𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗠𝗘? | vi x fem oc

VI. mylo...a therapist?

(Please comment and vote xx) also i was thinking of doing up to ten chapters (which means there's 5 - including this one - left) before starting the beginning of season 1. Do people want more than that? if so let me know x

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Maeve was slumped onto a couch with her only company being Mylo. Vi and Powder were out, more than likely just spending the free time together whilst Claggor had gone to Benzo's for a bit to help out with Ekko. It left just them, then.

And so there they were, in silence and in each other's company. But there was something eating away at Maeve. A thought, an idea or merely a memory. Whatever it was, it was obvious by her blushed cheeks and frantic eyes that searched for anything in the ceiling above her. Anything that might prove to answer her questions. 

"Ya look weird." Mylo commented, his own eyes glancing at Maeve every now and then in an attempt to figure out what was wrong with the silver haired girl. It wasn't often he saw her like this, and it almost unsettled him. 

"You're weird." She snapped back but then she sighed and shook her head a little side-to-side. She couldn't believe how short-tempered she was when it came to things she didn't understand. "I'm sorry, Mylo." 

"What's wrong, Mae?" Mylo sat up straight, his elbows nonchalantly resting against his knees as he intently looked towards Maeve. As much as he would deny it when questioned, he cared for Maeve. They all did, and she cared for them. They only had each other. 

"I don't know how to explain." The girl began, her eyes still searching for explanations. She wanted to know, she needed to know. What did Vi mean by confirmation? Why did she hold her the way she did? Why did Vi make her heart beat faster than anything else could? 

"Well you're just not tryin' hard enough." Mylo retorted with a roll of his eyes, shaking his head and looking at her. "And the Maeve i know certainly doesn't do not trying." Mylo then stood and walked until he was just behind the couch she was on, before he rested his arms against the  back of the couch and looked down. She had no choice but to look at him.

"You think you're such a ladies man." Maeve rolled her eyes, her hand pressing against Mylo's forehead as she pushed him back and away from her before she sat up. She could do nothing but sigh as she was now sat upright, slightly slouched but she shrugged the slight discomfort away before twiddling with her fingers.

"I know i am." Mylo ran a hand through his hair, a smug look upon his face before he frowned and glared at the girl. "Hey, don't be rude!" He got a chuckle out of her, which he faintly smiled at before he turned serious and looked at her. "Now, what's on your mind?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Maeve stood, desperately wanting to leave and not tell Mylo anything. He could be a loud-mouth sometimes, spilling things he shouldn't, but he was there. He could have answers. So she turned to face him, her brows furrowing and lips pulled into a thin line. "I'm confused, is all."

"About?" Mylo threw himself over the back of the couch, lying there lazily before grabbing a ball from the table and throwing it at his makeshift target. The ball made one hell of a loud thud when it hit but the girl shook her head in amusement and walked towards Vi's chair. She touched the arm of it for a moment, a small smile lingering on her face as she thought towards the pink haired girl before she swiftly turned and plopped herself down in the chair.

She glanced at Mylo through her brows before leaning her head back and taking in a deep breath.

"Come on, you can't lead me on here!" He exclaimed, his arms waving in exaggeration before falling down and slapping his knees. All he received was a small smile.