Just me, you, and your guitar | Victuuri AU

Chapter 1

Man, is it cold..
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The sound of pencil scribbles fills the room. Victor had been doodling all day, as a way to pass time. This time he had drawn a photo of a small character playing a guitar. And another characters beside it, seems to be listening to the song the other is playing.

Victor sighs, closing the notebook. He opens the curtains to see that it was starting to rain, Victors eyes light up.

Victor hated the day in Kamiera, he also hated night if you didn't count 2-5am, but he was fond of the rain.
He didnt like the loud ambience of people and crowds, he loved the ambience of rain, to him it was like a lullaby. Although he grew up without a proper mother to sing lullabies to him, the rain did.

He smiled brightly as small drops of water collided with his window and slid down, often slowing down and speeding up again.

He sprinted into the other room and burst back into the current one, now holding a camera.

Pressing a few buttons, he raised it behind his eye and snapped a photo of his window, covered rivers of flowing raindrops. Truly a common shot among photography enthusiasts, but to him it was completely different from the rest. The lighting was different, the placement of the raindrops were different, the location was different, He didn't think it was common at all.

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As the rain started to get heavier, the atmosphere was getting colder and darker, just as he liked it. He turned on all of his light decor and made himself a cup of warm coffee, took out his phone and plugged his headphones on. The song "Hello" by Clairo fades in, blanket around his shoulders, coffee, rain. Yes Victor was that kind of boy.

He started to doodle more things. A character with a dress and a crown, a- a dragon? Im pretty sure its a dragon but it looks like a crocodile with lopsided bat wings, and a prince. Next he drew a mermaid. A cat? No a dog, wait yea thats a cat.. i think.. well moving on. A bird with.. 4 wings, getting creative, are we Victor? A dot.. with 3 lines on each sid- oh a spider...

As Victor doodled more, and songs started to get played and onto the next, his cup of coffee getting emptier, it striked like a bullet through the head. The time read "2:05pm"

He was hanging out with some friends from college today, and he completely forgot. It was supposed to start at 1:30pm but i guess its too late. What was his excuse gonna be? "I got sick" or "I overslept" He cant just show up with "oh I was drawing lopsided and deformed animals all day" he would look stupid to them. They didn't even act like friends, they were all just gossipers who bought people down and he somehow managed to fit in? Faking they're laughs and humor, it was disgusting. And besides, he didn't join that friend group, he was dragged into it because he was russian and thats cool omG hOt rUsSian BeSt FrieNd hHahahA. 'what a joke' he thought as he sipped the last drop of his coffee.

Victor unlocked his phone and opened his messages.

'heyyy sorry i cant make it today, something came up'

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The time read "2:45am", the rain had stopped.

Victor was out on his balcony looking at the town lights, like he did every Friday or Saturday. You see his weekdays were busy, he had college majoring in photography. He often went to hangout with his friends, he even skates in his free time, but he tells no one about that.

Yeah he was busy, but nothing stops him from having a cup of warm milk on the balcony late at night, Looking at the city lights.

Kamiera wasn't like any other town, it was full of warm lights. Giving it the nickname "town of faries"

If only Victor could atleast change the way the actual "faries" acted, everything would have been perfect. Even if it were just one person, hopefully their kindness is contagious.

Living in here was truly beautiful and good for any young artist looking for inspiration, but people who were raised here who are in their right minds would know it is absolute hell.
So much that living with a friend as roommates is considered weird unless they were relatives.

Victor didn't have any relatives, exept for his father who passed away and aunt all the way in Slovakia. They dont speak much but he fondly remembers the days he was raised by her in this very City, but then she got married and had to leave by the time he turned 18. He wished she could have stayed, she was like a mother to him.

And because of him having no relatives and not wanting to seem strange, he lived completely and utterly alone.

His home was always quiet, he wished he could've had someone be there even if it was just to hang out or having a slumber party. He hated how cold his bed was. A nicely decorated home full of fairy lights and magic was nothing compared to the company of a real friend.

But hey doesn't mean hes completely lonely, he had a real friend or two alright. I mean the 99 percent of it being online but that 1 percent are true friends he could actually talk to in person.

But boy was he surrounded by fakes

Victor saw from a distance. It seems as if there was a party going on in that house, lights shown from the windows of different colors.

Kamiera's lights that were displayed on the streets were usually warm colors, so it was unusual to see colored lights without an occasion so he had assumed there was a party. And on the front yard, sitting on the path at the side, a boy.

He was wearing a blue hoodie, though it was unclear because of the light from the window that tinted him. He was playing a guitar, colors unclear. Victor thought that it was good to know someone hated parties like he did aswell.

Now that Victor thought of it, he kind of looks like that character he had drawn. The way he sat down closely resembled the doodle.

'I wonder what hes playing'