Doki Doki Movie Club! - A SM AU Fanfiction!

29: Sharing With Kevin! PT. 0.3

(IF ON KEVINS ROUTE)

"Alright—let's see what you've written today.."

Kevin simply said with a calm grin on his face as he stood before me, reaching his hands foward to take the paper. In the face of his slight burst in enthusiasm, I couldn't help but smirk and let out a mild chuckle.

"Heh.. geez. You seem kinda enthusiastic today.."

"Heheh—why wouldn't I be? I like the way you write your scripts."

"Well, yeah.. I know that. You didn't seem to want to admit that before though."

"Well, that's just because I.." Kevin hesitates, his cheeks beginning to darken a little under the slightly dark yet cozy atmosphere of the club. "..needed you to know that this was serious. I couldn't just have you feel like it wasn't that big of a deal by letting you know I liked your scripts right away." He then mumbled in a soft tone I couldn't exactly here, "..its.. its not like I was jealous or something."

Arching a brow, I said in response to what he mumbled—"I mean.. yeah. You don't have any need to be when you're such a good writer. I could tell you weren't jealous or anything."

"Ye—yeah. In.. in the end, that'd just.. be really stupid to get jealous over. So.. nn.." Kevin stammered—clearly struggling to find what else to say as he let out a small grunt of frustration.

My eyes softened with mild pity once a realization entered my brain. Of course.. why hadn't I thought of that sooner? In a gentle but slightly worried tone, I asked, "..Kevin.. do you.. are you not—confident about the way you do your writing?"

"Wh—What? No..! I mean, yes.. but.." Kevin continued to stutter and stutter—until the tight frown on his face curled into a softer one as he slowly looked back at me. In a rather sad tone, he inquired, "..I'm.. its not.. bad, right? The way I write my scripts. I'm.."

..I think I finally managed to get it a little now. Kevin must have just been skeptical or acted the way he did about his scripts because he was just scared I'd judge him. And felt like the way he wrote wasn't valid just because of the slight insecurities he had. In the fit of the realization that had just hit me, I frowned softly at him out of pity.

Kevin noticed—and glanced away, his sad frown still remaining on his thin lips. "Look, I'm sorry. Just.. please tell me that I.. I don't—I just don't wanna be.. ugh.." He pressed a palm against his face firmly, frustrated me couldn't finish what he wanted to say.

"..dude.." I softly uttered.

"I—look, I had a reason I never shared any of what I wrote with my friends before, okay? It's not like I thought they wouldn't like it or anything. It's just.. because of the more.. 'sappy' way I write, nobody ever really takes stuff like that from me seriously. So I wouldn't expect my friends to take me seriously either. Why does—why does it even matter if it's written differently? I don't.."

Kevin paused, and then let out a long frustrated sigh. I found my eyes darting toward his hand. They were clenched really tight all of the sudden, and he looked as if he were going to rip the very fabric of his paper from just how intensely he was feeling alone.

"He—Hey, dude. You're gonna rip your script." I said aloud in the gentlest tone I could muster. Kevin's hand didn't stop clenching, but he appeared to notice—and his eyes mildly widened. I took a step foward as I frowned up at him, and slowly pulled it out of his hands. Upon feeling me grip the paper, Kevin seemed to stop holding it so tightly and let me take it.

As I took it in my hands, I found my eyes instinctively darting over it to read the lines on the paper. But before I could, Kevin quickly spoke up as he looked back down at me with a sad frown still on his lips.