Beat About the Bush.
Chapter 1: Rhinestones.
Connie's room was a cozy size: big enough for essentials, but not too large. Rosy, bright light flooded through the window, bouncing off each golden corner of the room. Her floor was lined with a fluffy, beige carpet, which Steven could feel wrapping around his little pink toes as he stood, admiring the space around him. Opposite her small single bed was an old, oak dresser on which Connie kept many of her personal items; including creams, jewelry, small trinkets and a little emerald journal.
"So, welcome to my den! It's usually a lot more tidy than this, so excuse the mess,"
Connie said, following him in to her room, fixing items that laid upon her dresser and desk. Steven found it hard to think of a room anymore tidy than the one he stood in.
"If this is messy, then what's tidy?"
Steven joked.
"My parents' standards are very high, unsurprisingly. Can you wait here a second? I need to use the bathroom,"
Connie called as she rushed to the bathroom across the hall.
"Sure thing!"
Steven walked up to the desk, holding the many treasures in Connie's possession, the small emerald journal being most attractive. Its edges were studded with glossy artificial rhinestones that split the light shining through them in to dozens of streams varying in shades of green. The book sat appealingly, almost too irresistible for Steven not to touch.
He knew it was wrong, he knew it was an invasion of her privacy, but Steven was known for having his curiosity control his actions, and this is what exactly happened here. He turned over the cover to the first page; an impressive watercolor painting of a blue bird. The next page, a sketch of a group of butterflies.
I never knew Connie was so artistic! Knowing how controlled her life is, this must be her only creative outlet.
Steven thought to himself as he continued to flick over the pale, thick pages. As he found himself deeper in the journal, picture collages became more common; many of which were photos of himself and Connie. On the next page, things grew stranger. A full page with his name spelt out of tinnier ones appeared. It was the same for the next page too. Confused and strangely flattered, Steven was about to turn the next page before he heard a toilet flushing, making him jump and slam the diary closed.
"Steven! Wanna play that new game you got? I've got the right controllers,"
A voice called from the hallway.
"Y-yeah! Coming!"
Steven stuttered as he spoke, blushing at what he had just read, but also trying to decipher its meaning. For now though, he pushed it to the back of his mind as to enjoy an afternoon with his best friend.
Hope you guys like this new fanfic! I'm trying to focus on the embarrassing and awkwardness of having a first crush, and I thought who better to star the story that Steven and Connie! See you guys later and remember, you're amazing and really important to me! Love you all!