Yay, another one ? I'm on a roll ! I guess I'll try to upload everyday or something. I dunno. Whenever I get the inspiration, hm ? They're short little stories, anyway. I sort of let myself go whenever I was writing this. So it's either going to suck or be incredibly .. uh .. awesome ? Fff.
Once again, random title. You can ponder all about it, if you want.
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Guy/Sync
AU/Canon: Alternate universe. Because I don't think Auldrant has cellphones yet.
Obviously, Tales of the Abyss does not belong to me. So. Yeah.
O2.
Ring. Ring. Ring. One new message.
Black gloved hands reached for the phone, green eyes staring at the screen.
To: Sync
From: Guy
Message:
I love you.
His lips formed a thin line, hand clenching the phone to the point where it seemed like it was going to be crushed. Instead, he opted to throw the electronic. It landed with a thud on the floor after hitting the wall. The green haired male glanced at it before tearing his eyes away from it. He stared straight forward at the wall, a hand resting at his thumping heart. He hated how he felt; it was almost nauseating to think he'd be so ecstatic and flushed when reading just simple words the other sends through text.
Ring. Ring. Ring. One new message.
His body tensed, hands now curled into balls . Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone, you fucking liar! He chanted in his head, teeth digging deep into his bottom lip as he attempted to stay calm so he wouldn't wake up the other occupants of the house. He hated him. He hated him. He hated him. He hated him for everything. For how the blonde was perfect in so many ways. For how the blonde was someone. He inhaled again, exhaling the next. He contradicted himself constantly.
Curiosity took over after several minutes of hesitation. Getting up from his bed and retrieving the phone, he glanced at the message.
To: Sync From: Guy
Message:
I love you.
The phone greeted the wall again. It greeted it again after the same text had been sent.
Gloved hands slowly began to make his own message as buttons were pressed. He hit the green button, clenching the phone before he let it rest on his bedside table. The boy crawled back onto the bed, clutching the sheets.
To: Guy
From: Sync
Message:
Liar. Liar. Even if .. you say it 813 times, you're lying.
Ring. Ring. Ring. One new message.
The blonde blinked, glancing down at the phone he held.
He smiled and chuckled.
To: Sync
From Guy:
Message:
And you're an even bigger liar, Sync.
I wonder if anyone actually catches what's going on at the end.
Uhh .. Review, maybe ? I'm thinking about taking requests.
Yeah, I'm going to take requests. Give me a scenario and I'll try to write it.