The writer, The Artist and the Cheetah(Marc Anciel x oc) rewrite

Chapter 1

Marc's pov

I sat under the stairs, writing in my notebook like I usually did while looking through pictures and articles on my phone. Everything was going as normal until I heard a thud close by. I looked up to see a girl with strawberry blond hair rubbing the side of her head like she'd fallen and hurt herself.

I tapped my fingers on the notebook I had before getting onto my knees and offering out a hand. She looked up at me, hair falling far in her face. "A-are you a-alright?" I ask, still holding my hand. She nodded quickly, the hair that was tied up in a pony tail brushing over her shoulder. She looked at my hand before gently placing hers in mine.

I helped her onto her knees, slightly scrapping her knees since her black socks had bunched further down her legs. She lifted her free hand that was balled into a fist with her thumb sticking up to her chest before moving it clockwise two times.

I tilted my head, unsure what she was doing. "I-is that sign language?" I asked. She nodded. I picked up my phone and quickly typed in the motions into the search engine. The result came up with 'sorry'. "I-it's alright. I don't normally have a-anyone join me" I mumbled, fidgeting with the wrist of my glove.

She settled down opposite me, sitting quietly. I looked down at my notebook before looking up at her when I felt like I was being stared at. She looked startled for a second before lifting up her hands. She held them out and linked her index fingers together in two c shapes then did the same action swapped around.

I typed into my phone once again, getting the result as 'friend'. "You want to be f-friends?" I ask, clutching onto my notebook. She nods. I lift my notebook up until only my eyes weren't covered. She looked down at her hands, fiddling with the sleeve of her zip hoodie.

I bit my lip behind the notebook, looking to the wall beside me. After a couple minutes, I turned my gaze back over to her. She had crossed her ankles, pulling her socks up and over her scrapped knees.

"S-sure" I mutter. She looks up, a smile forming on her lips. I lower my notebook, returning her smile with a shy one of my own. "My name is Marc" I introduce. She starts to dig through her bag before pulling out a notebook. She opens the book to the inside cover and shows it to me.

In the middle of the page is her name on a sticker. Fawn Blanc. My eyes move over to the first page which is filled with writing. "You're a writer?" I ask. She nervously nods. I fiddle with the corner of my notebook. I didn't normally find many writers. She closed the notebook, putting it back in her bag.

D-do you want to swap numbers?" I ask. She hesitates before pulling out a black phone. She types something on it before handing it to me. I took it, a new contact page opened. I typed in my name before pulling out my phone so I could type in my number. When I'd saved it to her phone, I handed it back to her.

She typed something before my phone vibrated along with a ding. I looked at my phone which had a message that read 'Fawn'. I saved the contact under her name then looked up with a small smile. She held her phone in front of her lips, a shy smile hidden behind it.