It's almost scary. Even though I can't look in his eyes, maybe because they are intimidating? No, other people can look him in the eyes without feeling like they are being drowned, empty for words...
Am I falling for him? I can't do that. That wouldn't be fair for anyone.
"Earth calling (Y/N)." A tan hand waved in front of my face, drawing my focus away from my book. How dare they interrupt me?
Xinyan stared down at me. Her hair was messy, as usual, and her golden eyes were wide open, her eyebrows raised. Her guitar lay lazily on her back, looking like it could fall at any moment.
I just stared tired back with my (E/C) eyes.
"Class is about to start, you idiot, come on." It was almost as if she was going to run off when her eyes glanced down at my notebook. I, of course, noticed this and quickly closed the book.
"What are you hiding?" She had a smug grin on her face.
"Nothing." I bent down to take my backpack up to my lab, and when I returned up, I saw Xinyan, with my notebook open in her hands.
"Who is this you were writing about?" Her smile spread across her face. I stood up with a groan, placed the bag back on the ground, and went to grab my notebook back. Xinyan had other plans and held the book over my head. She wasn't much taller than me, but enough to make it impossible for me to reach the book.
"Aw, too short?" She chuckled, standing on her toes to make it even harder.
"Oh come on. Wasn't you the one rushing towards me just a second ago?" I stretched my arms as much as possible.
"Yes, I was. Now I'm curious. Tell me about him. Or her, not judging."
"Oh it's no one." I jumped up to grab it, Xinyan backing off.
"Well it must be if you are so secretive about them." Xinyan switched the book to her other hand, still holding it high up in the air.
"You would make fun of me." I tried to hide my smile.
"I would never." Xinyan shook the book above my head. "So, what's it going to be? Tell me who it is, or I read it out to the entire class, word for word." Her voice was teasing, not anything serious, just plain old teasing.
"Oh okay, if that's how we are playing." I held it out a bit longer, just to see her reaction.
"Tick tock. (Y/N) you better hurry and tell me." Xinyan swayed her head side to side, on beat with her words.
"Okay. It's someone I know very well." I moved closer to her face, smirking. She backed off slowly. Xinyan hummed, telling me I could continue.
"They are in the same class as me in most classes." Closer.
"You better hurry, 10 seconds till I run into the class and tell everyone." Now Xinyan was the one to move closer.
"What would you do if I said it was you?" Our faces were mere inches apart.
"Then I would feel sorry for you. I am in a relationship." There it is. She lowered her hand a little, but enough.
"Great, cause it's not you." I quickly backed off and jumped up, snatching the notebook back.
"Shh you are back, mommy's got you." I held the book like a baby in my arms. Xinyan acknowledged her loss and turned around.
"Hey where are you going?" I shouted at her. "To class stupid. I know a teacher who won't be happy to see a student failing half of her classes, and be late. Again." Mumbling the last bit she walked off.
"Shit." I stuffed the notebook down in my backpack, to stay, and never leave to see anyone but me again.
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Hello, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This is a very short chapter, and the other will be longer, this was mostly just an appetizer.
I will try and post pretty often, but don't believe it will be every day.
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Notebook dreams //A Scaramouche x reader fanfic//
FanfictionMODERN AU Is this how love feels like? An unreachable flower, waiting to be plucked, before its too late? I don't want love like that. In books and movies, love is a wonderful, amazing and rose red feeling. That feeling that should make you feel all...