The Muse Hotline

Chapter Two: Greeting

AN: Yeah, yeah, I know. 'Took you long enough!' you're saying. I've been busy and I had no inspiration. Still don't. Anyone who's reading this, thanks for sticking with it despite my taking forever.

Ding dong.

"I'll get it!" hollered Sam to her mom as she ran down the hall to the front door.

She whipped the door open.

There was a boy standing at the door with a box as big as he was.

"Delivery for Samantha Fielding."

"That's me!" she said.

"Sign here."

She signed. He left, leaving her with a box.

Carefully, she reached towards it. It opened before she touched it, and someone stepped out.

"That's a relief." he murmured quietly to himself, stretching a little. Then he turned to face her. Sam recognized him immediately.

"Ryou?" she asked.

"Yes." he answered politely.

"Great! Ok, come on in."

He walked quietly behind her until they reached her room. Then he stopped in the doorway, looking embarrassed.

Sam turned and looked at him oddly. "My computer is in here."

"Oh."

She settled in on the computer chair. "So. Have you ever been a muse before?"

Shyly, he nodded. "Once."

"How did it go?"

"It was alright."

"Who was it for, or am I not allowed to ask that?"

He smiled shyly. "You can ask, but I'm not supposed to answer." He was also still standing up, Sam noted.

She looked at him oddly again. "You can sit down, you know. You don't need to wait for me to invite you to or anything."

Ryou settled into a spot on her bed, picking up one of her books and flipping through it.

Her fingers were twitching. She opened up the file and put her cursor on the page.

And the words just started flowing.

AN: I know it's short. I know it's pointless filler. I know there is no real plot to this story. But I believe I mentioned that there was no real plot at the beginning. I also think that I mentioned that I have no inspiration for this story.

I'm hoping to be struck with a brainwave for this fic soon, but until then, this will go back to its long wait for updates.