#young adult short stories

[jessica-leatherman]

Journal entries from the Fore Square book series

What did Bert Cola of Wichita, Kansas do to Rose Manleather?

How did he and his family use their infinite money and power to conceal his crime?

FORE SQUARE book series is available on Amazon.

Our main character is dyslexic and her stories and journal are unedited and heavily doused in metaphor, code, advanced humor, innuendos and symbolism. The books are in different times and settings for the reader to piece back the lofes puzzle together and for the reader to come to their own conclusion.

Are you smart enough to figure out what shes telling you and solve the mystery? Or are you capable of having your own Double Cola Talk epiphany and get the answers?

The 5th book of the FORE SQUARE series is to be published January 29th, 2024-Kansas Day on Amazon

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[th3wayilov3dyou]

"I feel so high school everytime i look at you" ⋆.˚ - ttpd

it was the first day of school, and the air was thick with promises and dreams. As I walked through the crowded hallway, a thrill coursed through my spine. The sound of laughter and chatter filled the atmosphere, but my heart beat solely for one thing: him.

He stood there by the window, with tousled hair and a smile that lit up the room. His eyes, deep as oceans, seemed to search for something… or someone. And when our gazes met, the world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us. "I feel so high school," I thought, overwhelmed by a tide of emotions.

Every time I looked at him, I felt transported back in time, like a girl with a racing heart, full of dreams and fantasies. I remembered the notes of the songs I played, the words that mirrored my feelings: “I feel so high school every time I look at you.” It was a sweet, bittersweet sensation, like the taste of a summer candy melting on my tongue.

We spent our days between classes and conversations, but every moment with him was an adventure. Laughing together during recess, stealing glances in class, dreaming of a future that felt so far away. The school, with its gray walls and creaking desks, transformed into a stage where we performed our little romantic comedy each day.

And when we found ourselves alone, time seemed to stand still. Every word he spoke was a melody, every smile a promise. My cheeks would flush, and I knew I was experiencing a love that was young and real, unburdened by the complexities of adulthood. As our dreams intertwined, I felt anything was possible.

But adolescence is also filled with uncertainties and fears. There was the fear of saying the wrong thing, of ruining that magic. Every time our eyes met, a part of me wondered if he felt the same. Yet, when his eyes sparkled, I knew he could sense that magic too.

Weeks passed, and with them, my feelings grew like a tree sinking its roots into the fertile soil of love. Each day, I felt a little braver, a little more alive. And so, one sunlit afternoon, I decided to tell him everything. I took a deep breath and, with my heart in my hands, confessed, “Every time I look at you, I feel so… high as the sky.”

His response was a shy smile, and in that moment, I knew that it would forever be etched in my memory. Because love, even when young and imperfect, possesses a beauty that lasts eternally. And at that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I felt truly on top of the world, as if nothing could ever hold me back.

In a simple school hallway, I discovered the joy of feeling alive. I realized that the most beautiful moments in life are those when the heart beats wildly, and every glance becomes poetry. And even as time moves on and paths diverge, that feeling will always remain in a corner of my heart, a treasured memory of a love that was—and will always be—so beautifully high school.

[ghostinxgiaw]

N CHERRY AVE.

"I've mistaken our memories as dreams or mere imagination

It's easy to do so when he doesn't know what he's done. I walk where we once stepped, passing the roads we once sped down, free. Does he roam these very streets as I do, with our whisper of history following around? Does he remember the way I do? Does it hurt you the way I hurt? Left in his old town,  his traces lingering everywhere.

shadows of who we once were, hand in hand escaping our worlds. talking of endless things

And how the rain enjoys its stay here, as i stand beneath.

  "It's    as    if    I've   always    known   you"

Searching for me through the teardrops, you wrapped me in you instantly

To be young and dance in our adoration

To have you next to me became my greatest addiction.

the years grow upon one another, as our branches separate ways

His Cherry eyes have begun to fade as his smile no longer burns in my mind

everyone stranger has begun to be glimpses of him

Time has never been kind to us, stealing all my last pieces of you

Running to every avenue in hopes of seeing you

Fearful that he's already forgotten about me

"Next   time,   you'll   be   the   one   to   take   me   around"

His last promise to me

the sun starts to set beyond the gray clouds and I carry the last of us with me. each embrace wrapped in the moment you parted from me. the first time, when you stood beside me and said hello. and the last, when you refused to look at me.

I hope you find someone to love

As I remember you, passing N Cherry Ave."

- signed, your old lover

[selliho6530]

I want to see a fanfiction where Jayce, after all the shit he saw, moves not back to his universe, but to the past, to season 1, where he meets Viktor in their laboratory and kills him...

One fanfiction started like that, but everything slipped into the usual gay fuck, which of course I don't mind, but the beginning was too promising...

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[authorsharonforester]

What I Day Dream About When I Write

I daydream about bringing all of my family members to the red carpet to see a movie version of one of my books. I daydream of going to the bookstore and seeing my books on the shelves. Not just any shelf, but their very own shelves. I daydream about people coming up to me, telling me that my work has made a difference in their life, which is what a person would hope it would do.

I had countless times of driving an hour back and forth from towns where my characters show up really big over the horizon and they are talking to me, telling me to not forget them and to finish writing their story. 

When I am actively writing, I think about the scenes my characters are going through vividly. It feels beautiful until it stops and I am back to reality with the computer in front of my face. It gives me a weird feeling of sadness and accomplishment at the same time. I know it is because I wrote a few things, but also because I wish the imaginary world was real.

We can all relate to the feelings of failure we get when things don't go the way we want. We also sit down with a lot of thoughts that have to do with being confused, not knowing how we are going to make our dreams come true, how we should make them true, or overall, what we are even going to do. I write a story that touches upon this exact kind of nonsense. I made it to show the world that we all go through similar feelings. If you find yourself talking to people, in person or online, you'll find out that they think of a lot of the same things the same as you do. And even though you know it, you still don't want to think that everyone goes through the same thing or they simply don't understand, but the fact is that they do. 

I would reveal to you what the story is about and what it is called, but the fact is that one of the common things people have probably talked about is that they are afraid everyone is going to steal their stuff. I am not sure how true that I, but people online say that it doesn't happen as often as people think, but what do they know? They are Internet people. As far as we know, they could be lying. We don't know if sure if they have experience in that area. Then again, that sort of thing could happen to anyone too.

[strangelittlestories]

When dad and me died*, his death resulted in a whole *production*; tears were shed, swords were thrown into rivers, and grandma hid him away in a custom-built tomb** so he could come back ‘when like, we really need him, y’know’?

(*Okay, fine, that’s maybe not the most honest phrasing. It’d probably have been more accurate to say “When I killed Dad and he killed me”. And it would have been most accurate to say “when I impaled Dad with a spear and the *absolute madman* clawed his way up the haft inch-by-painstaking-inch to stab me in the heart with his magic sword”.)

(**Like, seriously, did she just have a mystical suspended-animation tomb ready to go? That’s creepy. It’s not just me right, that’s a little weird?)

But me? I was just left to rot on Pelennor Fields with all the other riff-raff.

(Wait, SHIT - Pelennor Fields is the Tolkein one, isn’t it? The fields of *Camlan* are where I died. Sorry about that - in my defence, I died many centuries and several Lord of the Rings binges ago.)

I guess I should be grateful that they left me alone. It wasn’t so long ago (and not so long after) that traitors to the crown used to get their heads displayed on pikes or hung in gibbets. But folks were pretty busy with king dad’s big send-off and mourning the dream of chivalry (plus burying all the dead folks they actually liked), so no-one really bothered with tidying up the remains of the traitor prince. 

Plus, I think most of the knights and nobles had thought I was a bit of a weirdo and didn’t want any more to do with me in death than they did in life. Probably afraid that I’d reanimate and use my last foetid breaths to tell them about a cool mushroom I’d found. Then they wouldn’t know how to respond, and it’d just be *awkward*, y’know?

So anyway, there I was, lying there with my blood soaking the dirt and my vital organs getting decidedly less vital by the second. And all around me was a whole field of other dead people that I’d gotten killed and honestly I was feeling pretty shitty about the whole thing.

How was I dead and still feeling shitty you ask? Well, first of all: I am a multi-tasker. And second of all: I guess I wasn’t maybe *all-the-way* dead*.

(*Or rather: I was very much dead, but I was *also* very much in my body and doing a big old hecking panic about that, thank you very much.)

Something you should probably know about me: I was adopted. Yeah yeah, I know you’ve heard the propaganda, that my mum and dad were brother and sister and that’s where a lot of my *fundamental weirdness* comes from. And *yes*, they were siblings, but *no* it wasn’t like that. Dear old mum and dear dead dad *found me*. 

Specifically, they found me in a weird-ass cave spattered in the blood of a monster they’d just slain (it was A Whole Thing, I’ll tell you about it some other time).

They figured that the beast had stolen me after killing my family or something like that.

This was incorrect.

A certain bearded crap-o-mancer speculated that I was the *beastie’s* boy, but that’s wrong too.

The truth is weirder. You see … I was the cave’s kid.

Yup. Child of the earth, right here. Or to give a less flattering but more apt name … I was a dirtbag.

[haveyoureadthispoll]

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[novemberthewriter]

fortune teller [300 wds]

genre: literary/drama (another flash piece done for a writing club prompt months back xx)

[tw: grief]

--

Zeke didn’t think divination was the Devil, like her mother did – she just thought it was dumb. When it came to Joseph Augustine, so-called Fortune Teller? Well, high school angst was a hardworking force and Joe Augustine worked even harder to feed into it. He never asked for money – not a single cent! Zeke checked – but somehow always had a shoebox full of cash by lunchtime. It was a total grift.

And yet. There she was, home alone after school, ear to the radio at Joe’s behest. She’d never actually spoken to him before. But today marked one month since Dodie’s passing, and Dodie used to visit with Joe every day. The decision was made for Zeke, really; at lunch her feet moved of their own accord and brought her right in front of Joe’s table. Her mouth moved of its own accord and said, You know Dodie James?

Her mouth said, I don’t want any of that playing card star chart shit but I just need to … know something about her.

Now Zeke worked the dial with two skinny fingers, trying to find answers in so many static-filled ballads and news bulletins. She’d been at it for an hour. You’ll know when you hear It, he’d told her. Her back ached from bending over. Her eyes were leaking without her permission. Zeke didn’t know what she was looking for, but she knew she had fifteen minutes before her mother got off work and demanded an explanation for doing Devil’s Work with the Crosley.

Then the next dial turn had Dodie’s favorite song blasting.

What could Zeke's body do but crumple?

What could Zeke do but sob?

And after eight minutes of her dead friend’s revival via rock opera – what could Zeke do but resolve to tip Joe tomorrow?

[thedisabilitybookarchive]

'Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens'- Nijkamp, Marieke

Disability Rep: Unidentified Mental Health Condition (Possible Bipolar), Blind, Retinitis Pigmentosa, Wheelchair User, Anxiety, Agoraphobia, Idiopathic Pain, Cane User, Schizophrenia, Depression, Hallucinations, IBS, Chronic Pain, Bipolar II, Cerebral Palsy, Autism

Genre: Short Stories, Multi-Genre, Fantasy, Historical, Contemporary, Romance, Realistic, Science-Fiction, Horror

Age: Young Adult

Setting: Persia, USA, Multiple Settings

Additional Rep: Chinese Female MC, POC, F/M, Sapphic Characters, F/F, Latin MC, Muslim Female MC, Transgender Man LI, Black Female MC, Non-Binary MC, Biracial Native-American MC, Cuban wlw Female LI, Queer wlw Female MC

For more information on summaries, content warnings and additional tropes, see here:

[miudi]

The Rotting Sandwiches

The sandwiches her mother packed for her would rot in her lunch box, uneaten. She refused to eat them. The sandwich would sit in her lunch box, growing soggy as the hours passed, suffocated by the plastic bag it came in. The school introduced a ban stating that kids were forbidden to throw away their lunches. It was supposed to teach them the value of food, to stop waste. But it only made things harder for her. Day after day, she edged closer and closer to the bin, making sure no one saw her. Wrapping the sandwich in tissue paper, she disguised it as finished and casually tossed it into the trash. Her mother would surely change the sandwich, any day now.

Recess starts, kids run to the playground, sitting in circles pulling out their prepared lunches. She sits further away before joining her classmates. She checks her bag; she knows what’s waiting for her, but hopes for a different sandwich anyway. It’s the same sandwich, her mother had made it that morning, just like she always did, waking up early to prepare it. The effort was clear in the way it was carefully packed, as though her mother’s hands had gone through the motions so many times they could do it without thinking. She knows her mother wakes up early for the sake of her lunches, the effort obvious in the careful way it’s packed. But no matter how much care went into it, the daughter can’t stomach it. The only thing left to do is dispose of it.

On days she failed to throw it away, she kept the sandwiches in her bag, sometimes forgetting to dispose of them. They began to rot, the smell seeping through the fabric. Eventually, her mother caught her. Disappointment flickered in her mother’s eyes as she asked, “Why are you wasting food?” Deciding that disliking the sandwiches wasn’t a good enough reason, she stayed silent, shame washing over her and dissipating coldly over her skin as she stared at the sandwich, unable to meet her mother’s eyes. She disliked it, but saying that out loud felt wrong, dangerous somehow. What kind of daughter complains when her mother wakes up early just to pack her lunch? So, she said nothing and accepted the sandwich anyway. But the worst had already happened—she had disappointed her mother, and now the feelings of shame rot inside of her.

The next day, she opened her lunch box to find another type of sandwich, one she liked. She smiled, but her smile faded quickly, realizing she still felt a flush of humiliation. The sandwiches may have changed that day, but they’re still rotting.

The sandwiches chase her well into her adult years. Now, as a twenty-something living abroad, she never makes her own lunches, always asking her coworkers what they should eat instead. She wakes up at 6 a.m. every day, goes to work, and is the first one in and the last to leave. She ensures her boss knows her every move, but she can feel her coworkers rolling their eyes. A slight touch of shame creeps in, but this is her trying, this is her showing up. Yet, after four years of slaving away and not complaining with no career progression, she tells herself it’s okay—her boss will notice her hard work and offer a promotion, any day now.

At home, she chats with her neighbor by the entrance, getting lost in the thought of whether his eyes are blue or green, missing parts of their conversation. He’s always helping her around the house, carrying her groceries, and their texts make her believe there’s something more between them. She drops hints of her interest. She put her hair in a ponytail, and he noticed—it looked good, he said. So, she wore it the same way all week, thinking, surely, he’ll ask me out. Any day now.

Months fly by. He’s placing her new shelf while she watches the snow fall through the window. Noticing her gaze, he lifts the blinds, revealing the vast snowy road and the bare trees, the landscape blanketed in white. She feels seen for the first time, as though he’s understood something about her that she didn’t even realize. They share a moment of quiet, and she imagines the invisible strings that bind them.

Then, casually, he tells her he’s seeing someone. The invisible strings snap. Her heart shatters. He didn’t see her at all—how could he, when all she does is bite her tongue instead of saying what she really means, what she really wants? How could she have been so wrong about the one thing she was sure of, the thing that now leaves her feeling embarrassed? She tells him she’s happy for him. She retreats into her routine, convincing herself it’s okay—focusing on work. Any day now, things will change.

But deep down, the fog of shame clears just enough for her to see the truth: her promotion isn’t coming. There haven’t been openings in years, and her loyalty, her discipline—they haven’t been noticed. Instead, they mock her. She realizes with painful clarity that she never believed she was worthy of a promotion or even a relationship. Back to checking her lunchbox, she yearns to be proven wrong, to find a new sandwich. She wants to be wrong so badly.

She had thought that being so far away from home would save her, but now she’s back in her middle school playground, still disposing of the rotting sandwiches. Her love, a sandwich; her dedication, another. She realizes she has spent her whole life running away from decisions, letting her expectations rot like the uneaten sandwiches. She can only hint at what she wants, implying her desires, but the decisions are for the decision-makers—and no one ever gave her permission to be one. Her subtle hints and passive longings are her only form of resistance. Tired of the chase, she wonders, Why has she never woken up to make her own sandwiches?

[jessread-s]

✩🦊📝Review:

This companion e-novella adds depth and complexity to Taryn’s seemingly simplistic characterization.

“The Lost Sisters” is told from the perspective Taryn Duarte, who comes clean to her sister Jude in a letter about her relationship with the trickster, Locke. 

When I first read The Folk of the Air series I totally skipped over this one, but after finishing The Stolen Heir duology I decided to return to it just for fun. I enjoyed getting the opportunity to finally read from Taryn’s point-of-view and in the style of a letter! The contents consist of her asking Jude, and in turn the reader, to sympathize with her plight and forgive her for her behavior. Though her half-apology did not completely win me over, it helped me understand her better as a character. She just wants so desperately to be loved and viewed as a good person, but she does not always go about achieving these goals in ways that readers, like myself, agree with. With this added perspective, I intend to keep an open mind about her in the future. 

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[th3wayilov3dyou]

" 'cause everytime i get to cloose, i just go mess it up " 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ - MIU

In the beginning, everything with him seemed simple. There were laughs, silent gestures that spoke louder than words, an understanding that needed no explanations. Every day spent together felt like a small miracle, yet inside me, something began to crack. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t our story. It was that voice in my head, the one that never stopped. It whispered that I wasn’t enough, that sooner or later, I would ruin everything. And every time I tried to push it away, it returned stronger, more insistent.

He looked at me with eyes full of love, and I wanted to believe it, truly. But every kind word felt like a promise too big, too fragile. As if a breath could shatter it. So instead of letting myself go, I started to build walls around my heart. It was to protect myself, or maybe to protect him from me. The closer I got, the more I felt the fear grow—the feeling of inadequacy, of never being enough for everything he seemed to give me without asking for anything in return.

In the end, I was the one to destroy it all. I thought leaving him would be the right thing, that by doing so, I would put an end to my uncertainty and constant guilt. I said goodbye, hoping the void I felt would fill with peace, but instead, it left only a silence that was more deafening. I hoped distance would free me from my fears, that I could finally breathe again. But without him, every breath felt heavier, and my loneliness wrapped around me like a shadow I could no longer shake off.

I never stopped thinking about him. Memories of his laughter, his gaze, those moments when everything seemed possible flooded my mind. Every time I told myself it was better this way, another part of me screamed that I had made a mistake. I knew he was moving on, that his life continued without me, while I remained stuck, trapped between what I had lost and the fear of never being able to redeem myself.

I tried to convince myself that I was okay, wearing smiles I didn’t feel, like a mask behind which to hide the chaos within me. I found myself checking my phone, hoping for a message, any excuse to reach out to him again. But every time I thought of getting closer again, I stopped, paralyzed by the terror of making another wrong move, of ruining everything once more.

Sometimes I wondered if it was right to seek him out, if I was just clinging to a dream that could no longer exist. I felt like a castaway trying to hold onto a wave slipping away. Yet every thought returned to him, to us, to what we were and what we could have been if I hadn’t allowed my insecurities to smother everything.

I longed for a second chance, even though I knew it might just be an illusion. I wanted to show him that I could change, that I could be the person he needed. I dreamed of going back, of fixing what I had broken, of breaking the bad habits that had erected barriers between us. But every time I thought of him, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was too late, if his heart had already found a new direction.

Deep down, though, I knew that the real obstacle had never been him, but myself. My fears, my doubts, were like chains holding me captive. Until I learned to free myself from them, I would remain trapped in this cycle, destined to ruin every beautiful thing I touched. And maybe then, I would be truly ready to begin again. Maybe then, I would be ready to love without the fear of not being enough.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The killer ghost within the mafioso of gravity's mind: A special date||

Hi there everyone. I think I can add another part to the first drabble I wrote towards this one. If you wanna read the first one, the link is here.

This is a new au where both the Mafia members that I rp with have crazy or calm adventures with the lovely horrors. So what is today's adventure? Also, this is a thank you drabble for my friend so I hope she likes.

||Drabble Summary||

After Chuuya asked Sid out on a date, he was now getting prepared to take her out. Of course the horrors were happy that Sid was going out but deep down, she was unsure on how this date will turn out. Even when she was nervous of what he'll see. Now, she was unsure on what to do. Will she reveal herself to someone else finally or will it remain hidden? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~first date is present in this drabble

~some funny moments will be or is present in this drabble

~A first kiss on the hand will be seen in this drabble maybe

||Guests in this drabble||

Sid Casper and members of the Lovely horrors belong to my best friend and rp partner @lovelyxhorrors who also runs @demon-blood-youths

Chuuya Nakahara is From and belongs to the animated serious BSD (Bongo Stray dogs). He also belongs to me due to having him as a muse.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

It was later on that early evening when the horrors were just hanging out and about. Right now, Matt was seeing everyone doing their own thing but he saw Pete eating some food with Yumeno who was happily watching some Tv with his big brother. He was happy to see they were hanging out as brothers but he wonders about Sid.

After hearing that Chuya was going to take Sid out on a date tonight, he was wondering how Sid feels about this. Thinking about it, he goes to check on her to wonder how she's feeling right now. He goes upstairs to check on her. As for Sid, she was in her room but the cloak was off while looking at herself at the mirror. She touches her own cheek, already worried how Chuya will react seeing her.

He might be scared.

Freaked out.

Shocked.

She lowers her hand from her face then looks at her lap while only remaining quiet. However, that's when she tenses hearing someone knock on the door. She goes ahead to quickly get her cloak to cover herself.

"Yes, who is it?"

"Hey Sid it's me, Matt! Just checking up on ya!"

She relaxed hearing it's Matt while holding the cloak. She knew it's fine with Matt because he was the only one that knew her true look. "You can come in." she said seeing the door open showing it was indeed Matt. He comes in to close the door but walks over to look at her.

"Hey, just checking up on you. Excited about going out tonight?" he sees her look quiet but Sid only sighed to close her eyes.

"I believe I am. Just a little..nervous. I just was not expecting someone to-"

"Ask you out?" he said finishing her words that Sid looks more quiet as Matt sighed.

"Sid, I'm sure you deserve to have fun too. I know your always serious and helping out a lot in the fraction. That explains you being my second in command or the first one. I feel like you deserve to have fun too." He looks to her and yet Sid said nothing.

"I can believe that, Matt though....."

"Hmm?" he saw her looking away but she only looks to the window only touch her own face.

"What if he finds me scary? I don't want to scare him away from how I look. I know Chuuya tends to get used to things like this and knows what we do. But I don't want to scare him off because of it." she mutters.

"......"

"I mean. I know I don't look pretty like the others that most sees out there. I feel like I'll scare him away." she mutters and yet Matt sighed.

"Sid, I told you this as the first day I met you. Your alright. You look fine. I'm sure Chuuya won't see you as scary or anything. You won't know till you find out." he said even if he walks over to look at her.

".....I don't know if I-"

"Sidney, come on. You know how things go. I mean, look at me. I wasn't expecting to fall for Ryu and yet, he loves me for me. He don't find me scary nor bad. He finds me someone that's something worth fighting for. Same with Shrika and Willie. True, she was a bit hesitant when trying to figure out what was wrong with her. I just told her she was in love. Though after a while, she finally accepted that. I don't know about Jason with his crush with Gin yet but that might be a work in progress." Matt said and yet Sid looks at her cloak and mask as she touches it.

That's when Matt rests a hand on her shoulder. "???"

"Trust me, when the time is right, I'm sure you can do this Sid. I know and get the feeling that Chuuya will be shocked when seeing the real you. Just give it a shot." he said seeing her still looking at the mask. Seeing her not respond, Matt sighed.

"Just give it a try Sid..you won't know till you try." he said.

"...I'll....try." she said.

"Alright.." However, that's when he heard the door but Sid goes ahead to put on the cloak again. "Yeah, what's up?" Matt said seeing the door open showing Shrika.

"Hey, sorry to bother but Chuya is here to take Sid out. He's downstairs." she said that Matt looks to her.

"Alright, she'll be down in a moment!" he said seeing Shrika turning to head back down. Seeing they were alone again, Matt looks to Sid who was quiet but only sighed.

"Just have fun okay Sid?" he said seeing her look at him while wearing the mask.

"Alright.."

"Good! Now lets get you downstairs so you can meet up with Chuya."

Being happy, he turns to leave while Sid follows after him. However, she hopes this night will go right even if she was nervous even so. She hopes for the best.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After Chuya picked Sid up, both her and him were now officially starting their date. Sid was quiet during the time they were heading out but Chuya wonders if Sid was alright with going out with him.

It was night out so it shouldn't be too bad right? For now, he was taking her to a quiet spot somewhere where he had some other stops along the way. He already bought her some presents along with some other things she might like after the date.

Truthfully, Sid was deeply happy about the gifts but she still was trying to be sure to hide her face so he wouldn't really see her. Even if she was unsure on how he will react.

'I don't want to scare him. I just hope he won't be disappointed because of it.' this was in her thoughts for a while while following Chuya. 'I just have to remain calm. Maybe I am over thinking it...or maybe I'm not-'

"Sid? Hey, you okay?" She blinks to snap out of it as her pink eyes looks to a worried Chuya.

"Oh, no I'm alright. Just thinking about something is all. Sorry for worrying you." she said quietly while looking at him. Chuya said nothing but sighed to look at her.

"I just wanted to be sure. Though, are you alright with going on the date? We don't have to if you wish. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." he explains but Sid only sighed to look down.

"Trust me; I'm okay. Though, we still have the night ahead of us. Should we go ahead and continue our date?" she asked and yet he only nods seeing the two keep moving forward.

"Well, I'm hoping your liking the date so far. I know we have a few more spots to go to before later on. If that's fine." he said and yet Sid didn't mind it.

"That's fine with me, Chuuya."

For now, the two kept moving on for their date. For now, Chuya was still walking and yet, Sid was quiet during most of it till they begin talking about their day before the date started. He heard she's been sorta busy helping Matt with a few things even regarding some that is following under her orders.

As for him, he was just done with a mission with another but it was finished before hand. Now, he was just resting up for the remaining time of today before coming to pick her up. So far, the conversations was nice.

In a while, Chuya was leading Sid to another spot somewhere near the forest but she was wondering if he was going to end the date before seeing he was still walking by.

"...Are we heading to another location, Chuya?" she asked beside him.

"Yes, I wanted to take you to a special spot. It's pretty good when looking up at the night sky. I figured you might like it and find this relaxing?" he said rubbing the back of his head. She was a bit curious but only grew wondering.

"Sure, I don't mind. Is it close?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's up ahead. Just come follow me." he said as he keeps leading the way. Sid keeps following him while passing the trees on one side and some buildings on the other side. In a few minutes, Chuya shows up only to show a area but it was near the forest. Sid blinks wondering where they were going till he stops to look ahead. She takes a look as well.

She looks silent and was not expecting this. In front of them was a opening near the forest or in front of it. Some trees were over some large picnic blanket with some snacks, some water, and some roses there. It seems Chuya had this spread out for them as Sid was speechless.

"Well..ummm..what do you think? It took a while to set this up." he said but Sid looks to him.

"Hold on, you made this little set up?" she sees him rubbing the back of his head but sighed.

"Yeah, I know it would be nice to at least relax so..why not? It's in a private spot and it's peaceful here. But if you don't like this, we can head somewhere else." he said seeing Sid not doing much but he had no idea how she feels since he can't see her face to know her expressions.

"Sid?"

"....I was not expecting you to do this for our date. I will admit it's sweet of you to do this." She said in a soft tone and yet, it was sweet of him to do it. She was really not expecting it. Chuya said nothing but looks to her.

"It's not biggie. I figured you deserved to go on a nice date." he goes to offer her a seat on some chairs while she was going to sit down. Chuya takes a seat but was looking to her while offering something to snack on. For now, they were enjoying the date and even talking with one another.

So far, the date was......nice.

She was not expecting this date to come out as it did, even with a slight smile seen behind her mask. Her pale features were hiding the dust of pink on her cheeks. As she takes a bite from her snack after lifting up the mask a little, she made sure to not show any bit of her face.

Though the date was going well so far.

"I hope you like the date. I got more snacks if you want more." Chuya offers a bag for her as she carefully takes it giving a thank you. He did see her try more of the snacks again but keeping the mask up slightly to be sure nothing was seen. Though, Chuya was curious to what she looked like. However, he didn't want to make her feel nervous right now. But he couldn't help but be curious. Wondering what she did look like.

However, the gazing on her made Sid look over at him noticing as she stops eating. "Is something wrong?" she saw him snap out of it to clear his throat.

"N..No no. Just.....curious about something is all. Don't mind me." he waves his hand and yet, Sid was wondering what it was. Did he have a question?

".......In a way."

"And your question is? You have to have one if you are gazing upon me for it." she sees him not say a single word but he was unsure how to bring this up without upsetting her.

"....I guess I can ask but..please don't be mad." he said.

"Depends on what you wish to ask me." She said to him. Chuuya didn't know how to say it but he will just go ahead and ask.

"........I've always been curious..to what you look like. I know and respect your choice of not showing anyone what you look like under the cloak but.....I'm sorry if I got curious towards it."

Sid tenses up hearing this but she only looks ahead while holding the snacks. He wanted to know?! But why? It was not worth knowing about it. To her, she got a little nervous to not respond to him for a while.

"Sid?"

"......I'm sorry Chuuya, I....ahem, I don't think you want to know. I never really show myself to anyone except Matt. I don't want to scare you off if you see my true face." she said simply.

"Huh? Scary? What makes you think that?" Chuya asked.

"I can't explain it. I just know you won't like what you see. I try to hide my face so I don't scare anyone else away. Even you too. I don't want to expose myself again as before...I can't do that again." she mutters and yet the other was confused. What did she mean by that?

"Easy Sid. I'm sorry if I was asking something that's too personal to you. I didn't mean to upset you or anything if I have." he said.

"...Believe me you didn't. I Just don't feel okay if someone else seems what's hidden under my mask. I don't want anyone to be horrified by my face." she said and yet Sid saw her hand slowly rise up to touch her mask. Feeling the material against her fingers while thinking about it.

From the looks of it, Chuya had the feeling Sid was very self-conscious about her appearance. She didn't want to show it to anyone and maybe not to him either. He gets it but feels like he might have pushed it.

"Sid...."

"I'm sorry Chuya. I just feel like i shouldn't. Maybe hiding my real face so others are not terrified about me. That's why I wear this so no one else will see this scary face." she said and yet her hand lowers down to rest on her lap.

"Hold on; you think that your scary and you might scare me away?" he said trying to make of this.

"Yes. I can't show you what I look like. It's not worth scaring you. Or anyone. I don't want someone to see my horrible face." she looks to cover her eyes and mask a bit now.

Chuuya didn't want her to over think this and yet, he felt worried for her. Sid seems like a interesting person but he didn't want her to think he was going to push this to see it.

"Sid.." he reaches to touch her hand but she only looks at him then looks at his hand on hers. She didn't want to do anything to scare him that it made her look away.

"Forgive me. I feel like I'm ruining the date here because of this. I am sorry Chuuya."

"Hey, hey, hey. It's fine. I should be saying sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset about that. I was just curious but it seems like I step over a line." He mutters to sigh. "I'm sorry Sid. Here, if you wish, I can take you home for the night." he said wanting to be sure she was alright.

So far, the date was wonderful to him but right at this moment he felt like he messed up by upsetting her. So maybe he should. As he started standing up, Sid looks to stop him. "???"

"Wait....what about the-"

"I know. I just felt like I crossed the line. I didn't mean to Sid. I only wanted you to have fun on our date. Even if I never get to see your face or the real you. I'm fine with that. "he said quietly. "Besides, I rather get to know you more even if it's behind a mask."

"......." Didn't expect him to say that and yet, Chuuya still respects the choice of her. Even with showing or not showing her face. Seems even now, Chuuya will respect her wishes but she was unsure. Should she show him what she really looks like? Would he freak out and just take her back as soon as possible?

The thought made her think about it as Chuuya wonders if she was alright. Right now, Sid only responds with...

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's just me. I'm not the one to show someone what I look like. But as you stated is true: The only one that saw what I really look like was Matt. And only Matt. I'm not trying to be mean or anything to you since I felt you were curious to what I look like. So forgive me for.....feeling scared to do so."

"No no it's fine but like I said..you don't have to. Here, if you want we can continue our date or I can take you back home for the night. I feel like I made this a bit weird right now."

"You didn't. I feel like I did. Again, I tend to not show my face to others due to that." she saw him look worried at her but Sid sighed to look at the side. "Though, if your really that curious-"

"Sid, you don't have to. I understand if you don't wish to show me your face. I won't push you to show me anything your not comfortable with. I get it." he saw her look down again before he adds,

"Though. I'll admit I bet you are pretty just like your eyes. I mean, come on. Your talented, smart, funny, but I bet your just one of a kind..."

Sid heard this but she looks in his direction hearing this. That's how he felt about her? Even if he says that she feels as if he's saying that to help her feel better.

"Chuuya, you don't have to lie to me about this." she said simply but Chuuya looks to her.

"But I'm not joking. I'm not just saying that because of it. I really mean that. Everything I'm saying is the truth. I'm not the type of person to say something and lie about it." he had his arms crossed seeing Sid remain quiet.

"I believe you Chuya I just-"

"I know. Listen, if you wish to head back we can-"

"No." She looks up at Chuuya but saw him confused. "I don't want to end the date quickly like this. Even if it means....s..showing you my appearance." she mutters and yet he was shocked.

"Sid, again, you don't have to-"

"I'm going to I Just...need a moment to collect myself before I..do that." she was serious? He didn't want her to feel forced to show him but he saw her standing up now facing him. Feeling the light breeze blowing the cloak a bit.

Chuuya said nothing seeing her standing there while trying to keep herself calm. She was nervous he can tell even if her face was hidden. He sees her hands reaching up to the mask slowly feeling the surface of it as she hesitates.

".........."

He didn't say a word but saw her slowly close her eyes. '

Come on Sidney, just calm down. Your only showing him. No one else is around..but I still fear he will be scared of my true face. No one else can see this.' she then begins lifting up the mask slightly while leaving Chuuya on the edge of his seat.

As the mask is half way up, she once more stops. Sid was getting nervous again but that made her look silent even so. Sid just remains quiet that it made her feel nervous he did see her biting her bottom lip because of it.

"Sid?"

"Just give me a moment, Chuuya. Could you please close your eyes?" she said this quietly but he did as she said. Chuuya close her eyes that it made Sid see this. Noticing this, she slowly started lifting up the mask more. That when she did, the mask is up. Her eyes were closed again but Chuuya keeps his eyes closed.

".....Okay, you can open them."

Being slow, Chuuya started opening his eyes to slowly look up but as he did, his eyes meet with what he saw. He saw in front of him a young woman with white bangs and soft pale features. He saw her pink glowing eyes while feeling the light breeze blowing slightly.

".........."

Chuuya was speechless seeing her true face that it leaves him silent. Even now, his own face showed a dust of pink. Sid wonders if he was alright and why he looked like that.

"..Chuuya? Is something wrong?" She asked but looks worried. "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see me like this. I know I'm a monster. I'm sorry for showing you my face. I didn't mean to-"

"You....Your beautiful."

"!?" Sid's eyes widen but quickly looks to him as he was looking at her. Wait, did he say beautiful? She didn't say anything only to look away covering her face again. "W..what did you say?"

"I said you are beautiful.." he said again making Sid remain silent.

"I'm...I'm not beautiful I'm-"

"Yes you are..." he looked worried that he saw Sid looking away but he reaches to touch her hand that she quickly looks at him. "Believe me, you are beautiful. Really really beautiful."

"But this is impossible. I'm scary. My face scares others Chuuya. I shouldn't even be showing you my face. I don't want to scare you." she said.

"Your not and I mean this. You are. The most beautiful woman I've seen in my life." He means this even if she remains quiet. However, she slowly sees him reach up to almost touch her cheek but he sees her close her eyes while moving to reach for her mask to help pull it down.

"???"

"I don't know why you thought you were scary. You look just fine and very beautiful Sid. I know that much. I will keep it to myself so no one else would what you really look like. Though, thanks to that I know deep down you are something amazing."

"......" She said nothing to hear this and yet, it leaves her silent now having her hands closed into a fist.

"Do you..mean all of that? I'm not scary? You think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course I do. You are to me. I don't know what happened to make you think that way but I know deep down you are what I said. Even when your beautiful eyes matches you too. Someone that's a hidden gem from this world." he looks to Sid and yet she remains quiet while her mask covers her face again after a while. She was not expecting him to say that to her but it leaves a new feeling in her heart.

"Though, shall we continue the date? I still want to be sure you have a good ending to the date. If that's okay." Holding his hand to her, Sid said nothing again before she looks to his hand then up at him. Chuuya looks at her too before seeing her reach to take his hand slowly as they would continue the date.

~~~~~~~

Later that night, Chuuya did bring Sid back home but they were standing out in front of the fraction base. "Thank you for the date tonight Chuuya. I....really had a fun time." she said.

"Your welcome. I'm happy to see you did. Thanks for letting me take you out and maybe well.." he looks to the side scratching his flushed pink cheek. "I can take you out on another one if you like. If you did...just let me know."

"....I would love that. I'll inform you if I do." she said that Chuuya looks to her.

"Alright. Then I'll go ahead and head on home. Again, I hope you have a good night." he said even holding her hand to kiss the top of it. Sid said nothing seeing this before he lowers it carefully to let go. With a tip of his hat, Chuuya turns to head home as Sid waves good bye.

When seeing he was walking out of view, Sid slowly lowers her hand but she even lifts up her mask to touch her cheek. He said she was beautiful. Even if she was afraid he would find her scary. She was beautiful in his eyes.

Though, this made her feel relaxed to let out a sigh and lower her mask. She opens the door to walk inside seeing Pete and Yumeno looking to that.

"Hi big sister! Welcome home!" he waves happily.

"Hey Sid. Did you come back from your date? How was it?" Matt asked watching some Tv with Pete and Yumeno that Sid looks quiet to sigh.

"It was a eventful night. I rather had fun to be honest. Though, I'm going to retire to my room if it's okay." she said seeing Matt understanding.

"Go right ahead Sid."

"Thank you." Saying this, she turns to head off and heads to her room. When getting to the top and heading to her room. She goes inside and thinks for a moment. Remembering the words he said made her lift up the mask that she held her cheek again now blushing.

"He...thinks I'm beautiful. I'm beautiful to him." she whispered before it leaves her pondering about it.

For now, it leaves this was a new chapter to learn upon. However, she wonders if this is how it feels wondering about it. As she walks from the door to the mirror, she looks at her reflection only to leave her silent. Sid knew this will take time for her to get used to in a way. Even hearing what Chuuya said.

For now, this was a date Sid won't forget.

[avevinnkomics]

“Damn, you still have this photo? The..”

“Combat test. I only got second place.”

“Vin, that’s still good.”

“Could’ve done better.”

“Hard to believe that the one always beating up haters is a hater to herself.”

“…that sleeve. On your right arm..”

“Huh, maybe that would foreshadow the loss of my arm, huh?”

[arolesbianism]

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