Was it always the Truth?

Chapter 7

Ranpo' Pov

I sat down at my desk, looking out the window trying to spot the certain poet.
I smiled, waving out the window, he didn't see it but I don't really mind.
I turned back around and faced the desk, looking at the pile of papers with a huff.

What if i just rip the pages, who's gonna know?
Everyone actually. . It's important papers so i know i have to, it's jut boring you know?
It's similar to doing Homework..

Yosano walked over towards me, placing her hands on my desk with a grin.
"Soo, What's with you and him?" It was more of a statement then a question.

I shrugged as i grabbed a bag of chips.
"What do you mean?" I am genuinely confused what she meant by that, i mean what is it with me and him?

She looked at me with a confused look.
"Are you serious?! You and him have such tension.." She placed her hands on her hips, staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

It certainly annoyed me, I'm uncertain, and i hate that feeling.
Is this about that weird thing called..
I was snapped out of my daze by her complaint once again.
"Y'all act so Romantic around each other. . And he still says you're his rival"

"That's cuz he is my rival.." i spoke, it being mumbled because i was eating chips.
This conversation wasn't something I'm too interested in. .
But i mean, she's sort of right, I'm not sure of what i feel towards him, if she even mentions the word Love I'm gonna actually flip.
Not actually-

"Do you like him?" She grabbed a chair and placed it in front of my desk.
What kind of a question is that?
Like or?
If she means in a romantic way then no ofcourse not. .
Right?

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Poe' pov

I opened the door to my house with a heavy sigh, I can't believe what happened. . I'm so stupid, embarrassing myself infront of most of the agency..

I was still holding karl in my hands, if I didn't have him I would've broken down right then and there.
I walk towards my room, it's my usual comfort zone.
I open the door to me bedroom before placing the Raccoon on my bed.
He was suffocated enough already. .
Maybe i should write to clear my mind, it usually helps.

I sat at my desk, taking out the pages i needed, and placing the rest on the side.
I started writing on a Separate page
Trying to get the base of the storyline.
It usually doesn't take all too long for that, maybe about 30 minutes of my time?
When i was finished writing in the Separate page i continued with my normal one.
I was used to writing for awhile now, i mean. . It is a part of my ability.
But it's also a Hobby of mine, i enjoy it dearly.
I love Mystery novels or Crime Novels, they're usually the most interesting.
I'm not used to some others like Romance. . And comedy.
I like the Thrill and Excitement from Mystery novels.
And the Interesting Plot and use of info on Crime novels.
Some are even based off of real crimes.
I've never particularly liked romance books, they can be interesting but it never really spoke to me, why would i read about romance and love when I'm not too certain about what it actually means to love one another.

I guess I've never really though about loving one, have i ever loved someone?
I mean the basics from it. . Is that you feel happy around them, Comfortable, you can trust them and rely on them.
People say love brings pure Happiness, I'm not sure if I've ever felt that. .
It's complicated.

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Another short one but 2 chapters in a day, hope it's alright =)