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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Heat waves
2:04 ───ㅇ───── 3:59 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ "Sometimes all I think about is you"
This chapter mentions mental health and it talks about Scara's home life. May be a bit triggering for some! I went back in and edited some mistakes I noticed!!
chapter three : letting you in
Y/N's POV
The past week of school had gone by fairly quickly, and it was now the weekend. Scaramouche and I had become good friends, and we often found ourselves immersed in a conversation with each other. I was the one who did most of talking, finding that Scaramouche was a good listener, but didn't have much he wanted to say. We stuck together nearly the whole school day, whether it was in our classes, in the hallways, lunch, or walking home. It was a habit we both formed, and we both found comfort with each other. I had found out that Scaramouche, too, was used to being alone at school. I had taken it upon myself to ensure he never felt that loneliness again. It being the weekend, we wouldn't be able to see each other. I had meant to ask Scaramouche for his number so we could keep in touch on the weekends, however, the thought completely slipped my mind when walking home with him. I facepalmed at my forgetfulness, slightly disappointed I had forgotten. I rolled over in my bedsheets, just as my phone vibrated. I glanced at the now lit up screen, a message from an unknown number. I picked up my device and typed out a reply.
(xxx) xxx-xxxx
(xxx) xxx-xxxx This is (Y/N), right? I'm gonna kill Ajax if it's not
(Y/N)??? Uh, yeah? who is this?? WAIT ARE YIU A HOT KIDNAPPER SLASH SERIAL KILLER SLASH MAFIA LEADER my yn moment, finally!
(xxx) xxx-xxxx I'm all 3... How'd u know my biggest secret
(Y/N)??? My godly intuition and hotness Hot people are always smart n pretty n sexy En ee ways Who r u?
[the fact some (most) of these were me failing to type his name...]
(Y/N)??? Oh HI SCARA!!! <3
(Y/N)??? changed (xxx) xxx-xxxx to "will he the fandango?".
will he do the fandango? Kys <3
will he do the fandango? changed (Y/N)??? to "No.".
No. Damn </3 Okay Goodbye world
will he do the fandango? WAIT NO
No. changed will he do the fandango to "Scara!! :D". No. changed No. to "N/N!! :D".
N/N!! :D Now we match
Scara!! :D Anyways, I meant to ask u if u wanted to hang out tomorrow, at around 1pm? Ajax n I were gonna go to a cat cafe n then probably go do random stuff
N/N!! :D Sure!! I've gotta finish my art assignment, byee!!
Scara!! :D Bye
N/N!! :D went offline. Scara!! :D went offline.
Scaramouche's POV
I stepped out onto my balcony as I looked up at the sky. Hues of orangey pinks and pastel blues filled the large sky. Clouds of many different shapes passed by, it was such a beautiful sight. I took out my camera and found the perfect angle. A clicking sound was made and I grabbed the photo, waiting for it to develop. When the photo was fully developed, a frown formed on my face. These never turn out how I see the subjects. I went back into my room, tossing the photo by the trash can that sat in the corner of my room. I plopped onto my bed with a soft thud. Should I just give up? I'm so tired of everything always going wrong. I looked up at the old glow in the dark ceiling stars I had put up when I was nine. The rumors are starting up again, about what I did to that girl, Katheryne. I let out a frustrated groan and my hands made their way to my face. It's not my fault she was fucking stalking me. I didn't feel safe going home. I repetitively hit myself in the head, frustrated about the rumors going around. I didn't even hurt her that badly. All I did was break her nose and give her a bruise. I sat up before walking out into the dark hallway. I tiredly stepped down the stairs, not caring if I was to fall. My mother and her girlfriend were sitting on the couch, watching a movie while drinking wine. They cuddled, smiled, and laughed. I frowned, quietly walking over to the kitchen. She loves Miko more than she loves me. I wish someone could smile at me how my mother smiles at Miko. I looked at the stove, empty pots and pans sitting on top. "Oh, they already ate," I muttered to myself in a hushed voice. I grabbed myself a bottle of water before heading back upstairs. Miko gave me a concerned look as I passed by. My mother was focused on the movie that played on the television. I glared at Miko before making my way up the stairs. Stupid Miko, stupid Shogun, stupid Makoto! They all take my mother's attention away. My own fucking mother didn't even have my contact saved until last month. She doesn't even know my favorite food! She knows everything about those three though! I walked into my room, noticing Shogun sitting at my desk. I glared, "Why the fuck are you in here? Get out." Shogun flinched at my harsh language, setting down the pen she had been playing with. "Kunikuzushi! I was thinking we could—" "Don't fucking call me that!" I raised my voice, tears threatening to spill. "I'm not the little girl I used to be, Shogun! Hell, I'm not even a girl now! Just fuck off and leave me the fuck alone. Please!" tears started to roll down my cheeks as I fell to the floor. I noticed Shogun getting closer, her arm reaching out to me. I looked up at her, pure hatred on my face as I slapped her hand away, "Get out!" As Shogun left, I broke down. Tears endlessly rolled down my face, I choked back my sobs as I sat on the floor. Why am I so pathetic? I calmed down before getting back into my feet. I glanced around my room before grabbing my coat and my phone. I rushed down the stairs and went outside, slamming the door. I didn't care if I'd get grounded. It's not like she knows I fucking exist anyways. I walked over to a nearby park and sat on a swing. The park was empty, but it was somewhat comforting. I lightly kicked at the ground, making the swing sway back and forth ever so slightly. I took out my phone and clicked on (Y/N)'s contact, contemplating if I should call him. I decided on calling him, bringing my phone up to my ear. Before he could speak, I spoke up. "The park by that Inazuman ramen shop, Fujimoto's Ramen," I quickly hung up, looking at the stars. Maybe I could let him in. It would be nice to have someone understand how I feel.
