Scriptures- A LingOrm Fan fiction

Scriptures- Orm's POV

5 DAYS PRIOR

"I expect everyone of you to submit your poems by Monday", Ms. Dew said before signalling the end of the class.

I looked over at Lingling, still crouched over at her desk. I wonder what she's writing. I hurriedly packed my bags and walked over to her. My nosy ass is trying to see her notebook over her shoulder. Hmm. Wait. A poem? I should have worn my glasses. I can't see what she's writing. She still haven't noticed the end of class and that I'm behind her? My best friend usually is the nerdest of all the nerds, what's concerning is that she was not paying attention to class. I tapped her shoulders and she flinched, looked over at me with a grimace.
Hmm. Suspicious. Looks like someone is hiding something.

"What are you writing, Lingling Kwong? Is that the poem?" I asked still trying to look over her shoulder.
"Oh no. I was just writing the lecture?", she's still grimacing while trying to cover up the page.

I looked over at the board (there's nothing written on it) and over to Lingling. I wonder what she's hiding.

I just shook my head and called her out. "You're a terrible liar, you know that right?"

"Hehe. Umm... I was just writing ... something.", Ling said nervously, stuttering over her words. Obvious sign that she's lying.

"Can I see? Can I see? Please?" Using my puppy eyes and pouting a little, knowing I usually get my way with her when I do that.

Lingling just averted her gaze. "No. No. I'll show it to you some other time, Orm.", her voice shaking. I know I caught her red handed.

And what the hell, my foolproof puppy eyes didn't work on Lingling?? That's even more suspicious, but before I can try to convince her some more, Lingling was already shoving the notebook into her backpack and pulling me out of the classroom.

"Let's get some milk tea. I'll treat you."

She's distracting me with milk tea? Hmm. She knows me too well.

Lingling power walked to the exit of the school dragging me along.

Lingling Kwong, I know you're up to something buuuut, I'll let it go for now. Milktea is top priority at the moment besides, I know she'll show me whatever she's writing when she's ready.
Lingling has always been a good writer, always showing me her poems when she's done and asking me for criticisms. Usually there's none and maybe I'm a little biased but her poems are literally work of art.

I looked over at her, she's smiling at the cashier with her crescent eyes. She walked back to me handing me a matcha one, hers the usual lemon black tea.

"Thank you Lingling Kwong~~. You're the beeeest!!"
She just shook her head and smiled. She's like a puppy. I just wanna squish her. So I did. I put my arms around her and squished her like I'm a koala.

"You're welcome N'Orm.", she said as I detached from my koala hug.

"You're literally 16 days older than me. We're the same age you know Lingling Kwong." She always calls me her nong. It's not like I don't like it, it's just it makes me feel like a little kid. I pouted, pretending to sulk.

"Call me P'Lingling. Respect your elder, little kid." She was laughing as she was patting my head.
I pouted even more.

"Hmmp. Okay bye grandma" I walked off pretending to be upset. I know she'll follow me anyway.

She was laughing when she caught up to me. She held my hand as we walked home. I can't be upset with her anyway she's too cutie pookie wookie.

"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You can just call me Lingling Kwong since you know, that's my name.", she said still laughing.

"You're ridiculous, Lingling Kwong.", just giggling along with her. Her introverted ass can be funny sometimes.

I looked over at her and squeezed her hand when we reached the intersection where we'll part ways and I called out to her.

"Lingling Kwoooong."

"Hmm?"

I just shook my head. "Nothing. Just calling you. Thank you for the milk tea. I appreciate you."

She just smiled and waved goodbye.

When I got home, I changed into comfortable clothes and decided to just lounge around my bed, scrolling through my playlist.

I played She by Dodie Clark.

(Am I allowed to look at her like that
Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at
And she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture
And she means everything to me
(Oh)
I'd never tell
No I'd never say a word
And oh it aches
But it feels oddly good to hurt
She smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture
And she means everything to me
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
and I'll be okay
Admiring from afar
Cause even when she's next to me
We could not be more far apart
Cause she tastes like birthday cake, and storytime, and fall
But to her I taste of nothing at all
And she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a polaroid picture
And she means everything to me
Yes she means everything to me
She means everything to me.)

I hummed along, focusing on the soft beat and trying to ignore the lyrics. We've been through this before, Orm. No dwelling. No feelings. No pining. No over thinking. Keep yourself in check. Nothing good comes out of excess feelings anyway.