#mini-oneshot

— Whatever do you mean, my friend?

"..."

— Mr. Soleum! Don't go quiet on me now. The anticipation is killing me!

"Like.. like someone who doesn't see me as a friend anymore, and simply as entertainment.."

— ....

— Ah! But, friend, was it not you that promised to entertain?

"..."

'I suppose I did.. i just didn't think..'

I didn't think it would get to this point.

— Now, now! Don't be discouraged! Of course, this good friend still values you, Mr. Soleum!

"..."

— A good friend should help in any way he can! And I'm your good friend, aren't I?

"..."

— Aren't I?

A chill ran down my spine, my mouth feeling dry.

Instinctively, I knew it would be better to not speak, lest my voice betray me.

'A good friend.. yes.'

“Hey, Jared? You should come here for a sec!” Mai’s voice echoed faintly in the open air. The soft, downy, springy grass beneath her skirt and legs felt cool and comforting, and the light breeze that tousled her hair was heavenly.

Jared, who was setting up their picnic beside the flower patch a few feet behind her, stood up and looked over. Mai was illuminated by the slowly, slowly setting sunlight, the wind making strands of her rosy hair dance and curl.

“Jared,” She smiled, glancing back at him, tilting her head, her eyes glowing softly with all the different colors of the world around her, “isn’t this a gorgeous view?”

He stepped closer to her, kneeling down in the grass and slipping her hand in his. She turned back to the sunset, but his eyes focused on the beauty of her smile. 

whooo buddy this took me a while and im sorry about that, but hey, here it is? oh and i decided, screw you, it’s gonna end well <3 give Mimi some love for once

The one, two, four, seven lights on in the gym shone spotlight-like on the gymnasium floor, casting barely enough light to see the person in front of you. The handfuls of rave-strobing lights strung up provided a little more light, but mostly just cast blotches of color around the large room.

He took a heavy swig of the punch in his cup, making a face at the taste. Spiked. Any teacher who actually noticed it probably wouldn’t care, though.

It was one of the few nights of the year where teachers let students run wild and get in all sorts of trouble, because chances are, they stayed far away at home that night, or chaperoned and got in all sorts of trouble themselves. For example, Shizuka was making out with what seemed to be a labcoat-less Creeps in the corner.

He sighed, tossing his head back and finishing the last quarter of drink in his cup, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth after, and throwing the cup away. He didn’t mind the alcoholic taste, but didn’t favor getting drunk and making a fool of himself.

The heavily-pounding music emanating from giant speakers around the room blocked out many of his thoughts, but not all. And they certainly didn’t block out what he saw.

The flashing lights casting a colorful haze over bobbing pink hair, making the sparkles in her dress flash and twinkle as she moved. His eyes trailed along her arms, moving to who they were holding onto, the boy smiling down at her sweetly.

Jirard twirled her around, and he watched her nearly trip over her own heels, only to be caught in Jirard’s arms, blushing and smiling. It made him want to keep drinking until there was no more to drink, but he’d moved away from the punch bowl. That was probably a smart move.

With a heavy sigh, and heavier heart, he sat down at a lone table, zoning out to the beat of the annoying pop music. He couldn’t just leave all of his friends, they’d worry, even if they didn’t seem to be paying him any attention at that moment.

A figure sat down beside him, and from the corner of his eye he saw a white and black dress, and a red-nailed hand holding a cup. He turned his head, only to meet deep pink eyes. Mimi Santos sat beside him, looking awfully alone, the sparkling clip in her hair occasionally flashing with the lights. She gave him a small shrug, and turned to watch the dance floor as well.

“You seem alone.” She eventually spoke up over the music, but still softly. It was a surprise. “Not with any of your friends?”

“They all have each other. Where’s your date?” He cast her a suspicious glance, and saw her hurt expression, eyes focused on a pair dancing. Two redheads.

“Both of the people I wanted to take, went with each other.” She shrugged, resting her chin in her palm, elbow on her knee. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say to that. He’d had no idea that she felt that way about girls. Or those girls in specific, actually. Really, he didn’t know much about her at all, and he doubted others did either. No one gave her any chances.

Maybe that’s why she was always so bitter?

Silence between them stretched on, and as the song playing came to an end, and a slow song started up, he made up his mind. He stood, stretching his shoulders, before turning to her and offering his hand.

She looked up at him, and raised a brow. “What’s this about?”

“We’re both alone and you haven’t said anything shitty yet.”

She raised both brows, giving a small smile, her hand gently slipping into his as she stood, her cup forgotten on the table.

Together, they danced, their bodies moving in a surprisingly smooth synch, and he began to not regret coming, even with half of the school’s (and many of his friends’) stares on them.

“Why did you really ask me to dance?” She mumbled in his ear at one point.

He thought about it. About all the shit he’d put others through and how unforgiving he’d always been. And about how he wanted to change that.

UM I KNOW YOU SAID “good ol” BUT I WENT WITH SOME GRUNGE!IAN INSTEAD IM SORRYwarning: lots of cursing and mild descriptions of heatedness ahead

“Since when are you a.. a punk? Or whatever.” Caddy’s voice was muffled from behind the wall of blankets strung up in the entryway, before he pushed through them, very carefully, as Ian had instructed.

“Uh, since a while now… I guess?” Ian shrugged, tossing his bag down on the faded green couch in the middle of the room, kicking his shoes off and heading over to one corner of the large basement to where a dresser sat. He yanked one of the drawers (held together by duct tape) open and pulled out a black shirt, setting it down and proceeding to pull off his current worn shirt, exposing the pale skin underneath.

Caddy’s face flushed slightly, and he purposefully turned away. “Jeez man, stripping already?”

Ian cast a glance back at him, a brow raised. “Keep your pants on, idiot. I’m just getting out of this preppy shit.”

Caddy huffed, but turned back towards him, crossing his arms. Ian had put the shirt on, one with what looked like an edgy design and some splatters of colorful paint all over it. Ian was holding up what looked like a pair of pants in one hand, his gaze sliding to Caddy for a moment, before he shook his head and sat them back in one of the drawers, mumbling something that sounded like, “…wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Caddy scoffed, huffing again, but choosing not to say anything because, well, Ian was probably right. And he didn’t want to have to admit that. So he moved to plop down on the couch, moving Ian’s bag out of the way first. “So what exactly are we doing?”

“We’re playing video games, like you said.”

yes g o o d (im not even sorry that this is so long tbh)

“Luke, c’mon! Let’s go see the animals!” Hana chirped brightly, the light glinting off of her hair and turning it into the same colors of the sunrise. She held Luke’s wrist in her small hand, gently tugging him along.

Luke laughed, and tried not to trip over his own feet. “Hana, it’s like, six in the morning. We don’t even have to get up this early for school. Why couldn’t we have come later?” He gave her a lopsided, sleepy smile, using his free hand to rub his face.

“Because it’s better in the morning! And the food is fresher! And.. uh.. It’s not as hot out?” She stopped pulling him as much and settled for walking beside him, letting go of his wrist.

Luke laughed again, taking Hana’s hand in his and swinging their arms gently, taking deep breaths of the open, fresh air and letting it wake him up and helping him focus a bit more. The two of them were headed to a little market of some sort just outside of Amaririsu, that was supposed to be really popular, and was known for the many stalls that sold and showed off animals of sorts.

Hana blushed, but kept her face straight ahead, probably hoping he wouldn’t notice. But, unlucky (or maybe incredibly lucky) for her, as that gave Luke the opportunity to lean down and give her a peck on the cheek.

“A-ah! Luke!” She squeaked, jumping, and face flushing a similar color to her hair. Her hand nearly pulled away from his, but his grip tightened, and pulled her back towards him.

He nearly doubled over in laughter first, though. “What? We’re not at school, we’re not really in public, it’s fine! Or do you not want me to kiss you?” He raised a brow, grinning like an idiot.

Hana gave a little pout. “N-no.. just, what if someone I know sees us? Like, when we get to the market? We are almost there.”

He shrugged, beginning to swing their arms again. “If someone sees us, then, whatever. They get to see how adorable you are. And how much I love you. It’ll be all good.” 

Te amo...Es solo la verdad...

-ríe- Je...hace un tiempo, me di cuenta de algo que nunca jamas habia pensado o...sentido...lo que pasará primero... Me senti tan feliz, que, decir "soy la persona mas feliz..."era poco... Me di cuenta, que tú, eras y eres lo unico que necesitaba y necesito para estar bien, eres el "eso" que me da fuerza para cuando siento que el estrés me gana, la luz que me guía en esos dias oscuros, el corazon que late, y me deja vivir...creo que eres eso y quizá mucho mas... Cuando todos esos "amigos" se fueron y dejaron solo a los verdaderos, me di cuenta que estaba equivocado/a, llegue a pensar que, nadie me...apreciaba. Quise pensar que, el amor que yo sentia por mi mismo/a era suficiente...Ja!, pero, cual amor,ni si quiera puedo ser capaz de decir que me amo a mi mismo/a...-"Let me love you, until you learn to love yourself..."lindas palabras las tuyas...- Pero ahora, da igual!, tengo algo que, logra hacerme feliz y no necesitar nada mas...TÚ... Suena cursi, pero es la verdad; lo unico que puedo decir es que sé, que no eres perfecto, que tienes muchos defectos y que haces cosas que me molestan... Se que tu y yo somos tan diferentes...si yo digo blanco tu dices negro, si yo digo chocolate tu dices vainilla, si yo digo estudiar tu dices..."agh..."(1) si yo digo una gran cena tu dices..."chilidogs!"(2)...y la lista puede seguir y seguir pero eso es lo menos importante... Pero se que al mismo tiempo somos tan iguales...si yo digo "te necesito" te quedas, sabiendo que yo haria lo mismo si tu me dijeras eso, si yo digo "quedate..." tu solo sonries y me abrazas sabiendo que es lo que necesito demostrandome con hechos lo que yo digo con palabras, si tu dices salgamos voy detras de ti como aquel perrito que alguna vez cuide y que me seguia a todos lados(3) y si tu dices...-rie levemente- a veces creo que igual y no digas nada, nuestras miradas hablan el mismo idioma, nos entendemos perfectamente...esta lista es igual de larga pero no vengo a hablar de que tanto nos parcemos y de que tanto somos diferentes..."Los opuestos se atraen" dicen por ahí, asi que supongo que no es un pecado ni mucho menos... Ahora se, que aun cuando te moleste esa forma de ser mia, mis fetichés, mis gustos, mis formas distintas de relacionarme, mis defectos, mis errores, mis necedades, mis malos planes, mi mal genio(4), todo, todo aquello que, incluso a veces no soportas pero te lo guardas para ti... Aprecio mucho que seas la unica persona que sea capaz de soportar todo eso sin quejarte...al menos no tanto... Creo que, eso es "amor"; hace mucho que tengo estos sentimientos hacia ti pero no me atreví(5) lo pense mucho y en un arranque de impulso lo hice(6)... Y ahora me doy cuenta, que es lo mejor que eh podido hacer, y que ese pudo ser el mejor ataque de impulsos que eh tenido... Agradezco, que aun conociendo todo lo malo en mi te quedas a mi lado, me quieres y no me dejas nunca solo/a ni en peligro(7) Eso es amor, no un juego,broma o mentira, sino un sentiemento que guarda tras dd si algo tan hermoso y complicado a la vez, algi que con solo una sonrisa es capaz de nacer... Como quiera que sea...de la forma que se vea...o se cuente o diga... Te amo y...es solo la verdad...