Square was busy typing a story. It was a story about himself. It was all about his fantasies on a girl name "Lemon". His classmate had asked- rather, demanded- that he wrote a story of himself and Lemon. A romance story, nonetheless. Square had said that he had already written five romances and said that he could just change the names of the main characters.
However, his classmate didn't agree.
Telling him that he was a piece of shit and was going to have a beating of a lifetime if he didn't obey, his classmate logged off his "Facebook" account. Square remembered himself sighing before opening Google Docs and began writing a nonsensical love fiction of him and Lemon. Plus, he is to show his work to Lemon once he had finished the said assignment. Classmate insisted that it will help his relationship with Lemon.
"Also,"
He reminisced his classmate going online again and chatting him back, "be sure to add a steamy sex scene at the end, concluding the end of the story and prompting for a sequel."
"Fuck you,"
He chatted back.
No he did not.
He was a pussy.
"You're just gonna jack off to it,"
He chatted back, for real this time.
"Yeah so?"
This classmate shamelessly admitted that he was going to do the disgusting act of masturbating over a written story. When will he run out of shame? Or perhaps he has none left.
"That makes you a sick, disgraceful, disgusting, filthy pig who kidnaps kids in the dark and rapes them through their buttholes using your mouth."
No, he didn't actually reply that. What he did was log off his account and resumed to writing at Google Docs.
***
Square sat still, his head on his hands, staring at the laptop screen. He was like this for the longest time, the damned writer's block weighing on his head. He was silent. Just like his surroundings. The only sound in the room was the fan, spinning just tirelessly and the slight moans of his sleeping brother upstairs.
Everyone was asleep. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Finally, piercing through the silent veil of mediocre darkness, a sound of rusty metal creaking.
Someone is opening the gate.
It pierced the silence, rising Square from his blank thoughts. He looked up from the screen and through the window. He could see a figure in the dim light. Red hair, curvy features, breasts just about the right size and those cute, yellow eyes.
'Lemon...'
As if the world was operating on cartoon logic, or a clichéd romance novel, the girl of his fantasies suddenly made an appearance!
The world turned slow motion as Square watched Lemon waved at him, wearing a beaming smile before bouncing towards the door. Even as Lemon got inside the living room and sat down beside Square, his mouth hung open.
"Well don't look so surprised,"
Lemon smiled sweetly.
"This is your story after all,"
Square's face flushed with embarrassment as he looked once again towards what he was writing. He heard Lemon giggle beside him.
"Aww,"
Lemon pinched Square's cheeks, making him wince in pain. Square both liked and disliked getting pinched in the cheeks.
"You're so cute when you're flustered."
