Author's Note: So I've decided to post a story requiring input, but instead of asking for pairings, I'm asking you for prompts. You can check out my stories Nobody Here Is Perfectly Happy and Five Ways to Make Her Blush for an example of stories I've written based on prompts, or this first chapter, which is based on a prompt to write a story involving transportation. A prompt can either be a sentence, a setting, three things to include, even a song you want it based on, generally anything so long as it's a prompt and not a pairing. I'd also like you to give me a time limit if possible. The aforementioned one-shots were an hour each; this was around fifteen minutes. I'll go up to 2.5 hours. Each story will be written and edited in one sitting. Thanks in advance for the input everyone! Onward to the first story! Oh also keep it T-rated and leave the prompts in the review section or a PM!
Anyone who thought that was too long to read, basically leave me a prompt and a time-limit (up to 2.5 hours) in the reviews or a PM and I'll get to it whenever I have time. Please don't request pairings, there are other places that accept those requests, such as my PM box :)
Title: I'll Notice You a Little Less
Characters: Seeu and Yohioloid
You'll have to forgive me for taking notice of you, but, in truth, I can't manage to stop myself from being excruciatingly aware of your presence.
You're beautiful, I'll confess. I know most men don't like being told that, but I can't think of a better word to describe you. You're the type of man that must make plenty of girls' hearts melt, as mine probably would have too if that girl wasn't always waiting for you, kissing you goodbye and welcoming you back. In any case, I wouldn't bother falling for someone like you, because I know in the end you'd only break my heart in one way or another; we're on a completely different levels, after all.
To be honest, I tried falling in love with you once or twice, that sort of fan-girl type love, not even the real kind. I've never been in love, you see, and the idea of having my hypothetical love returned terrifies me, so you'd be a safe object of my affections. I can't manage it, however, because I know there's no point to it. You love that girl, after all; I'm simply the girl working at the airport who can't help but notice you, and I'd never bother confessing, anyway. Even if I did, I know I'd be just one of many to bat doe eyes at you and beg for you to love me back.
I asked about you once, when I saw two girls my age whispering and glancing your way. You're a rising star, it seems, which explains why you're always here. I don't know how you can handle the constant attention of girls like that, or even girls like me, for that matter. I mean, I'm prettier than most; I don't have the modesty to deny that – I might even say that I'm prettier than that girl you're always with. However, I'm still just another face in the crowd, someone who means nothing to you.
I guess I'm a bit more than that, and unfairly so, because I've talked to you a couple times, when you've been bored and desiring attention, but my heart doesn't race as it should or as it would for other girls. In those moments, I forget that you're an idol, because I'm constantly nagged by fliers for a bit of chitchat. I'm glad to say that I don't always notice you, but, sometimes, I do.
I've given your music a shot, and I have to tell you, I've become a bit of a fan. That's why I get timid when you ask me for anything during the flight. You noticed that, didn't you? My feelings toward you have changed a bit, because you're different from what I thought you were. Before, you were just a beautiful man that I liked to admire, but now you're a bit of a celebrity, and I feel that the worlds between us are so far apart. I shouldn't be able to see you, to touch you, because you're different from me.
Well, to be perfectly honest, I'm not that different from you. I was like you once, a rising star. My name on that stage was SeeU, back when I was sixteen. I lost everyone's interest by the time I became an adult, though, and, now, at the sweet young age of twenty-two, my time as an idol has come to an end and been replaced as my time as a flight attendant, with you as one of my route's frequent fliers. I sometimes wonder if you'll be the same and fall from the stardom, too, but you're less replaceable than me. Other cute girls are everywhere; a beautiful man like you in hard to find.
I know how frustrating it can be, Yohio, to be constantly noticed, so I wish I could let you just fade to the background. I can't help myself, though, and I notice you more and more every day. Please live out my dream, Yohio, and don't let them take it from you. You'll be a star, I promise, and when that time comes, I'll try to notice you less so that, on our flights together, you can have a little rest from the limelight before returning home to the girl who loves you.