SO SORRY I'M NOT UPDATING MY OTHER STORY. Not like you guys care anyways...Here's my one-shot series! All concerning with the word 'Maybe'! This event actually happened to me. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VOCALOID. Like the 6th time already...
I walked down the hallway, clutching my kitty backpack tightly as I made my way around students. You could hear laughter from one corner and non-stop chatter in the other. Scurrying down the halls, I made my way to my locker or so people called it, "The Unlucky One". When I first heard of it, I didn't believe such a myth until odd events occurred to me. My white puppy, Tian Dian, got hit by a huge truck and I kept losing my pocket-money. I heave a sigh as I placed my belongings in my unfortunate locker, with the exception of my floral binder.
Sigh. I'm just cursed with bad luck.
As I entered my home room, my close friend, Ling, smiles at me. I go sit with her at the right back corner of the class.
"Hey, Tianyi!" Ling chimed, cheerful as always.
"Good morning!" I chirped, looking through my stuffy binder for my sketch pad.
"Are you going to draw again today?" Ling questioned, carefully sipping her hot cocoa.
"Actually…" I said, wanting to surprise her, "I finished one of my drawings!"
"Really!?"
"Yes!" I flipped through my notebook to the right page. It was me as an angel, but I wasn't a traditional one. I was wearing some type of blue and white uniform. My hair was in its signature style and on the left side of me, there was a blue wing. I guess you can call it an angel in modern clothes.
"Oh, wow! An angel!" Ling exclaimed, forcing herself not to do a spit take, "That's awesome! I bet Piko will like you with this!"
I stopped, my whole body freezing as if you hit the pause button of this scene.
Ah, Piko... He's been my crush ever since last Valentine's. People always judged me in my type of guys. They say I pick odd ones, but what's so weird about them? It's just, I don't like people because of theor looks. You can have the most handsomest man in the universe, but that wouldn't exactly make you happy unless he cares for you. I like Piko for his personality; Sweet, smart, funny, caring, confident, and the list goes on.
Ling brought me back to reality by furiously waving her hand in my face.
"HEY!" Ling yelled, an annoyed look on her face, "Stop daydreaming! You know, I could just ask him out for you? After all, he's on my bus." Gosh, she didn't have to- Wait, excuse me?!
"Why didn't you tell me he was on your bus?" I whined, clinging on to her shirt.
"A-ahha, I forgot…I'll talk to him tomorrow, 'kay?" she sheepishly said, rubbing the back of her neck. I nodded, but a pout was perfectly still on my face.
What if he doesn't like me though? I guess I'll have to live with it then. The point on confessing is to get your feelings across, right? As long as I get my feelings out, I'll be able to live. It's hard to live bottled up for the rest of your life. If he rejects me, I'll start crying, but his smile will make me better even if it's not directed to me. Ahh, love is too complex for my understanding. But the bad luck still haunts me…
I lookes through the glass window. Bright orange, dark red, and yellow leaves dance with the chilly breeze as they fell from the tall maple trees. A light blue is casts over the sky as the fluffy, white, clouds move along, forming different shapes for children to guess at. And the sun's rays, not only lighting and warming up the weather, but also my fragile heart and my hope for a sprouting love. A small smile formed on my face and I could feel my cheeks color.
Maybe…he'll like me back…
Haha, left ya on a cliffie! Just saying, I am not continuing this one-shot since I'm making more one-shots for this. Wonder what happened to me after my friend told him? I'll only tell you...if you answer this question correctly...
QUESTION A: Where did you think this idea was from?