#caleb mentioned

Zayne quietly sat beside you in your room that went through a hurricane from your turmoil. Usually, your best friend would’ve clicked his tongue and scolded you like a mother as he picked up messy clothes from the floor, and piled dirty glasses, water bottles and snack wrappers from late night study sessions.

Now was not the time. You leaned against the wall, perched on your chunky dorm bed, tears blurring your vision while Zayne sat as well.

“She knew about my crush on Caleb since…I don’t know, since high school!” You flung your hands in exhaustion. “She even told me she’d ask for me..” Zayne wasn’t the best at comforting. And He knew, that MC wasn’t a good friend from the start, ever since you became overly close with her.

She seemed sweet, until things didn’t go her way. And Zayne would argue the bratty behaviour came from the over-coddling from none other than her best friend, Caleb, who everyone thought the two were all over each other. Now, after her drunken instagram post from a college party, was a Live Photo of Caleb, pinning his “just a best friend” up against the wall, fiercely kissing her as she fisted her hands in his shirt.

Caleb didn’t even do parties.

MC was much more social than you, which explained the party you weren’t invited to.

It was crazy to think that the afternoon before, MC was raiding her closet for an outfit as you laid on your tummy on her bed, scrolling. “Ugh, seriously [name]! One party isn’t gonna kill you!”

“Do we not remember Nicki who banged up Gideon and now she’s pregnant?” You murmur, remembering when MC had gossiped to you about it.

“Protection’s a thing y’know, wrap it before you tap it!”

She called back before walking towards you with two tank tops.

“Red or black? And anyways, unless you plan on talking to a certain someone…” (she winked) “then just stay with me the whole night! Y’know, make sure I’m alive and come back home.”

You sighed, burying your face into the plush mattress and letting out a loud groan. “Red makes you look hot, and also, you know I’m too shy to go up to him.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” She muttered, clearly exasperated at you and at the fact that you wouldn’t come. Or even talk to the guy who you’ve swooned over since freshman year.

But now, the girl who knew everything about you, had stabbed you in the back.

Zayne got up and left the room quietly before coming back with a plastic bag of snacks from the convenience store, setting them down, and making himself comfortable in his spot again, crossing his legs.

“I always found it quite alarming how close they were, for ‘just friends’.” He murmured. He rummaged through the bag, to find your favourite snack, with your favourite flavour, and handed it to you.

You took it with hands shaking and giving him a wobbly smile. “What would I do without you? Who’d remind me of all my stupid mistakes?” He half smiled.

“I wonder. Has she spoken to you yet?” You shook your head, sniffling as you bit down. “I thought she was my friend.” You repeated once again, but before you could continue, Zayne had firmly placed his hand on yours that rested on the bed.

His palms were warm, and his hands looked larger and more veiny in comparison to yours. Surgeon hands, or rather, med student hands. “Just think for a moment. She would always get upset with you whenever you didn’t do what she liked, gave back-handed compliments, and didn’t ever listen whenever you talked.” You fell silent, and he continued.

“Just how many times did she promise to talk to her friend for you, and actually went through with it?” “She would forget.. get busy..” you croaked out.

You both knew of the feeble excuse that was.

“She was one of your best friends, correct? Aren’t I one as well?” And his hand moved from yours, to touch your jawline, wiping away running tears as he leaned in. “I can count every single food you don’t like. Every single thing you’ve ever said to me, since children.” He whispered.

“Because I care.. I’ve always cared. Silently, and here for you.”

“Zayne..” you whispered shakily.

“I’ll never be Caleb.”

“I know that.”

And with that, he leaned in brushing your lips with a soft kiss, that turned rougher and rougher from the second. From the man, who had always yearned for you. And from you, who had nothing else to lose, but him and yourself lost in this love. It was always him. And it always would be.

"Best of Both Worlds... Land and Sea, Masculine and Feminine, God and Goddess. Can You Truly love something like me? Arent you scared...?" "How could I be scared... and How could I not all in love with you..." What is love to a God. What is Immortality to a human... Can two beings from two completely different worlds truly fall in love?

Notes: Expanding on White Sand Bay Lore, Hurt/comfort, MC is Oc, Art, Screenplay format because I said so, Cottagecore vibes, Life by the sea, Small town things, Aaaaaaa Romance, Angst, Slow burn, God of The Sea, Tides of Romirro, Romirro and Lemuria lore, Wooo Lemurian expansion, LORE LORE LORE, Im writing in my own lore because I said so, No smut because Im ace and dont want to write smut, again small town things, Small town by the sea, Bay area, Linkon City, MC is not a hunter, Cafe Au sort of???

Word Count: 21 Pages = 21 minuets

Screenplay format because I said so

EPISODES: Episode One:

Authors note :)

The instagram photo dump was taken down eventually, but it didn’t redo the irreparable harm MC knew she caused on you, but as well as one other, Zayne.

The stoic tall and emerald eyed gentlemen, with elegance as he acted, thought with logic and grace as he said his mind and despite how indifferent he was when it came to social status, that was all who she pined for. It was frustrating to her and hilariously pathetic that MC, the Regina George with three other guys ( a business major, some art student and some kid that just sleeps in class?) pining after her didn’t include the handsome med student.and it didn’t help how unnervingly humiliating he was whenever she ployed and set up little “traps” for him to find his way to her.

Now, after finally shattering her only chance to get close with her from you, she found herself trying to call you. You watched your phone face up, buzz and vibrate around your bedside table, messages and calls flourishing, from not only MC, but Caleb as well.

For Caleb, he never truly was in love with you. He saw you as a good influence for his bratty best friend, his true love and was oblivious. It was only until that night, where MC had finally kissed him.

It was everything he had imagined. Fierce, passionate. A kiss only for the two of them in their little world. For nobody else.

Not as a revenge ploy to be spread onto his friend’s large audience in social media.

As the phone buzzed rhythmically, you were ready to pick it up and hurl it out the window, before Zayne swiftly swiped the phone and silenced it before putting it down again. “And I’m assuming you’d wish to not speak to either of them in person either?” “You’d assume right.” You sigh, flopping face down onto Zayne’s bed before rolling just enough to reveal your huffed out face. Would he immediately fix the now scrunched up quilt the second you got up again? Yes, but for now he sat beside you.

“Does it still hurt?” Zayne murmurs softly.

“The betrayal, from your friend, when she..” Zayne didn’t dare to utter the rest.

For how long did he lie awake, imagining all his opportunities if could just ask you out since grade school. How long was he cheering for you on the sidelines when he wanted to be on a team where there was only you and him? For how long did he swallow his emotions for yours, because to him, you were more than him. Maybe it was just his luck, lady fortune smiling down on him when both people in your life he grew less fond of and deemed unworthy, yet the pain of losing two people was prominent indeed.

You looked at him. “Kissed him?” You finished, and notice his very faint nose scrunch.

You sit up, placing your hand on top of his cool one: “well, I never can lie to you, Zaynie. It did hurt. I was upset, not because I was and am still in love with Caleb, but how MC - now that I think about it, didn’t care about me.”

You turned up to look at him, giving him a smile before leading him to lie beside you onto the bed again and taking off his glasses.

“But, I had someone to truly mend my heart again, didn’t I, Dr. Cardiologist?”

You booped his nose as he pulled closer to return your antic with a nose to nose nuzzle. “Cardiologist in the making, but I would do anything for you.” He leaned in, whispering.

“I hope you know that.” You giggle, feeling his hand on your waist. “But, you will have to face them eventually, you may have hid from them for a few weeks, yet you can’t dodge them the whole time.” You sigh, cradling his face. “No, I can’t. But for now, I’ve planned a date for our one month anniversary at that new dessert place for tomorrow. “