#sevikafanfic

“What is her problem?”

You tapped three fingers on your wrist, eyebrows scrunched stubbornly as you semi-glared up at your ceiling. You huffed loudly, the sound echoing as the image of her came after a beat, lingering behind half closed eyelids. You tried talking to her, in spite of yourself—in spite of how fast your heart hammered in your chest whenever you managed to muster rambled words. The words never stuck, her expression always flat whenever you tried to make any inch of conversation. She hated you—this you knew, you were sure of it. Why else would be her reasoning to deny you the time of day?

You’d sit at lunch, surrounded by your friends, picking helplessly at your food while sneaking glances at her. She’d sit in her same spot, across from Edward Cullen—the man who had your friend, Bella Swan practically wrapped around his finger. You’d pushed her to talk to him, and so far it seemed to be going well.. Unfortunately for you that wasn’t the case, despite Bella’s advice on telling you to get out of your comfort zone. You tried, you really did, but she just didn’t budge. Which frustrated you behind your own comprehension. You couldn’t understand why you were so adamant on wanting her to like you, but there was something so..captivating about her. The only successful conversation you both had involved a project, but not much after that.

She plagued your mind from the first night that you met her, convincing yourself that you were going crazy after witnessing her in your bedroom. You’d see her at the foot of your bed when waking up from a puzzled dream, unable to sleep at all. You were losing it, this you were also sure of. You blinked, groaning as you rolled over to glance at the clock on your nightstand. 2:35. You could only imagine how much concealer you’d need in the morning to cover your ghastly eyebags. You sat up, head in your hands, dragging them down over your lips to let out a long sigh. Tomorrow, you thought after a while of staring at the empty corner in your room—tomorrow you’d try again. You thought for a moment, recalling after a second and slammed your head back into your pillows.

“Yeah, fucking right.”

You scoffed, turning over to stare at the moonlit washed walls. After another ten minutes or so, your eyes grew heavy as you decided it was finally time to sleep. You were two seconds from falling asleep when you felt it—the slightest breeze that brushed over your skin. Nothing big that demanded your attention..except the fact that you knew for a fact your window had been closed. You ignored it, too exhausted to even think about that, deciding you’d lost enough sleep. Then your ears picked up the slightest creak, your eyes shooting open as your body followed—sitting upright. The sight before you was..jarring, you could swear you had forgotten how to breathe—your heart clawing its way up your throat while every bone in your body screamed at you to run.

There she stood, an unsettling still of her silhouette standing in front of your window. Two yellow orbs embedded themselves into the abyss of your corner, the very sight making your breath hitch. Your eyes raked down her figure, settling on her calloused hands that rested at the sides of her waist. She took a step forward and you clutched the duvet harder, lips beginning to part.

“Don’t scream.”

Her voice was low, spilled honey that coiled its way into your ears.

“O—okay.” You responded, voice barely reaching a whisper.

The two of you sat in silence for what seemingly stretched on forever, a low rumbling of thunder threatening to break the quiet. A flicker of lighting painted over the contours of her face, grey irises that bore holes into the base of your skull—the room bleeding back into darkness.

“Your heart’s beating fast.” She noted.

“I’m sorry—“

A thunderous clash slammed, a loud gasp escaping you as your attention tore from her to peer at your window. When you went to look at her again she was closer this time, standing at the foot of your bed with an almost ogling linger. You blinked, hands running down your thigh to pinch the skin. Pain bloomed almost immediately, a reminder that this is real and you weren’t dreaming.

“Have you..” You started, your words nearly dying on dried lips. “Have you been here before?”

She stayed quiet, her footsteps inaudible as she slowly rounded the bed, stopping at your dresser. She raised a hand towards your small case of books, running a hand across the textured covers.

“I like watching you sleep.” She admitted. “It’s kind of fascinating."

Your eyes drank in her stature, a fitted black short sleeve squeezed around her forearm, paired with baggy black pants.

“I thought—I thought you—“

She cut you off with one swift motion, turning around to face you. “I wanted to see you.”

She sat on the edge of your bed, eyes still burning holes into your own. Slowly you unclenched the blanket, blinking as the cold breeze hushed over your collarbones. She smelled woodsy, a slight mix of rain and something else you couldn’t place. Another breeze and you shivered, Sevika’s eyebrow scrunching. You watched as she slowly leaned closer, hearing the soft inhale.

“You smell good.”

“Thank you.” You replied, breath hitching as she got even closer.

You peered down at her mouth, plump wine dark lips that had parted when she got even closer. You blinked, still half convinced you were dreaming, but not necessarily ready to wake from whatever this was. You mirrored her movements, watching as she stared at your lips.

“Don’t.”

Your body went still, taking one sharp breath, allowing her to press her lips onto yours. Your stomach felt fuzzy, as did your other senses—a fiery sensation that left your body feeling weak. You melted into the slow kiss. It wasn’t passionate, it was cautious and shy, almost fleeting. Your lips lingered for half a second before she pulled back, a motion that made you chase her lips. This time when your lips met, it held more weight than last—your hands reaching up to your shoulders to steady yourself, a soft smile planting your lips at the feel of her large hands cradling the back of your thighs. You hummed into her lips, fingers tangling in the nape of her neck. Breaths mingled together as her teeth grazed your lower lips, her grip tightening on your legs.

Your body leaned back into the pillows, the both of you separating for a beat before your lips crashed against one another again. The second your thighs wrapped around her waist it was as if a switch had flipped.

“Stop!”

Her body had somehow flung itself from you, her expression now squelched in pain. Her hand covered her mouth, looking away from you as if your presence had overwhelmed her somehow. You sat up with your arms resting in between your legs, the heat still fresh as you began to pant.

“I’m sorry.” You stammered nervously.

Sevika’s hand dragged from her mouth, tucking her bottom lip between teeth before she spoke.

“I’m stronger than I thought…”

You stayed quiet, moving a piece of hair from your face as you looked up at her. The veins in her arm throbbed, something you noticed as she tore her eyes from you, slowly making her way towards your window.

“Wait..don’t go please.” You said, ignoring another clash of thunder.

Sevika begrudgingly turned around, eyebrows still scrunched together while she swallowed harshly. She made her way back over to you, slowly leaning down into the mattress.

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

Oh my god you guys this was so fun to write I absolutely adore Twilight so much and this has inspired me to rewatch the entire series. Uhm I lowkey hate this lmao I always feel like my writing isn’t detailed enough but it is like 2 am so excuse any grammatical errors. Also ok lowkey I wanted to make this into an entire fanfiction but my original idea was gonna make Sevika apart of The Black Pack and have her be involved with Lea for angst or something but idk!! Also! still working on my new vampire au fanfic for Sevika super excited for that, also lowkey LMAO I wanted to make sevika really creepy in this scene like..wouldn’t yall be creeped out LMFAO. So glad I’m out of writers block omg !!

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

୨୧⋅┈ Tw: Blood, Lazy Writing, kinda long, not proofread ୨୧⋅┈

“Victoria. She’ll come for me one day. Alice will see what she decides and we’ll be ready.”

Your gaze settled on Sevika’s lips as she spoke, her eyes peering from the painting of the volturi to return to yours.

“I could protect you.” You started, and at this Sevika smiled, beckoning closer. “If you change me.”

“Y/N..you already do protect me.” She assured you.

Her hand slipped around your waist to pull you closer, the chill from her forehead draping over yours. Your hand rested on her chest, fiddling with the collar of her white button up as she continued.

“You’re my only reason to stay alive—if that’s what I am.” Her breath fanned your nose. “But it’s my job to protect you.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. You weren’t surprised her answer to change you was no, she made it clear it wasn’t up for negation anytime soon.

“From everyone..except my sister.”

From behind you the door slid open, a chirpy excited voice filling your ears as you glanced back.

“It’s tiiiimeee! It’s time, it’s time, it’s time!” Alice exclaimed.

You smiled as she clasped your hands, a cooling chill that coiled your wrists as she pulled you towards the doorway. A melody played the second you reached the top of the staircase, lips parting at the sight in front of you. There stood Esme, Carlisle, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett in the midst of a beautiful assortment of candles and rose bouquets. A three layer blue and white striped cake sat on a table near Esme and Carlisle, various small gifts nestling nearby. Alice beamed at you as she led you down the stairs, beige candles aligning the shelves on your way down. Carlisle approached you with a gentle smile, the brown in his irises bleeding into a bright hazel.

“Sorry about all of this.” He grabbed your hands. “We tried to rein Alice in.” He solemned with a light chuckle.

“As if that were even possible.” Esme smiled, stepping closer to wrap her arms around you.

“Happy birthday Bella.” She cooed, nearly squeezing the life out of you.

“Thank you..” You said, hearing the click of a camera behind you,

Turning around, you saw Alice holding the camera that Charlie had gifted you. You squinted at her and she started to speak to ease your confusion.

“I found it in your bag—you mind?” She asked.

You shook your head no, giving her a small smile. “It’s fine.”

“Dating an older woman..hot.”

You ignored Emmett’s comment when you felt a whoosh of air, Alice returning from the table to stand in front of you. She held out a small purple box that was wrapped in a thin white bow, Alice informing you that the gift was from Rosalie.

“This one’s from Rosalie.” She cheesed, handing the gift to Rosalie.

Rosalie stared at you, handing the box over. “It’s a necklace. Alice picked it out.”

You smiled softly, catching a glimpse of the large pendant that hung from her neck.

“Thanks.” You said.

She nodded, not making eye contact with you before turning towards Emmett. Alice pulled Sevika towards you, raising the camera up towards you both.

“Show me the love!”

You smiled at the camera shyly, feeling Sevika’s lips brush against the top of your hair. Sevika’s hands found your waist to pull you closer, your fingers intertwining with hers. Beside you Alice walked towards the table, coming back with a bigger box.

“This one’s from Emmett.” She cheesed.

You thanked her, grabbing the box—which was surprisingly lighter than you had expected. You shook the box to prove to yourself you weren’t crazy, but there was nothing in it. You turned behind you to look at Emmett who stood beside Rosalie.

“Already installed it in your truck. Finally a decent sound system for that piece of crap—“

You cut Emmett off, raising a playful brow. “Hey don’t—don’t hate on the truck.” You giggled.

Alice laughed behind you making you turn around, and this time she handed you a small envelope.

“Open Esme and Carlisle’s!”

You smiled at the gift, Carlisle’s voice making you turn around.

“Just a little something to brighten your day.” He said.

“Yes, you’ve been looking kind of pale lately.”

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, glancing down at your skin. Rich mahogany, same as it has always been. You smiled at her joke, playing with the shiny fabric of the envelope. You tried to pry it open, feeling Sevika’s eyes on you as you did so. After a few attempts your finger slipped and you sucked in a tight breath.

“Ow..” you grimaced, seeing the scarlet drip down your nail bed.

“Paper cut..” You brushed it off to look up at Sevika, before turning back to watch a drop of dark wine liquid spill onto the beige carpet.

You glanced up momentarily, feeling something switch, and before you could think, a large hand found your stomach, pushing you back. Sevika’s stature furthered from your view as your body was violently flung into the table of bouquets, a sharp sting now in your arm as glass shattered around you. Your hand rested on your forehead, grimacing as your fingers snaked through the carpet to hold yourself up. Animalistic growls were heard, vicious snarls and grunts were heard while you glanced at the large cut in your arm.

“Jas, Jas! It’s okay, it’s just a little….blood.” Alice said.

You looked up at the group of vampires, seeing Carlisle and Emmett hold onto Jasper. His face was horrific, eyes now bleeding into an abystic black as he snarled. You rolled the torn fabric of your jacket over the open wound, the white fabric now drenched in a crimson.

“Get Jasper out of here.” Carlisle said to Emmett and Alice.

In a blink he was next to you, large hands gripping onto your arm to assess the damage. You gasped at the feel of contact, his fingers pressing against your skin to ease the bleeding. Your eyes went to Sevika who stood there motionless, Alice excusing herself shortly after Jasper was taken away.

“I’m— I’m sorry I can’t.”

The short haired brunette skipped out of the room, your gaze never leaving Sevika’s who looked right past you, focusing on the blood that dripped down your arm.

“I’ll have to stitch this up in my office.” Carlisle said.

You glanced down at your arm, then back at Sevika who remained unmoving.

“Check on Jasper. I’m sure he’s very upset with himself and I doubt he’ll listen to anyone but you right now.”

Carlisle looked up at Sevika, her expression blank as he called her name softly. Finally she looked at you, before blinking, rolling her eyes as she turned away.

୨୧⋅┈In Carlisle’s Office ୨୧⋅┈

Classical music played softly on the record player, the silence stretching between you and Carlisle as he placed the last stitch. You ignored the sharp needle embedding itself in your skin, shaking your head lazily.

“I never wanted to have a party.”

“It’s not your fault.” He responded. “Jasper hasn’t been away from human blood as long as the rest of us.”

“How do you do it?” You asked him, holding your arm steady.

He looked at you, golden irises boring themselves into you. “Years and years of practice.” He smiled.

“Did you ever think of just doing it the easy way?” You asked, staring at the lamplight that glistened on the button of his shirt.

“No. I knew who I wanted to be. I wanted to help people.” He looked away momentarily to grab a pair of scissors, severing the small line of thread.

“It brings me happiness.” He continued. “Even if I am damned regardless.”

At this you squinted, raising a brow at him. “Damned?” You pushed. “Like hell?”

He gave you a brief glance, going back to his work.

“Carlisle you can’t be damned. You couldn’t it’s impossible.” You assured him.

“Thank you, Y/N. You’ve always been very..gracious about us.” He said.

Quickly the pieces snapped into place at Carlisle’s statement of damnation. He thinks he’s damned to hell, a monstrosity without a soul. Silence was fleeting as you spoke up.

“So that’s it? That’s why she won’t change me?” You asked him.

“Imagine the situation in reverse, hm?” He said, gently brushing your chin. He stepped away, to light a stick on fire, his words finding their way to you.

“If you believed as Sevika does, could you take away her soul?”

He dropped the stick into the bowl of bloodied gauze, before blowing it out. You turned your head to the burning fabric, staring at the dancing flames. Sevika entered the room, telling you she’d take you home. The drive to your house was silent, awkward, filled with an unknown absence. She pulled up to the curb in front of your house, the car screeching to a halt. You glanced over at her as she turned the key, deciding to push your luck.

“You can’t protect me, from everything Sevika.” You said, glancing at the array of trees through the window shield then back at her.

“At some point something’s gonna separate us. An accident, or old age. As long as I’m human..” You trailed off, fiddling with your nail beds.

“The only solution is to change me.” You looked over at her.

You watched as her fingers tapped against the dashboard, a muscle in her jaw clicking. “That’s not a solution, Y/N. That’s a tragedy.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, biting down on the skin. “You’re not gonna want me when I look like a grandma.”

The door clicked open as Sevika stepped out and you felt your heart hammer in your chest. You turned to open the passenger door before she beat you to it. You stepped out slowly, her gaze burning into yours.

“Y/N. Do you not understand my feelings for you at all?” She asked.

You stared up at her as you sat back down on the seat. “Carlisle told me. How you feel about your soul..I don’t believe that.”

Sevika stared at you while she listened.

“So stop worrying about mine.” You urged her.

“You should go inside.” She spoke evenly.

You stepped from the car towards her, closing the door behind you. She backed away as you neared her and only when you stopped walking so did she. You blinked, looking up at your girlfriend who held a pained expression.

“It’s still my birthday.” You said after a beat. “So can I ask one thing?”

She stared at you, not saying anything.

“Kiss me. Please.” You begged softly.

Slowly her hands found the sides of your cheek, her head lowering before her lips met yours. You gasped into her mouth, fingers resting on her jaw as your mouth moved with hers. You tried to bring her closer, to ease the ache of your stomach, not being able to shake this weird feeling. She gasped as your hand found her waist to pull her in, her hands clasping over your arms to softly push you away. She rested her forehead against yours, not meeting your gaze as her breath labored.

“I love you.” You told her.

She didn’t raise her eyes to meet yours as she repeated the words back to you, turning away.

“Hey—“ you said, grabbing her arm.

She sighed, turning back to you.

“Will you come tonight? I’ll unlock my window.” You asked.

She didn’t give you an answer, forcing a small smile before she gently pulled her hand back. She turned away to walk, and you watched her body disappear past the trees. She didn’t visit you that night and the next morning she hadn’t showed up to drive you to school, or bothered showing up at all—none of them did. Your day was boring and bleak, a pit forming in your belly that hadn’t gone away since you closed your eyes last night. On your drive home, you swallowed the lump in your throat, taking the key out of the ignition. When you stepped out of the vehicle, your eyes caught Sevika. There she stood, gaze towards the freshly mowed grass, still wearing the white button up from last night. You smiled as you exited the car, but she didn’t look up at you, her body made no movement to acknowledge your presence you knew she knew was there.

You approached her cautiously, slowly and only then did she look up at you.

“Hey, Vika.” You smiled.

“Just..come take a walk with me.” She said softly.

She led you into the woods without another word, finally stopping at the base of an old tree trunk. You waited for her to speak and when she did, the knot in your stomach tightened.

“We have to leave forks.” She stated.

“Why?” You said, stepping closer.

“Carlisle’s supposed to look ten years older than he looks. People are starting to notice.”

You blinked, watching her expression. Still pained, now distant. You licked your lips, biting them.

“Okay I—I just gotta think of something to say to Charlie.” You said.

Sevika’s jaw clenched at this, her eyes boring into yours, her silence speaking for itself.

“When you say ‘we’…” you trailed off, afraid to finish that sentence.

“I mean my family and myself.” She said.

You looked at her, blinking. You shook your head, stepping closer to look up at her. “Vika, what happened with Jasper..it was nothing—“

She cut you off, stepping back. “You’re right it was nothing. Nothing but what I always expected, and nothing compared to what could have happened.”

She didn’t look at you when she spoke, staring down at the broken pile of sticks beside you.

“You just don’t belong in my world, Y/N.”

“What?” You breathed, stepping closer to her. You reached out a hand, placing it on the side of her face. “I belong with you.”

She grabbed your wrist, gently pulling your hand away. Her coldness felt more prominent—more permanent this time. “No you don’t.”

You scoffed, looking at her. “I’m coming with you.”

“Y/N I don’t want you..to come.”

You stared back at her, the knot forming into a pit that clawed its way towards your throat. “You don’t want me?”

“No.”

“Vika—“ You stammered.

“If it’s not too much to ask, can you just promise me one thing?”

You scoffed, looking anywhere but her face, afraid she’d disappear the second you took your eyes off her.

“Don’t do anything reckless for Charlie’s sake.”

Before you could respond, she continued. “I’ll promise something to you in return. This is the last time you’ll ever see me. I won’t come back, and you can go on with your life without any interference from me.”

Your head started to spin, your heart raced, fingers pinching at your thighs to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“It’ll be like I never existed I promise.” She concluded.

“If this is about my soul, take it I don’t want it without you, Sevika!” You shouted.

“It’s not about your soul.” She murmured. “You’re just not good for me.”

“I’m not good enough for you.” You said, ignoring the stinging at the edges of your eye.

“I’m just sorry I let this go on for so long.”

“Sevika—please…don’t.” You begged her.

“Goodbye.” She told you.

She stepped closer, the familiar chill fanning over your skin as she brought you closer. Her lips grazed against your forehead, her shallow breath a melody you’d hope never ended. You convinced yourself this was a prank, a stupid, cruel prank but a joke nonetheless. Her hand rested on the side of your cheek and before your hands could reach up to hers, she was gone.

“Vika—“ You said.

You stood in the desolate green, eyes searching the corners and crevices for her.

“Vika!” You called again, your legs starting to move forward.

You called her name countless times, pushing past the fallen leaves and climbing over bark, ignoring the scratches that now painted your wrists. Your calls became cries, desperate now as you refused to let the truth settle. She’d never leave you, she couldn’t leave you.

“Sevika!”

You walked until your legs felt numb, her name falling dry on dull lips. The sun was a fleeting thing, your vision blurred with a tearful void. You tripped after a few more steps, your body collapsing due to exhaustion. You lay there in the silent still, Sevika’s name still spilling from your mouth.

ྀི︶˚̣Tw: SA/Men/lazy writing ྀི︶˚̣

You grazed the backs of the hard cover books, scanning the words until you stopped. Your fingers dipped in between two books, pulling the blue one off of the shelf. The cover was plain and simple, hoarding only a small circle of a man draped in a feather hat. The lampshade bled the floorboards into a drowsy amber, your grip tightening on the book as you turned around. The bell chimed in a steady beat whilst you approached the counter, giving the brunette haired man a small smile.

“Will this be all?”

You nodded, reaching into your purse after he told you the price before handing him the change. Grabbing the book, you turned around towards the exit, glancing back as you heard a quiet, ‘Have a good night.’ You replied with a simple, ‘Thanks, you too’ before pressing down on the handle to open the door. The weather had grown chilly—not that you minded since you adapted quickly to forks and its predictability. The door closed behind you with a quiet thud as you stepped onto the porch, glancing down at the book before slipping it into your purse. After walking down the stairs you ventured for a few more minutes before you found yourself walking down the fogged ramp. The damp earthy scent comforted your senses as you made your way into the narrow alleyway, the only sound being the crisp crunch of your boots meeting concrete.

You continued to walk, almost nearing the end of the alleyway before your eyes stopped on the two guys. Your eyes met momentarily, your strides already stopping at the sight. They stopped at the corner, one stopping in his tracks completely as he patted his friend on the chest. You backed up a bit seeing them point at you, your stomach dropping when they started to walk towards you. Quickly you turned around, making your way back up the ramp, slipping behind a corner. Now back in the parking lot of the bookstore, you could hear their shuffling of their shoes, your mind racing and already looking for help. Three other guys sat on nearby staircases, and you wondered for a split second if they could be of help. That was until they started walking towards you as well, and before you knew it..before you could think—you were surrounded.

Your heart hammered in your chest, trampling over their comments.

“Saw you at the bookstore—“

“Hey, there’s my girl—“

“Where you running to?”

“How you guys doing?”

Your throat clammed up the moment they huddled around you, one of them holding a can of beers before tossing it to their friend. Your shoulder rolled back at the feel of a large hand on it, their smell making your stomach turn. They reeked of beer, sweat and cigarette smoke, their breath fanning over your face.

“Don’t touch me.” You said.

“You’re pretty—“

“Hang out with us—“

One of them stood in front of you, your eyes racing to find an exit but they blocked every possible one. He reached out again, his hand clasping around your long necklace.

“I said don’t fucking touch me.” You blurted, raising your knee to drive it into his crotch.

He groaned and you grimaced, your body practically bleeding into fight or flight. All of a sudden tires screeched, the sound filling the space as a silver car rammed into view. You turned your head towards the sound, gasping as it came to an abrupt halt in front of you. The person emerged from the vehicle, the last person you could even imagine would step out—Sevika, your classmate. She closed the driver’s door with a loud bang, pieces of her hair framing her face as her ponytail swayed.

“Get in the car.” She said, not even looking at you.

You let out a breath, jogging towards the passenger door without hesitation before you settled into the seat. You watched from the window as Sevika stood in front of the car, the group of men backing up after a few seconds. Your eyes followed her movements, her pony swaying as she made her way back to the car. She opened the door before stepping in, not looking back while she backed the car up, then driving it towards the group. They shouted, backing away, one tripping on his back before Sevika turned the car around. You couldn’t help but stare at her, a thousand questions running through your head while your mouth clammed on words that threatened to splurge out. Her foot pressed on the pedal, your hand bracing on the dashboard when she drove into oncoming traffic.

You gasped the moment you heard the car behind you honk, your gaze going from her to the road then back at her.

“I should go back there and rip their fucking heads off.” Sevika blurted.

“What—no, no you shouldn’t.” You said, squinted as the car sped up.

“You don’t know the vile, repulsive things they were thinking.”

Your lips parted, watching her. “You do?” You posed.

A muscle in her jaw feathered before she spoke. “It’s not hard to guess.”

A beat of silence, your thoughts multiplying.

“Can you just—talk about something else so I don’t turn around.” Sevika basically begged.

You stammered. “You should—just put your seatbelt on.”

She laughed, a dry and brittle sound, creases in her cheeks forming at your statement. “Put your seatbelt on.”

Tensions were thick—silence stretching taut over heavy static that surrounded you both. After a few moments she slowed, and to ease your racing heart you started telling her about your plans with Angela—you were supposed to be at the restaurant an hour ago. Sevika agreed to drive you there, her mood growing more steady by the second as you attempted small talk.

“Okay..I think I’m warm enough now.” You told her.

You reached for the button to turn off the heater, not realizing that she also reached for it. You gasped at the feel of her skin, ice cold—colder than cubes of ice. You peered over at her with a half gaped mouth, taking note of how she looked away from you to focus on the road. Thirty minutes passed and you found yourself staring at her again from your seat, the car coming to a stop.

La Bella Italia

The words pricked your interest for a second as you both emerged from the car. String lights illuminated the staircase and front door of the small restaurant, your eyebrows furrowing at the sight of Angela coming down the steps.

“Hey, where were you? I left you messages—“ She said to you, gently grabbing your arm.

“I’m so sorry I—“ You started before she cut you off.

“I mean I waited but I was hungry so—“ Angela said before stopping.

You went to speak before you felt Sevika brush against your shoulder, Angela’s eyes darting from you to her while the edges of her mouth lifted.

“Uhm—Sorry for keeping Y/N from dinner. We sort of ran into each other and got to talking.” Sevika spoke.

You glanced up at her before looking back at Angela who’s grin grew wider while looking at the both of you.

“No—no yeah! I totally understand, I mean..that happens right?” Angela beamed.

You gave her a small smile, blinking as she informed the both of you that she was leaving. She walked towards you, and you looked at her.

“Y/N did you wanna…” Angela trailed off, watching you.

Before you could answer, Sevika spoke.

“I think I should make sure Y/N gets something to eat..” Sevika looked at you. “If you’d like.”

You nodded at her with a feathering brow.

“I’ll drive you home myself.” She finished.

“That’s .. so thoughtful.” Angela said, nudging your shoulder.

“Yeah—I..I should eat something.” You said.

A beat passed as you stared at Sevika, Angela turning on her heels towards her car.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You gave another small smile, making your way towards Sevika who waited for you on the steps. You ignored the giggling that came from behind you as you walked up the staircase, Sevika holding the door open for you. She insisted to pay for you—no questions asked and the both of you settled into a small table adorned with condiments and a golden lampshade. You ordered something small—A potato soup, your appetite not quite back after what took place earlier.

“Thanks.” You said to the waitress.

“Yeah, no problem.” She responded.

You could smell her perfume, something lazy and cheap, her jewelry clanking as she started to speak to Sevika.

“So..are you sure there isn’t anything I can get for you?” She cooed.

“No. No thank you.” Sevika replied, smiling softly at you.

“Let me know.” The waitress urged.

You watched the woman as she walked away, catching how her eyes drank in Sevika’s stature. You hummed, letting out a breathy scoff before turning away to look at Sevika—Whose eyes never seemed to leave yours. You licked your lips, staring down at your plate to catch the small puddle of grease, or butter dripping from the bread onto the soup. Picking up the spoon you glanced up at Sevika who was gazing at your hands.

“You’re really not gonna eat?” You asked her.

She let out a sigh, smiling. “No..I’m on a special diet.”

You picked at the soup with the spoon, digging out a chunk of potato before putting it in your mouth. You swallowed the savory taste before taking a deep breath. Now was the perfect time to talk, to finally gain any insight as to what just happened.

“You gotta give me some answers.” You said to her, shrugging.

She hummed, glancing away and then looking back at you, her expression scrunching in fake contemplation.

“Yes..no…to get to the other side.”

Your tongue jammed against your cheek, scoffing as you looked down at your food. Did she take this as some sort of joke?

“1.77245–“

“I don’t wanna know what the square root of pi is.” You expressed, tightening your grip on the spoon.

“You knew that?” She asked.

You ignored her, your eyes peering from her iris to the other. “How did you know where I was, Sevika?”

She replied instantly, shaking her head. “I didn’t.”

This girl. She acts repulsed by you, then shows up out of nowhere? She saved you from dying twice now, and there didn’t seem to be any room for an explanation. You shook your head, turning around to grab your purse that hung from the chair before standing. Quickly, she gently grabbed your wrist, staring up at you.

“What—dont—don’t leave.” She spoke, letting go of your wrist.

You lowered yourself back into the chair, placing your purse back on the handle.

“Did you..follow me?” You inquired.

She spoke, cutting herself off before continuing, foggy grey orbs staring at you.

“I feel..very protective of you.”

You broke contact momentarily, staring down at the bowl of soup before looking back up at her.

“So you followed me.” You stated, squinting.

“I was trying to keep a distance unless you needed my help and then—I heard what those low lifes were thinking—“

You scrunched a brow, stopping her. “Wait—you said you heard what they were thinking?”

She let out a breath, looking at the small container of salt.

“So what you—you read minds?” You asked.

“I can read every mind in this room..apart from yours.”

You followed her eyes as she glanced around the room, confirming her statement with a singular word for each individual.

“Sex…money….sex….cat.”

You hummed before she stopped as she turned to you, swallowing. “Then you..nothing. It’s very frustrating.”

“Is there something wrong with me?” You asked without thought.

She smiled a toothy grin, eyes squinting as she fiddled with the silverware in front of her.

“I tell you I can read minds, and you think there’s something wrong with you?”

You quirked a brow, biting your lip to stare down at the soup. Sevika exhaled, blinking and this caught your attention.

“What is it?” You beckoned, afraid you’d somehow offended her.

“I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.” She graveled.

You caught the way her pupil dilated, her expression more serious than it ever had been.

“Then don’t.” You told her, practically begging.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before she sighed, speaking up. “Eat.”

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God I might turn this into a book you guys I love writing in this universe. I’ve put some thought into it and I really wanna do it and make Jacob Abby Anderson… Uhm pls excuse any typos or if it’s boring sigh

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Quick question writers! Any tips on how to write dialogue between multiple people? ୨♡୧

I’m working on this new story idea for Sevika that involves a planned trip to a cabin on a creek. ୨♡୧ Multiple characters will be included in this story and will definitely have some overlapping dialogue. ୨♡୧ I think that if I write it wrong it’ll end up boring/sloppy/underwhelming so I need a little help. ୨♡୧