𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨- 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙤 𝙭 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗

~Unrestricted Internet Access~

"Oh come on Scrabby, just let me see what you're writing!" I joked and teasingly put my hand near his computer. 

"No! This is my private business! You wouldn't understand anyways!" he sternly replied. 

"Are you sure? How messed up could it be?" I laughed. 

Ever since I gave the Scarab his own computer to write fanfiction, he's been hiding everything on it from me. If I even get somewhere near it, he moves on the other side of the room. I guess dude is just really protective over his art. I find it hilarious. 

"Prismo!! You have been trying to invade my privacy for the past two weeks now! Just leave it be," he demanded, closing the laptop. 

"I promise if I read it I won't judge! I just wanna know, so, pleaseeeee?" I beg. 

"Ugh, fine! But You can only read the first page," he sighed. 

He grabbed his computer and sat beside me. Positioning the computer where I could read it, he clicked on the document. The title was named, "Enemies to Lovers". It was a bit of an odd title for him, but I thought it was nice that he was exploring different genres, such as romance. After reading a little, something caught me by surprise. The names seemed familiar: Prismo. Scarab. The Time Room. 

Dude, he just wrote a fanfic about us. 

I was frozen in shock for a little bit. Why in glob's name would he write something like that?! I mean sure I've wrote some messed up stuff before when I was alone... but I didn't make it about someone I literally live with! Well, I've never lived with anyone before, but that's not the point. Also, if I wrote about me and someone, I actually liked that person. And there is no way in hell that he has a crush on me. Or at least I don't think-. 

"Why are you so silent?" he asks in a confused tone. 

"You know it's weird to write stuff about people you live with right?" I say meekly. 

"But you write about Jake all time," 

"But not romantically," 

A small amount of dark blue flushes across his face. 

"Well, I don't think it's weird. It's just a couple of chapters. I'm allowed to have an imagination." 

I flip through the chapters. There were 25 of them. Just by glancing over, at least 10 of those were smut. Good smut at that. I felt my whole body go completely red. Why was I getting so flustered? 

"Hey! I said you could only look at the first chapter," he remarks. 

"DUDE YOU'RE NASTY," I yell, pushing his computer back to him. 

"It's not real! I don't see the problem!" 

"You had to think about doing that stuff with me to make that!" I fake gag. 

"I- uhhh- I-" he stutters.

He closes his laptop and goes in sits in the corner. We stay silent for a couple of hours, with no one visiting the time room. He didn't dare look in my direction. I had my arms crossed. Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help but wonder if he really did have a crush on me. The writing was actually very intricately written, and it seemed as if he put lots of effort into it. I sort of surprised me, since he's only usually interested in murder mysteries. Curiosity got the better of me when I took his laptop and started reading again. 

"Scrabby, why don't you read this to me?" I jokingly ask. 

"Well last time you got mad at me," he pouted. 

"I couldn't be mad at my little beetle boy~" 

His blue face light up a deeper blue. He stood up from his corner and walked back over to me. 

"Fine." 

I smirked. If he was gonna have these kinda thoughts about me, then I was gonna make his dreams come true. I'm a wish master, right?