Josh's POV
Vikk always carries around this little notebook. No matter where he goes; the park, his room, movies etc, he has it tucked away in his back pocket.
It was small and you occasionally would see him write in it. Personally i think it's some sort of diary but I'm not sure.
I sit upon the couch watching Simon and JJ play against each other in FIFA. I knew Vikk was here too, he was sitting over by the island with his notebook out.
"Fuck sakes JJ!" Simon yelled as his player got side tackled. "ref! What the hell! He just slide tackled!" Simon yells in anger.
JJ starts laughing his head off, causing Simon to hit him multiple times. "What'cha writing Vikk?" I ask, calmly walking over to him.
He quickly shuts his book and looks up at me. "Just drawing." He smiles nervously. "May i see?" I ask, sitting beside him.
"Erm uh no. I-i don't want people seeing." He said. "Oh com'on Vikk" I say, reaching for it. He pulls the book closer to him almost immediately.
"I said no" He mumbles. "Alright. Sorry." I say, pulling my hand back. "I'm sure they are great" I mumble, walking away.
I hear a small sigh, maybe of relief or sadness, coming from the small Brit. I leave JJ and Simon to do their thing, walking back to my room.
I was so eager to find out what was that small book, i had no clue why. Maybe it was because i was confused as to why he'd say no to showing me his drawings.
Or possibly because i was so interested by everything about that boy. From the way he walks to the way he talks, he's so intriguing.
I flop down into my chair, knowing i should be editing. I pull up my already started half edited video. I pull on my headphones and blast music as i get to editing.
-Time Skip-
I was almost finished editing the 3rd video i had to do. I looked at the clock, shocked that it was already 2:30 AM. I yawn and get up, walking down stairs to the kitchen.
I see Vikk wide awake on the couch with the same book perched on his lap with a pencil in his hand. "Hey Vikk" I whisper, making sure i don't wake up the others.
He jumps out of his seat, looking at me. "Oh. You freaking scared me, Josh." He says, holding his heart. "Sorry bro." I chuckle.
I grab a Dr.Pepper from the fridge, walking out the where Vikk sat. "Shouldn't you be like sleeping?" Vikk questioned, closing the book.
"Yeah probably. But i started editing and found out it was 2:30 AM." I shrug, still being quiet. "Why are you up?" I ask, getting slightly more comfy.
"Couldn't sleep." He mutters. "Why not?" I ask. "I donno. Ask this stupid brain of mine which is always on over drive." He rolls his eyes.
"Have you even tried." I asked. He doesn't respond for a minute or so but shook his head. "I'm not tired." He says.
"Alright. Are you sure it's just that your brain won't shut off?" I ask, wanting to get more outta him. "Yeah i-i guess... Why?" He asks, stuttering.
"If i asked you something, would you answer it truthfully?" I ask. "Depends on what it is." He says.
"What's actually in that book? I know it's not stupid little drawings because you wouldn't of been so protective." I say, raising my eyebrow.
He frowns and looks down. "I don't want to say." He mumbles quietly. "Is it what's keeping you up?" I ask. He nods slightly, avoiding eye contact.
"Vikk, i care about you. I don't want you losing sleep over something. What is it?" I ask, placing a hand on his knee. He looks up at my hand then to my face. "Please don't get mad." He says.
"I won't. Promise. If you killed someone, I would help hide the body!" I smile, laughing slightly. He smiles. "Here" He hands me the book so i take it.
I open it to the first page which is just tiny scribbles and how to contact him if someone finds it. I flip to the next page and I'm shocked.
He wasn't lying, they were drawings. But it was of Him and I together, doing random things. Hugging, Holding hands, smiling, looking at the stars even kissing.
He is amazing at drawing, and i find it cute how he drew us. "Is that it?" I ask, giving him the book back. He nods, tensing up.
"I think they're amazing." I smile. A big smile comes to his face as he blushes. "You are great at drawing." I say. "Thanks." He says.
"I think my favorite is the one where you drew yourself being super protective over me; My Joshy!" I joke, although it was my favorite by far. "Well you are my Joshy." He mumbles cutely.
"That i am." I say, looking down at the boy. He looks up, confused as to what i just said. "You're cute."I smile, getting up and walking to my room.
