Doki Doki Movie Club! - A SM AU Fanfiction!

53: Shaaaaring With Kevin! PT. 0.2

Kevin's eyes scan over my paper—not really holding any sort of emotion inside of them as he reads over the words. I'm at least grateful he's not saying much this time though. I was.. admittedly, I was still thinking about what happened earlier.

As he read over the script, my hand moved to my still sore wrist—rubbing it gently. After a bit of silence, Kevin finally lifted his head and spoke with a minor sigh escaping his mouth.

"Well.. its not really that great, but—it's at least a bit better than your last one." Kevin says, shrugging his shoulders.

I barely manage to force a reply, mumbling. "..mm.. well, thats good—at least."

"..what do you mean?"

"You seem like you know a lot more about scripts than I do, and.. and well—you seem like you take this a bit more seriously. So.."

"I—" Kevin opens his mouth, frowning with a furrow of his brows, before hesitating. "..well, you can't blame me. Scripts are pretty serious stuff. You can't just not take it seriously. Otherwise, whatever you're trying to write won't end up any good."

"I.. see."

"You've.. you've been kinda taking influence from Rick's stuff, right?"

"..what gives you that idea?"

"You've.. well, I've just.. noticed you've been spending a bit of time with him. I wouldn't be surprised if you did take influence from him or something." Kevin grumbles. "But—listen, I'm just as good as he is, alright? Ethan is too. Just because we don't write a bunch of serious stuff doesn't mean we aren't any good at this."

"I—I know that.." I reply, feeling my eyes lower to the ground nervously.

Kevin goes quiet for a moment. I can feel his eyes still staring at me, but I feel a chill slightly run up my back when I notice his eyes linger toward my wrist in the corner of my eye. His frown seems to deepen a little, yet it softens. He speaks up, lifting up his hand.

"..uhh.. hey. Why is your wrist all red?"

I feel myself freeze up. For a few moments, I struggle to respond. "Its.. I just—I ended up accidentally falling earlier. The concrete grazed my skin there, so.."

"Bu—But it wasn't red earlier. What do you mean you accidentally fell?"

"I—mm.."

I can see Kevin's eyes still staring at me from the corner of my eye, something within his soul seeming to soften. I didn't want him to know. I didn't even wanna talk about what happened. I wasn't even sure what happened earlier, or.. why Rick acted the way he did.

Kevin frowns a bit more softly, before finally letting out a sigh. "..whatever.. here." He hands me my script back, and then slips his own toward me. "You can read mine now if you want."

I hesitate. I look down at his script. I guess reading his script was better than being confronted about.. that.

With a sigh, I begin to read over it.

"THAT BOY IS WEIRD"

By Kevin.

[A LITTLE BOY IS SEEN STANDING AT A PLAYGROUND, HOLDING A SINGULAR TOY AIRPLANE IN HIS HANDS. HE APPEARS TO BE WATCHING SOMEONE. THE SOMEONE BEING ANOTHER LITTLE BOY WHO LOOKS TO JUST BE PLAYING IN THE SAND.]

[AS THE LITTLE BOY WATCHES, A LITTLE GIRL COMES UP BESIDE HIM.]

GIRL: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

BOY: "..UHH.. NOTHING."

[HE THEN HESITATES, BEFORE FROWNING.]

BOY: "THAT BOY IS WEIRD."

GIRL: "..WHAT? WHY?"

BOY: "BECAUSE HE ALWAYS PLAYS IN THAT SAND-BOX ANYTIME I COME HERE."

GIRL: "...SO?"

BOY: "WELL, JUST—BECAUSE, OKAY? NO ONE PLAYS IN A SAND-BOX THAT MUCH. PLUS, ITS KINDA GROSS TO PLAY IN SAND THAT MUCH ANYWAY.."

GIRL: "BUT YOU ALWAYS PLAY WITH THE WOODCHIPS."

BOY: "WELL, YE—YEAH! BUT THATS DIFFERENT! HES WEIRD. AND EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD THINK SO TOO. IF YOU DON'T, THEN YOU'RE JUST AS WEIRD."

GIRL: "NO, I'M NOT! MAYBE YOU'RE THE WEIRD ONE. HE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING TO YOU, BUT YOU'RE MAKING FUN OF HIM? IF ANYTHING, HE SEEMS A LOT MORE FUN THAN YOU."

After a bit of awkward staring, Kevin asks with a simple shrug. "..what.. uh.. so, what do you think?"

"Oh, its—it's good! It's better than yesterday's actually." I smile at him sheepishly.

"Well, that's good.." Kevin weakly says. "Anyway—I tried putting a more simple message here just to prove my point from yesterday. Even if it's not all sappy like I usually prefer, it's message is still meaningful. Everyone's got weird hobbies or things they have as a guilty pleasure. It doesn't say anything about the person just because they're into it and you aren't."

"Heh.. well, it definitely got that point across. I can see why you wrote something like this." A thought then pops up into my head, and I can't help but be curious. "..do.. do you know anyone like that?"

"I—that doesn't matter.." Kevin shakes his head. "The only thing that matters is that I wrote it for people to relate to. Everyone's got that stupid jerk in their life that won't leave them alone just because they're kinda odd or stand out from other people because of something."

After a few moments of silence, Kevin looks back down at me and sighs. "I'm.. happy you at least are nice about this kinda stuff though."

I resist the urge to ask what he means by that. Having weird interests seems to be something he's pretty insecure about, and I don't wanna remind him of it unintentionally by asking. So, I only give a lop-sided smile, and softly laugh. "Well.. thanks. I don't know a lot of talented or nice people like you, so.. I—I look foward to reading one of your scripts tomorrow."

Kevin pauses at my comment with his eyes widening a little. "I.." His face reddens as he inhales for a moment, trying to think of what to say—before just letting out a sigh.

"..well.. I look foward to it too."

We stand there for a few moments. I see Kevin's eyes linger toward my wrist yet again, and he softly frowns down at me. What was he thinking as he stared at me like that..? It was hard to tell, and in all honesty, I didn't really wanna talk to him about.. what happened. I didn't even wanna tell Ethan what happened either, though something told me I didn't have to.

I grumble, covering my wrist with my hand. Kevin blinks a few times, before letting out a sigh. "..do.. do you want me to get you something for that?"

"For what?"

"You know.. your wrist. Like—I could get you a bandage or something if you want."

"You—I.. you don't have to."

"Yeah, but I want to. I don't care if it's only a mark. I don't wanna just.. leave you like this."

"I.." I hesitate. "Well.. I guess you can if you want to."

"..alright. Good. Just.. follow me for a second. I'll wrap it up, and then you can get back to.. script-sharing I guess."