Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction ever written. I wanted to give some background before I started. I plan to make this story a short story, perhaps 4 chapters, and segway it into a much larger, more expanded fic. That fic will cover what is in this story, and further into Drew's senior year.
This story will not have any straight up confessions or Drew and Monika openly going out. It will make hints and steps towards it, and of course will have much fluff, but ultimately I will save that for the next story. Enjoy the story everyone!
Disclaimer: I do not own Doki Doki Literature Club. All rights go to Dan Salvato and his amazing team.
My name is Andrew. I'm 18 years old, a senior at my high school. My friends call me Drew. Well, my one friend. She and I have been friends since childhood, and even when I moved to a new region, she moved right along with me in just a few months. Her name is Sayori.
She is, in a nutshell, a bundle of sunshine. She constantly finds the positives in anything, even when it's remotely impossible. She finds ways to be happy every single day, and she also is the only reason why I even try to get up in the morning. There's nothing romantic between me and her, it's kinda like getting up early full of energy because you're about to spend the day with your best friend.
I guess I'm overexaggerating a bit when I say Sayori is my only friend. There are a few guys who I consider to be 'school friends', as in I will hang out with them while I'm at school, but currently only Sayori is someone who I'm comfortable with outside of school. Since me and her have polar opposite personalities, it's not hard for Sayori to make friends. In fact, within a few DAYS of starting school, she joined a club. A literature club, to be exact.
I don't even know why Sayori decided to join. She's never really been into reading. I mean, she's moderately interested, certainly more than I am, but not enough to spend an hour of her day after school for a club. But I can't make her decisions for her and to be honest, the things she's been telling me about this so-called literature club are, so far, not terrible. First of all, there are only girls in the club.
I know I'm a recluse and a nerd, but I also went through puberty, just like everyone else. Take Sayori out of the picture, nothing will happen between me and her, and there are 3 other girls in that club. Secondly, the idea of a club kinda interests me, since I'm noticing that locking myself in a room after school every day is starting to take a toll on my health, physically and mentally. I keep telling myself that I should open up and start being a little more social, but I can never bring myself to do it. I get lonely sometimes.
It's 8 in the morning, and I'm about to start my walk to school, when I hear Sayori's voice behind me. We're neighbors, so it's really easy to just wait for each other to walk to school together.
"Heeeyyy! Drew, wait up!" Sayori sprints over to me, huffing and wheezing. She grabs her knees for support and stops for a moment to catch her breath. "Jeez Drew, you're in such a hurry today! You gotta wait for me too, ya know!"
"I just started to walk out of my house in the most easygoing fashion possible, you're the one running like a maniac out your front door Sayori," I teased as Sayori puffed out her cheeks in protest.
"That's mean Drew! I always have to be ready for school every day! Would you rather me walk out all gloomy and depressed?" Sayori challenged. It's pretty easy to get her riled up, but that's why we're friends. Our contrasting personalities have us arguing over little things like this, in a friendly manner. But it's these little things that make me glad Sayori is there to cheer up my otherwise boring day.
"Yeah yeah, ok Sayori. We all know you're the human embodiment of optimism. Now, are you gonna start walking or are you gonna make us both late for class? It's 8:10, class starts at 8:20." Realizing the time, Sayori and I make a mad dash for the school, and thank God we get there in the nick of time. I've just plopped myself down into my seat when the bell rings and school officially begins.
I think the best word to describe school every day is 'uneventful'. It's challenging enough to pique my interest and I'm definitely not the dumbest person out there, especially when it comes to math and English. But when you repeat the same routine every day, with no one else but Sayori and a few guy friends to entertain you, it gets a little dull. Another reason why I want to check out this literature club Sayori keeps bringing up. Mind you, that's not my first reason. The school day drags on and on, with myself nearly falling asleep in world history. Only until I lock myself in the privacy of our school music room do I feel life coming back into me.
I forgot to mention that I play the violin. I've been playing since I was 4, so I'd say I have some experience as a player. As I pick up my instrument, I feel a wave of emotion and adrenaline punch through me. Letting that pent up emotion flow free, I lose myself in the notes of the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto. Suddenly, I look up to see a girl looking at me through the doorway. Although it was brief, I catch a glimpse of her long chestnut hair and striking emerald eyes. As soon as I make eye contact with her, she blushes, waves, and quickly walks out of sight.
Why did she wave to me when she left? Do I know her? Shrugging it off, I go back to practicing, not noticing the door gently prop open. I open my eyes to see Sayori, practically nose to nose with me. I give a yelp and jump back. "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that to me Sayori?! And how did you even find me here?"
Sayori giggles and politely steps away. "Sorry, sorry Drew. I just can't help it sometimes. It's so funny when you're scared. Also, you basically are either in the classroom or in the music room after school, so it's not really that hard to find you," she remarks as we start to head out of the music room. "By the way Drew, have you decided on a club you want to join this year?" Crap. Looks like Sayori did remember what I told her during the summer. This is my chance to join that literature club she's been talking about though, so I pounce on the opportunity.
"Yeah actually, I have decided. Sayori, weren't you saying you were in a literature club of sorts?" I watch in amusement as Sayori blinks, drops open her mouth, then squeals and starts hugging me.
"Oh my god Drew! You're going to join the literature club? THAT'S SO AWESOME!" Sayori jumps up and down while I stand there with a stupid grin on my face.
"Calm down now. Yes, I'm going to join. It sounds interesting enough, and I haven't gotten the chance to read anything interesting ever since the school started to load textbooks into our curriculum," I told her. Sayori, still a little hyper, beckons for me to follow her as she leads the way through the school up to the second floor. She stops by a classroom and motions for me to wait outside while she preps everything. I hear her basically yelling through the door.
"Hey guys! I just got us a new member and he's going to join today! He's super excited-"
"Hold on, hold on. Did you just say 'he'? God Sayori, when we said we wanted more members, we didn't say to bring in some sweaty, desperate boy who's probably only joining to drool over us," one girl cuts in. Ouch. That one hurts. Although she's not entirely wrong.
"Calm down, Natsuki. I'm sure Sayori has nothing but good intentions bringing this new member in. He has to like literature if he wanted to join this club, so we know that much about him. You can't critisize him if you don't even know him," replied another girl.
"Yuri has a point. Natsuki, you shouldn't be so worried. If you feel threatened or if this new member acts in any way hostile or makes us feel uncomfortable, I'll personally dismiss him," piped in the last girl. There was a hint of venom in her voice as she spoke. I shuddered a little bit.
Sayori jumps in. "Guys! I don't like fighting! How about we stop speculating about how mean or rude or perverted our new club member is going to be (cause he's NOT!) and just welcome him wholeheartedly!" This is why Sayori needs to be a part of clubs like this. She always adds a lightheartedness to the atmosphere and knows how to break up an argument. Even if that argument is about how 'sweaty' and 'desperate' I am as a person. Everyone agrees with Sayori, as always, and she swings out the door to grab my hand. "Drew, are you ready?"
I gulp. Only now do I realize how weirdly nervous I am. I suddenly feel so inferior to all these girls, even if I don't know how they look like (yet) or how they act. I steel myself, put on a pleasant face, and saunter into the room.
I survey the faces of the 3 girls opposite me. One is extremely short with hot pink hair. One is tall, mature, and sophisticated-looking with dark purple hair. And the last one is...-hold on. Those emerald eyes. That chestnut hair with the white ribbon. This is the same girl who was looking through the door when I was playing the violin. The one who blushed and ran away when I finally noticed her. In fact, she seems to recognize me, and that same deep ruby blush overtakes her cheeks as she makes a small muffled noise, yet she recomposes herself in a matter of seconds, without anyone but me noticing.
Suddenly, I remember her name. I never had to say it much last year, because she and I were in totally different social groups, even if we were in the same classes. While I found myself mildly challenged by the academics, she surged through the course material, always the first one finished with her test and leaving the rest of the class behind in the dust. She was popular, smart, beautiful, any trait that defined the perfect human being. And here she was, standing right in front of me.
"Monika."