babysitter, ruel van dijk

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→ruel's pov←

i know sky has responded, but i can't bring myself to open the notification. i've been staring at the red "1" hanging above the messages app. groaning, i look back at the movie i'm watching. only now have i realized that i'm sitting in her spot instead of mine, and hugging the same pillow she hugged when there was conflict in the rom com.

i sigh at the movie i picked, one of her favorites, to all the boys i've loved before. i remember when the sequel was announced, and she squealed for an hour. once it finally came out, we watched both movies a couple more times, out of her excitement.

lara jean is opening some of the notes peter slipped in places for her, a sweet smile taking over her face as she reads the words from the boy she's starting to love. looking over the coffee table in the center of the room, i see a pad of light blue post-it notes sitting on atop.

reaching forward gently, and picking up the pad of paper, riffling through the 100 notes. my eyes rolling to the top of my head as i'm thinking.

peter wrote notes to show his love,

why can't i do the same?

i could talk about sky all day and all night, and goddamnit i really like her. maybe it's love, but i have a feeling it might be too soon, especially now after what i said. we haven't even said i love you in a friendly way, damn did i fuck up.

i adore her more than anything, so i have to figure out how to at least get her forgiveness. my leg anxiously bopping up and down, before i stand up to get a pen. skipping steps as i hop up the stairs, sitting at my desk with the sticky notes and pen in hand.

twirling the pen in hand until i finally think of how to put my thoughts into physical words on paper. once my pen touches the paper it doesn't really stop, unless it's to start another word or start on another note.

writing for what feels like minutes, but realistically is hours, until i've finished almost half of the pad. reading back over the notes that i tried to write as poetry, i realize that i could make a song. a love song, for skylar, not that she could hear it, but a love song dedicated to her.

i jot down a couple of my favorite notes i've written for her in a notebook, then focusing on how i should go about sending her the notes. as first, i thought that the best idea was to mail some notes to her, but that could take a long time and my name would be on it.

i want it to be anonymous, but clear that i wrote them. maybe i'll start with one note, just one, and i'll figure it out from there. starting tomorrow.

but until then, i should get to writing her love songs.

→sky's pov←

sat on my bed, softly raking my hand through finley's soft fur as happily by one direction plays, filling the room with the happiness i can't provide myself. relaxing in my bed, queuing a couple more songs, specifically by one direction.

i nod my head to the beat, lightly humming along to the words, which turns into more of a full out singing. not like anyone's home to hear.

we've passed a couple songs, now belting out a.m. and dancing around with finley.  "...we're just swimmin' 'round in our glasses, and talkin' out of our asses.." i sing out.

my jam session is rudely interrupted when i hear a light knock on the door, odd because the mail already came for the day. light on my toes, i prance over to the door, surprisingly in a fantastic mood.

i fling open the door, only to see nothing in front of me. is this a prank? looking down at the door mat, seeing a single post-it note, one sentence of writing scribbled over it. i gently pick it up, closing the door and locking it before i decide to read it.

this is all... very sketchy.

once the door is locked, and i'm back in my bedroom, finley laying across my lap, i finally take a look at the note. reading over it, i am pleasantly surprised.

i adore you like mountain snow

so fresh, so fallen

but the path waits for breaking

i read it over and over again, wondering if this was a mistake. why would anyone write something this beautiful and drop it at my door step. i'm not friends with too many people, so who could've done it.

scar? no she would have to mail something from san francisco.

sasha? no i speak to her almost every day, she would just tell me.

after thinking for a couple minutes, my slow brain starts to put some pieces together.

"ruel?"

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a/n ik IM A TERRIBLE AUTHOR BECAUSE I DIDN'T POST FOR LIKE A WHOLE DAY, BUT I STARTED PLAYING THIS GAME CALLED SHELLSHOCKERS AND UR AN EGG. also sorry my motivation went down because my parents are making me do so much shit.

SORRY