The shitty writing continues. This time with a Modern AU. If it sounds familiar to you, it's probably because it's based on the video, (REMAKE) Love Language, I'll link it at the end of the story if you're interested.

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. If I did White Rose and Bumbleby would already be canon.

Yang Xiao Long, a stunning beauty. How could she not be? With her luxurious blond hair that falls short of her waist and those mesmerizing amethyst eyes that seem to stare into the depths of one's soul.

Her beauty makes her a subject of suitors. She has men and women looking for her hand. Yang doesn't really care for them though. It's not like they actually cared for her, all they cared for is her body.

If it wasn't obvious, Yang doesn't like to study. The only way she ends up studying is when Ruby's girlfriend, Weiss, forces her to. Studying is the last thing she would think of doing, on a nice beautiful day. What she loves doing is writing. She writes songs, poems, short stories, anything! On nice days like today she loves to go on walks.

Yang is walking down the road leading to the local park. Walking like this was peaceful. It brought peace to Yang. The sun's bright rays bounced of her beautiful blond hair, the slight breeze brushing her face, and the birds chirping brought great joy to Yang. The little things in life makes things so much better.

She glanced at her usual table, the one she's been sitting in every time she took walks like this. It was occupied by someone. The girl sitting in the table was beautiful. Yang couldn't take her eyes off her, everything about her screamed for Yang to go talk to her.

The said girl wasn't paying attention to Yang's gawking. Once in a while the wavy black hair would brush her nose and her nose would twitch. Her golden eyes peered down only at her notebook, jotting words down every so often. The bow on her head only added an element of innocence. She was beautiful. Yang couldn't take her gaze off of the dark haired beauty.

Yang didn't know how long she was staring. She walks over the table, sitting on the other end of the bench. The girl glanced up, and gave a small smile. Yang's heart skipped beat, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. What is this feeling? Had this ever happened before? This was so new, and she didn't even know the girl!

Yang grinned at the girl. She reached to grab her pen. Only to find that it wasn't there. Had she walked all the way here and not have a pen? She let out a groan. Yang glanced over at mysterious beauty, she has pens.

"Um excuse me, can I borrow a pen?" Yang said in a nervous tone.

There was no response from the dark beauty.

Yang decides to give it another try. She tapped the golden eyed girl's shoulder, "can I borrow a pen?". The girl looked up, a bit confused and tilted her head a bit, and pulling out and ear bud. It made sense to Yang now. "Can I borrow a pen?" she said pointing at the golden eyed girl's pen. Her golden eyes lit up and she smiled and nods, handing Yang a spare pen.

Yang takes the pen and gave her a thankful smile. "Thanks! I appreciate it!"

For a while Yang didn't write. She glanced around the park, but the usual beauty of nature wasn't inspiring her. Then Yang glanced towards the girl. God was she beautiful. That's when Yang picked up the pen and started to write. She would only stop to take occasional glances at the black haired girl.

Yang looked at the time, it was nearly time to pick up Ruby from Weiss's house. She took another glimpsed over at the mysterious girl.

Yang tapped the girl's shoulder again. "Seriously, thanks for letting me borrow this!" Yang grinned and handed over the pen back to her.

The smiled taking the pen, and gave Yang a small nod.

Yang's grin got bigger, she stood up and waved. "Bye! I hope I see you again"

The mysterious girl's eyes flickered a bit and she nodded.

Yang walked off. Today was a good day, definitely a good day. She met an incredible girl. Yang turned around and took a final glance at the golden eyed girl. She definitely wants to see those eyes again.

The next day, Yang had finished up her chores around the house and left immediately after. She took the most direct path to the park. She really wanted to see that girl again. She wanted to feel those butterflies fluttering in her belly every time she smiled. The great Yang Xiao Long, the woman who swooned men and women alike, is smitten with a girl who she's only met once and has no idea what her name is.

Yang sat down on the bench. She looked around, no signs of the girl. The only people who passed by were people walking their dogs and the occasional jogger, but no mysterious dark haired beauty. For a while, Yang wanted to leave. She's been sitting there for two hours waiting, there's no telling if the girl will show up. Just as Yang was about to stand up to leave, someone sat down next to her.

The dark haired beauty returned! She was actually there! Yang smiled at her and waved. She returned with her own small smile. Yang's heart was racing and the butterflies were back. Man this feeling was amazing.

They sat together in silence, it wasn't awkward or anything. It was peaceful. It was nice, her presence brought peace to Yang. As nice as it is she really wanted to talk to the girl.

"So what are you listening to?" Yang asked.

The girl peered over at her, and pointed to earbuds. Then she turned back and continued to write in her journal.

"Oh" Yang looked back down to her sticky notes and journal.

Yang glimpsed over at the girl again. Her hair was brushing her nose again. It was cute, this girl was too cute for her own good. It's a shame she can't hear me right now. Then an idea struck Yang.

On her sticky note Yang wrote "What are you listening to?" she stuck it on the space between them and placed the pad of sticky notes next to it.

Yang continued to write in her journal, taking a glance once in a while at the girl. To her surprise, the girl had written something back. It read "To something special :)"

The golden haired girl smiled brightly. She wrote back! Yang quickly wrote something down. "Can I listen to it?"

The dark beauty wrote back again. "No! I'm too embarrassed!"

Yang giggled at the note. "Aww, maybe another time! What's your name?"

"I'm Blake, you?" Blake wrote smiling.

"I'm Yang! How old are you?" – Yang (AN: I got tired of writing actions after the messages)

"I'm 19." – Blake

"Same! I haven't seen you around, do you live near here?" – Yang

"I don't think I should be revealing that to strangers" – Blake

"Good point. Why are you writing with a broken pencil? It's POINTLESS" Yang said pointing at her dull pencil.

"That was terrible. Stop." – Blake

You could practically hear Blake groan through her note.

"You loved it ;)" – Yang

"No one likes puns" –Blake

"But their PUNNY" – Yang

"STOP. PLEASE." – Blake

Her giggles began to invade Yang's senses. It was intoxicating and it was blissful.

"Blake are you a Taser? Because you're stunning ;)" – Yang

Blake groaned.

"Oh God. You did not." – Blake

"I believe I did." – Yang

"Please, no more. I don't think I can handle another pun" – Blake

"You know I used to be addicted to soap, but I'm clean now" – Yang

An even more audible groan came from Blake, but after that came a small giggle. Yang really liked her giggle.

"As much as I'm enjoying myself right now, I have to go home" – Blake

"Aww that's too bad! Can I get your number?" – Yang

"I actually don't have one…" – Blake

"No way! That's a lie if I've ever heard one!" –Yang

"No I actually don't have a phone!" – Blake

"Boooo" –Yang

"Haha. If you like I'll be here again tomorrow." – Blake

"That sounds like a plan :)" – Yang

Blake stood up and left. Before she left the park she looked back at Yang smiled and waved. Yang of course waved back with an even wider grin.

Did that seriously just happened? That was completely unreal! Yang's heart was pounding and the fluttering in her belly wasn't stopping. She didn't want them too.

By the next day, Yang was already at the park writing in her journal. Patiently waiting for Blake to show up. There were a lot of things to be said about Yang. She was a brute (Weiss), a protective sister (Ruby), a slacker (Goodwitch), but no one ever said that she'd be someone to fall in love at first sight. It's bizarre, she told Ruby about her conversation with Blake and Ruby already thinks that Blake is perfect for Yang. Is it crazy that Yang thinks so too?

Blake strolled up placed a note on Yang's journal. "It's nice to see you again". Yang smiled.

"You're late" – Yang

Blake shoved Yang, "I am not!" Both girls giggled

"Mhmm" – Yang

The two continued to exchange notes. It's not unusual for Yang to get friendly with people quickly, but it was different with Blake. It wasn't just friendship. Being with Blake made Yang do things she wouldn't usually do. Yang never finishes her chores early! Never once in her 19 year of existence has she finished her chores before she left the house. Plus, Yang never wakes up early! Usually at this time, Yang was still in bed. Blake's presence just made things different.

"Do you want to listen to my special song?" Blake wrote.

"Of course!" Yang wrote.

Blake handed Yang her earbuds, and Yang placed them in her ears.

"That strange, I don't hear anything" Yang said.

Blake began moving her hands. It made sense now, why Blake didn't hear her. Why she didn't talk to her, and why she had earbuds. It was like piecing together a puzzle, Blake was deaf.

Yang began writing on the sticky note. "It doesn't matter. You're still beautiful. And call me crazy, but I think I'm falling for you."

Blake's eyes glanced at the small piece of paper. Golden eyes were wet, and she sniffled.

Although, the letters were smeared with tears. Yang managed to read what Blake had written down.

"That's good, because I was thinking the same thing."- Blake

Yang's heart swelled and her eyes became teary.

"Do you want to grab some coffee?" – Yang

"That's bold of you. So is this a date?" – Blake

"Only if you want it to be" – Yang

"Good, because I definitely want to go on a date with you" – Blake

To be continued? Maybe?

Link to (REMAKE) Love Language: watch?v=lmq321zjkvs

Thanks for reading my amateur writing, it actually means a lot. It'd be great if you reviewed it and give me a couple of pointers?