'Him?'- MacauChay FF

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ---------------

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Hey let me introduce myself quickly, I'm a senior in HS who's close to turning 18 💕 and i love writing especially when it comes to KP cast :)

This story is in no way, shape, or form meant to change the original story plot of 'KinnPorsche the Seires', this is simply something I've come up with from the bottom of my heart. In these last few weeks I've been !!OBSESSED!! with MacauChay so here's a little snippet of what you'll be getting from me!! ->

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖: ---------------

As the days passed I couldn't help but think I was going insane. Like yesterday night when I lifted my guitar - the one Porsche had given to me on my 14th birthday - I thought nothing would come out; ever since Kim had left there was nothing, no inspiration or motive to keep composing. There was only this gap left in between me and my brain, no words would form and my hands were never able to play a chord. However, I found myself, for the first time playing. There I was, sitting on the edge of the sofa, watching as the sun set through the large glass door that was used as the entrance of the house. My hands began to play chords while my mouth moved rhythmically to the slow, but soft melody that my guitar let out.

"What was this feeling?" my heart began to contract quickly. I could feel the pulsating sensation reach my finger tips. The blood rushed toward my cheeks, marking them with what I believe would look like a red tomato color. "It was 'his' fault! Why did he have to act the way he did around me? Always sending mixed signals for me to interpret."

I couldn't help but aimlessly pluck my guitar strings to the way he made me feel. It was like he was plucking the strings to my heart, playing a song meant for only us.