Doki Doki Movie Club! - A SM AU Fanfiction!

8: Sharing with Radford! (PT 0.1)

Glancing around, I find my eyes landing on member after member—Rick, Kevin, Radford, Ethan. Who was I to share with now that we had gotten to the actual club activities for the day? I stand with the paper in my hands, clenching it, though after a while my eyes seem to linger the most on Radford.

He.. was the one who brought me here, and was my childhood friend after all who I did enjoy being around.. even if he could be a little annoying sometimes. Perhaps I should share my script with him first.

With a sigh, I try to resist my heart pounding from within my chest out of embarrassment from the activity we were about to do, and I begin to approach Radford who looks to be happily grinning down at the paper in his hands.

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Radford holds the paper in his hands, his mouth slightly hung open as his eyes scan the words from behind his movie glasses. I stand before him, my arms crossed as I glance down. I'm starting to wonder if maybe sharing scripts was a good idea after all..

After a while, Radford looks up from the paper, and gives me that same bright grin of his that he always seems to wear. "Woah, dude—this is really good!" He slowly hands the paper back to me, still speaking in that same upbeat tone of his as he arches a brow. "Seems like you got the hang of things pretty quick!"

I sigh, my heart still pounding as I take the paper back into my hands and hold it against my chest. "It's.. not that good, man. It's my first time even writing something like this.."

"Hmm.. well, for your first time, you did pretty good!" Radford replies with a simple hum.

"Mm.. I doubt it. You sure you don't like it just 'cuz I wrote it?" I asked, sighing as I glanced down at my paper—realizing how mediocre it really was. In all honesty, maybe I shouldn't have tried impressing anyone with the little script-writing skills I had. If I even had any at all..

Radford pauses, before thinking, and then speaking up again. "I mean.. I'm sure thats part of why I like it. If you were the one who wrote this, it has to be good!"

"I don't think thats how it works, dude." I utter under my breath, giving out a sigh.

"Mm.. well, either way, it's still special to me. Y'know why?"

"Why's that?"

"'Cuz you were the one who wrote it, man! I like hearing stuff from you. You should write more often—I think you think too little of yourself sometimes." Radford exclaimed happily while shuffling closer to me, and then standing at my side—his face a little close to mine, and his shoulder barely blushing against mine as well.

I flinch a little at how close he is, feeling my face become warm. I then press my palm against my face, and mumble. "Ugh.. alright. If you say so."

Even though I can't see his face that well, I can practically see him in the corner of my eye softly smiling at me the moment I even do such a physical gesture. He probably knows I'm embarrassed. Either way, I don't have enough energy to yell at him for it.

"Besides, man.. I'm just happy you wrote one at all. It reminds me that you really decided to come here." Radford sets one of his hands on my other shoulder, speaking in a more gentle tone. "I know you don't really see yourself as that great, but if you came here even with knowing you'd have less time to relax at home—I think you're pretty alright, man."

"Uh.. right." I utter. I felt a pang of guilt inside of me, knowing full well my only motive for coming here was for the cute boys in it. Should I really keep doing this if thats all the reason I'm here for? I know Radford wouldn't like it if I told him though..

"Well.." I groan, but give Radford a weak smile as I pull my hand off of my face. "..thanks, dude."

"No problem, man." Radford grins, before ruffling my hair with the hand he had set on my other shoulder. I practically fight the urge to swipe my hands up and force his hand off of me, feeling my face become warmer.