Australia One Shots

Chickened Out

*•.Inspired by my own lack of confidence.•*

"I'm gonna do it.  Wait, no I can't, my lack of confidence won't let me.  Totally won't work out, guarantee.  But, I spent all night on this letter," your mind was on the fritz as you held in your hand a letter.  This was not any ordinary letter, it was a love letter.  The most deadly type of letter ever made.  It could either make or break someone, and your mind was extremely confident that it will break you.  You looked at the white envelope in your hands, a little heart sticker on the seal to ensure that it was closed.   Your heart was racing faster than a hummingbird's as you stood in front of your own open locker.  "Totally, don't do it.  Let's just chicken out and leave things as they are," your mind tried to reason again, "but what if he does like me back?" 

You wanted to just crumple up the letter but your actions were paused when you heard a familiar voice, "G'day, ___!"  With a quick stiffening of your body, you look next to you to see Jett leaning against the locker beside yours, his hands in his pant pockets. His muscular arms and broad shoulders only emphasized by how perfectly fitted his shirt was to his body. Your face heating up, you stammer, "h-hi, Jett!" Jett grins at you and was about to say something when he looks down at the envelope in your hand. "What ya got there?" he asks, curiosity in his voice as he motions toward the envelope, the heart sticker visible. You then remember the love letter and felt your heart stop for a second. "Oh crap, he sees the letter!" you panic in your head, "I can't say it's for him! What do I do?"

Without thinking the lie through, you say, "u-um, it's a love letter I found.... i-in my locker... this morning." Jett's brows rose in shock as he saw your cheeks redden from embarrassment. "From who?" he asked, seeming quite curious in the letter all of a sudden. You think quickly and say the first name that popped into your head, "Arthur." Jett's brows arched in a skeptical expression, "Kirkland? Are ya going to answer it?" You look away and nod as you lie once more, "y-yea. He said to meet him after school at the... um, in the theater." Jett ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at you with his green eyes. "Well," he began with a laugh, "good luck, sheila!"

Jett was about to walk away, when he stopped and joked, "if he tries anything funny, you got my number." You laugh as he waves back at you and walks down the hall, leaving you alone to your letter. Letting out a held in breath, you think, "that was close."  You return to thinking about what to do with the envelope then think, "maybe I'll just keep it.  He didn't seem like he was really jealous or anything about Arthur's love letter."  Lowering your head with a sigh, you mumble, "guess that's the end of that."

[Mega Time Skip->End of School Day]

Since classes were done, you had the whole rest of the day to think about your lack of confidence.  As you sat in the theater, a place you normally went to relax somewhat, you watched as the theater students were setting up the stage for practice.  They were planning on working towards a reenactment of the popular musical Alexander Hamilton.  You enjoyed hearing some of them struggle with some of the rapping.  Since you were quite familiar with the musical as well, you would assist in helping the actors get the verses on point whenever they needed it.

While you stared back down at the letter once more, feeling quite content yet bothered by the fact you haven't given it, a voice caught your attention.  "Good afternoon, _____," said Arthur, dressed in King George III's costume.  You had to laugh at how the white stockings looked on his slim body, but you said happily, "hey, Arthur!"  He smiled back at you, bushy brows not in their usual furrowed position.  "What brings you to the theater?" he asked, then an idea hit him, "is something bothering you?"   Your face heated with embarrassment as you let out a shaky laugh, "ha, you know me too well."  You and Arthur had been friends since you started helping the cast with their lines.  Personally, you helped him keep up with theater and school work, since you shared the same classes.