DDLC but Dave and the Applecore trio are in it [ACT 1, DAY 1-2]

A/N: Welcome to my first spin-off!!!!! The events showed here aren't canon to the book so don't worry. Also YOU will be inside this "sub-series". Your gender is female (if you aren't imagine you are). Some things will be already chosen while others are completely up to you, this is because making it fully free-of-choice is too difficult for me.
Also I'm sorry for the big delay, the original idea was to put the ENTIRE act 1 in one chapter but it was too long and hard so I divided everything in various parts

WARNING: There are mentions of depression and suicide
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Day 1

I'm quietly walking to school when a familiar voice calls me

???: Heyyyyyy!

I see an annoying guy floating towards me from the distance, waving his arms...or better hands in the air like a child. That guy is Bandu, my neighbour and good friend since we were children. You know, the kind of friend you'd never see yourself making today, but it just kind of works out because you've known each for so long? We used to walk to school together on days like these, but starting around high school he would oversleep more and more frequently, and I would get tired of waiting up. But if he's going to chase after me like this, I almost consider running away. However I just sigh and stop in front of the crosswalk and let Bandu catch up to me.

Bandu: *pants* Sorry, I overslept again but I reached you this time!

You: Maybe, but only because I decided to stop and wait for you

Bandu: Hmph, you say that like you were thinking about ignoring me!

You: Well, what if people stare at you for acting weird? I don't want them to think we're a couple or something

Bandu: Fine, fine but you waited for me, after all. I guess you don't have it in you to be mean even if you wanted to

You: Whatever you say, Bandu

Bandu: Hehe

We cross the street together and make our way to school. As we draw near, the streets become increasingly speckled with other syudents making their daily commute

Bandu: By the way, Y/N...have you decided on a club to join yet?

You: A club? I told you already, I'm not interested in joining any club. I haven't been looking, either

Bandu: Huh? But you told me you would join one this year!

You: Did I?

I'm sure it's possible that I did, in one of our many conversations where I agree with whatever he's going on about without listening. Bandu worries a little too much about me, he has always been like this even though I'm perfectly fine just getting by on the average while spending my free time on games and Netflix

Bandu: Hey!

I snap back to reality

Bandu: Are you there?

You: Yeah, just zoned out

Bandu: I was talking about how I'm worried that you won't learn how to socialize or have any skills before college

You: Says the one who stays on his phones 24/7

Bandu: Hey! At least I'm used to the real word and I won't be becoming a NEET!

Well, he's not wrong

Bandu: You trust me, right? Don't make me keep worrying about you

You: Alright, alright...I'll look at a few clubs if it makes you happy, no promises though

Bandu: Will you at least promise me you'll try a little?

You: Yeah, I guess I'll promise you that

Bandu: Yayyy!

Why do I let myself get lectured by such a carefree boy? More than that, I'm surprised I even let myself relent to him. I guess seeing his worry so much about me makes me want to ease his mind at least a little bit, even if he does exaggerate literally everything

Later at school...

The school day is as ordinary as ever, and it ended before I could even blink. After I pack my things, I stare blankly at the wall, looking for a bit of motivation

You: Clubs...Bandu wants me to check up some clubs. I guess I'll start with the photography club since it looks easy...

I talk to myself

Bandu: Hellooo?

You: Bandu?

He must have come into the classroom when I was spacing out. I look around and realize I'm the only one left in the classroom

Bandu: I thought I'd catch you coming out of the classroom, but I saw you just sitting here and zoning out so I came in. Honestly you're even worse than me sometimes...*giggles* I'm impressed!

I laugh with him

You: I guess you're right. You don't need to wait up for me if it's going to make you late to your own club by the way

Bandu: Well, I thought you might need some encouragement, so I thought...

You: You thought?

His expression lights up

Bandu: That you could come to my club!

You: Bandu...

Bandu: Yeah?

You: There is no way I'm going to your club

He frowns a little

Bandu: Oohhh c'mon!

Bandu is vice president of the literature club. Not that I was even aware that he had interest in literature, given the fact he always navigates on his phones and that he thought it would be fun to help start a new club. Since he was the first one to show interest after the one who proposed the club, he inherited the title of "Vice president". That said, my interest in literature is shorter than a smurf

You: Yeah, I'm going to the photography club

Bandu: C'mon please?

You: Why do you care so much, anyway?

Bandu: Well...I kind of told the club yesterday I would bring a new member...and Bambi made roasted corn and everything...heheh...

Oh my god, why do you always end up like this?

You: Ugh, don't make promises you can't keep!

I can't tell if Bandu is really that dumb or if he planned all of this out

You: *long sigh* Fine...I'll stop for some corn, ok?

Bandu: Yes, let's go!

And thus, today marks the day I sold my soul for some roasted corn. I dejectedly follow Bandu across and upstairs, a section of the school I rarely visit, being generally-used for third-year classes and activities. Bandu vigorously swings open the classroom door

Bandu: Everyone! The new member is here!

You: I told you, don't call me a new member-

I glance around the room

??? 1: Welcome to the literature club. People don't come here often so it's a pleasure meeting you. Bandu always says nice things about you

??? 2: Seriously? A girl? We aren't transforming this into an harem

??? 3: Ah, Y/N! It's nice to see you again, welcome to the club!

You: ...

I can't form a single word. This club...is full of incredibly cute boys!!!

??? 2: The heck are you staring at?

You: S-sorry...

??? 1: Bambi...

The angry boy, whose name is apparently Bambi, is one I don't recognize. He looks like Bandu but still. His extremely small figure makes him look like a toddler. He is also the one who made roasted corn, according to Bandu

Bandu: Sometimes he gets moody, don't mind him

Bandu says that quietly into my ear, then turns back towards the other guys

Bandu: Anyways this is Bambi, always full of energy. And this is Dave, the smartest in the club!

Dave: *looks away* N-not really...

Dave, who appears more mature and timid, seems to have a hard time keeping up with people like Bandu and Bambi. I understand him

You: Ah...well, it's nice to meet both of you

Bandu: And it sounds like you already know my bro, is that right?

Forgot to say it, Expunged is Bandu's older brother

Expunged: That's correct

Expunged smiles greatly

We do know each other, well we rarely talked but we were in the same class last year. Expunged was probably the most popular guy in class: smart, handsome, powerful. Basically, completely out of my league. So, having him smile at me so genuinely feels a little...

You: Y-you too, Expunged

...particular even though he always has a great smile plastered on his face...somehow

Bandu: Come sit down, Y/N! We made room for you at the table, so you can sit next to me or Expunged. I'll get the corn-

Bambi: Hey! I made it, I'll get it!

Bandu: Hehe ok

Dave: Then, how about I make some tea as well?

The boys have a few desks arranged to form a table. As Bandu mentioned, it's been widened so there is one space next to him and one next to Expunged. Bambi and Dave walk over to the corner of the room, where Bambi grabs a wrapped tray and Dave opens the closet. Still feeling awkward, I take a seat next to Bandu. Bambi proudly matches back to the table, tray in hand

Bambi: Okaaaay, are you ready? ...ta-daa!

Bandu: Woahhh!

Bambi lifts up the foil off the tray to reveal a dozen yellow and black cobs, slathered with butter and sprinkled with salt

Expunged: Wow, you didn't burn them this time, Bambi

Bambi: Shut up and take one!

Bandu grabs one first, then Expunged, I follow

Bandu: 👌🏻

Bandu does that gesture while stuffing his mouth and somehow managing to get some grains on his cheeks. I bite it down. The taste is a mix of sweetness and saltiness

You: This is really good. Thank you, Bambi

Bambi: Yeah whatever

Sure that he is a mood

Dave returns to the table, carrying a tea set. He places a teacup in front of each of us before setting down the teapot next to the cupcake

You: You keep a whole tea set in this classroom?

Dave: Don't worry, we have the permission. After all, doesn't a hot cup of tea help you enjoy a good book?

You: Uh...I guess...

Expunged: Don't let yourself get intimidated, Dave's just trying to impress you

Dave: W-what?! No!

Insulted, he looks away

Dave: I meant that, you know...

You: I believe you. Well, tea and reading might not be a pasttime for me, but hey! At least I enjoy tea

Dave: I'm glad

Dave faintly smiles to himself in relief. Expunged raises an eyebrow, still keeping his smile

Expunged: So, what made you consider joining the literature club?

You: Um...

This is the last question I wanted to answer. Should I tell him...? I sigh

You: I was dragged here by Bandu...

Expunged: Typical of him

You: Seriously?!

Expunged: Yes! Last month he pushed 2 people here. Bambi yelled at him, making him cry. Those poor people were standing there, awkwardly watching the scene while I couldn't contain my laughter

Expunged laughs a bit while reminiscing, I laugh with him

You: I can't believe it!

Expunged: It's real!

You: Getting back on topic, yeah I was dragged by him but this club seems interesting

Expunged: That's ok, we'll make sure you feel at home. As president of the club, it is my duty to make it fun for everyone

You: Weren't you the leader of the hacker club?

Expunged: I was, I started that club to teach students how to respond to hacking

He stops smiling. Why does he look weird now? Also, is that an annoyed expression?

Expunged: In a no time everything turned in a den of cheaters and I left the club. Dunno if it's still active or not cause I didn't want to hear about it ever again

Ok he looks rather mad, not just annoyed

Expunged: I prefer doing something I enjoy and make something special out of it and if it encourages others to get into literature, then my dreams is coming true!

Bandu: My bro is the best leader!

Dave nods quietly

Bambi: I wouldn't say the best but ye

You: Why there aren't more people here yet?

Expunged: Well, not many are interested in things that don't catch your attention like literature. You have to put a lot of effort to convince people it's fun. But it makes school events like the festival more important. I'm sure we can all really grow this club before we graduate, right everyone?

Bandu: Yeah!

Bambi: With all our strength!

Dave: We'll do our best

Everyone enthusiastically agrees. 4 different guys, all linked by the same goal...the feeling of confidence and determination fills the air. Seeing them united like this makes me smile and kinda want to remain in the club...though I still don't really know if I can keep up with their enthusiasm about literature...

Dave: So, what kind of things do you like to read?

You: Well...uh...

I don't read much, or better yes but it's all...how can I put it?

You: ...fanfictions...

I hear Bambi snickering and saying something I can't make up under his breath

Dave: At least it's something

Did he seriously accept that response?

You: What about you?

Dave: My favourites are science fiction novels. Exploration of futuristic worlds and infine possibilities. The imagination behind them is amazing. I always forget the reality due how impressive and immersive they are

Dave goes on, very passionate about his reading. He seemed so reserved when I walked in, probably he feels more comfortable with books, not around people

Dave: I like many other things too. Stories with violent crimes and invastigation are also catchy. Isn't it incredible how a writer can take you to another world with just a few words? I'm also into lovecraftian horror

You: Do creepypastas count?

Dave: Uhm...

Expunged: Really? I wouldn't have expected that for someone as gentle as you, Dave

Dave: I guess you could say that...

Bambi: I don't like horror...

Dave: Oh, why?

Bambi: It's that-

Bambi blocks himself suddenly and takes a rapid glance at me

Bambi: Nothing...

Expunged: We know, you usually like to write about things that indignate you

Bambi: Yeah

Expunged: And you also like cute things

Bambi: What?! No! It's a lie! You lying!

Expunged: You left a sheet of paper yesterday

Bambi: Huh???

Expunged: It looked like you were working on a cute poem called-

Bambi: SHUT UP! AND GIVE THAT BACK!

Expunged: *snickering* Ok ok

Bandu: Heheh, your shortness, your poems...everything you do is as cute as you are!

Bandu floats behind Bambi and squishes his cheeks

Bambi: Stop it! I'm not cute, I'm fierce!

Bandu: Whatever you say

You: Bambi, you write your own poems?

Bambi: Yes, why?

You: I think it's impressive, why don't you share them sometime?

Bambi lows a bit his gaze and remains still, like if he was thinking what to say

Bambi: No...not gonna do it

You: ...

Bambi: They aren't even that good

Dave: I understand you. Sharing your own writing takes more than just confidence, it's about being willing to open up to your readers, exposing your vulnerabilities and maybe showing some secrets too

Expunged: You sound like an expert writer. Maybe if you share some of your work, you can help Bambi feel comfortable enough to show his

Dave: Hmm...

You: It's the same for Dave...

Bandu: Aww...I wanted to read everyone's poems...

There is a moment of pure silence

Expunged: I have an idea!

We all look quizzically at Expunged

Expunged: Let's write a poem of our own! And next time we meet, we'll all share them with each other, that way everyone is even

Bambi: Uhm...

Dave: ...

Bandu: YESSSS! LET'S DO IT!

Expunged: Plus, now that we have a new member, I think it will help us get a little more comfortable with each other. Isn't that right, Y/N?

I still haven't truly decided if I want to stay in this club or not. This one is quite interesting but I have other clubs to look at. But their eyes look so enthusiastic...ok...that is, if writing poems is the price I need to pay in order to spend every day with these cute guys so be it

Expunged: I think with that, we can officially end today's meeting. Everyone remember tonight's assignment: write a poem to bring the next meeting. Y/N, I can't wait to see how you express yourself

Y/N: Y-yeah...

Me trying to impress the class star with my mediocre writing skills challenge (impossible). Meanwhile, the guys continue to chat as Dave and Bambi clean up their food

Bandu: Hey, Y/N, do you want to walk home together?

Yeah, it's been a while since we last walked home together. We stopped doing it because he always stayed after school for clubs

You: Sure

Bandu: Yay!

Outside the school...

The two of us leave the clubroom and make our way home. The whole walk, my mind keeps showing the images of the four guys: Bandu, Bambi, Dave and of course Expunged

At home...

Will I have a chance to grow closer with one of them? Am I at least good enough...? C'mon Y/N! Everything will be fine! I just need to do my best! And my best starts with writing a poem. I look at my surroundings trying to find an inspiration and something that reminds me {guy you prefer} comes to my mind. I got it! I'll dedicate him a poem, a friendly one. I hope {guy you prefer} will like it

Day 2

I walk into the classroom and start to set my things down toward one of the desks in the front row

Expunged: Hi again, Y/N! Glad to see you didn't run away on us, hahaha!

You: Heh, don't worry. It's a bit strange for me but I always keep my word

Yes, I'm back at the Literature Club. I was the last one to come in, so everyone else is already hanging out.

Dave: Thanks for keeping your promise, Y/N. I hope this isn't too overwhelming of a commitment for you. Making you dive headfirst into literature when you're not accustomed to it...

Bambi: Like she deserves any slack! Bandu told me you didn't even want to join any clubs either this year and last year! I don't know if you came here just for the corn or trying to get in our pants but if you don't take us seriously, I'll fucking smash your kneecaps!

I mean, I was going to join the photography club until Bandu...

Expunged: You have great courage to speak for someone who keeps an handmade dictionary of swears in the clubroom

He keeps WHAT?!

Bambi: SWEARS ARE LITERATURE!!!!!

God, my eardrums. How can he scream so loudly? However Bambi goes back to his seat, mumbling something in defeat. Swears might be funny, extreme and very emphasizing but they don't count as literature

Bandu: Don't worry guys. Y/N is always at her best as long as she's having fun. She helps with chores without even asking, like cleaning my room

Dave: How dependable

You: Bandu, I do that because your is unwalkable and it's mess is distracting

Dave: You're really good friends...

Dave says with a little sad tone

Bandu: You and Y/N can become great friends as well!

Dave: Uhm...

Y/N: Bandu?

Bandu: Huh?

I sigh Bandu is too oblivious to understand the situation he just put me in. Not that I would mind spending days with such a gorgeous man like Dave! But I hardly know him, so the thought of being at his house all the time...is a bit-

Bandu: Oh, Dave brought a gift you!

Dave: B-bandu!

You: For me...?

Dave: U-uhm...kind of...?

Bandu: C'mon, don't be shy!

Dave: It's nothing...

You: What is it?

Dave sighs

Dave: Bandu made it sound like a big deal when it's just a simple thing...

Bandu: Sorry, I wasn't thinking

Bandu rarely thinks when something excites him, he's always been like this. It's not a bad thing...but sometimes it's weird. Now let's fix Dave

You: Hey, it's ok. Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything in the first place so any nice gesture from you is a very pleasant surprise. I'll be happy no matter what it is

Dave: A-are you sure?

You: Yes! I won't make it a big deal if you don't want it to be

Dave: Alright then

Dave reaches into his backpack and pulls out a book

Dave: I didn't want you to feel excluded so I picked a book I thought you might enjoy. It's a short read, so it should keep your attention, even if you aren't a bookworm. And we could...uhm...you know...discuss about it...if you want...

He really picked a book he thinks I'll like, knowing I'm not a great reader. Dave, you're cute even without meaning to

You: Thanks! I'll give it a read

Maybe. Smiling, I put the book in my bag

Dave: I look forward to hearing what you think

Everyone finally settled in. I expect Expunged to kick off some scheduled activities for the club but he's chattering with Bandu in the corner. I catch Expunged glancing at me and smiling cheerfully

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BANDU'S ROUTE

Everyone seems busy with their own thing...I sit at a corner desk and chill. Between the tv series marathon of last night and the long day of classes, I could fall asleep pretty quickly. While my mind is turning off I catch a bit of Bandu and Expunged's conversation

Bandu: We'll seem lame compared to the other clubs...

Expunged: The festival is our chance to show what we are, we can't give up! The problem is that the idea of a literature club sounds too serious...

I start to feel sleepier and sleepier as they went on...

Bandu: Mhm...that doesn't solve the problem though...

Expunged: What do you mean?

Bandu: Even if we come with the funniest thing ever...

I try to listen to the rest of the conversation, but my eyes close and I descend into the dream world

10 minutes later...


I feel taps on my head.

Bandu: Wake uuuuup

I slowly open my eyes...only to see Bandu's face very close to mine. I jolt awake

You: What the fuck?!

Bandu giggles

You: Damn it, Bandu...

Bandu: This isn't the napping club

You: What if we had it?

I say jokingly

Bandu: Then I would happily join

He laughs

Bandu: You shouldn't stay up all night watching series on Netflix by the way

You: You take care of me more than you take care of yourself

Bandu: My best virtue!

He says proudly

You: But what about you...?

Bandu: Huh?

You: You worry a lot about my sleep schedule but you oversleep everyday, including today

Bandu: Not everyday!

You: How many times did you get up on time this week?

Bandu: Uhm...I didn't count! Yeah...

You: Right, you didn't count how much of a bullshit that excuse is

Bandu: Hey, don't be mean! It's a vague response that leaves doubt!

You: Anyone else could think that except me. And it's even blatant you never got up in time

Bandu: How?

Bandu has a confused face

You: You were in a rush this morning, weren't you?

Bandu: It was a sugar rush!

I don't buy it

You: Look at you, you didn't even wash your face, there is dirt around your eyes

I get up and start to run my fingers to the inner sides of Bandu's eyes, trying to remove the dirt. He jumps a bit, blushing lightly

You: Do you actually wash your face, Bandu?

Bandu: I-it's that I forget my eyes...

You: Mmhm...and your hat

Bandu: What?

You: It's awry

I reach up and straighten his hat. Then I notice something on his shirt

You: Is this a toothpaste stain?

Bandu: Yes but nobody noticed

You: How can a blue stain on a white shirt not be noticeable?

Bandu: Nobody said anything though

You: It's because they don't want to embarrass you

I lick my thumb to try and wipe off the stain from his shirt. I see his blush deepening, and he has a warm smile. That's when my eyes go a bit further down to his blazer

You: And...you don't keep your blazer buttoned up? And you wonder why don't you have a girlfriend

Bandu puffs his cheeks in a pout

You: You'll thank me later, trust me

I start to button up his blazer from the bottom

You: Once you see how much better you look, you'll have those bitches running over themselves trying to ask you out

Bandu: Hehehe, what does "bitches" mean?

Forgot he's too innocent

You: Nevermind, you'll have a lot of girls

Bandu: Well, I guess it's something I never thought about when I have you to help me with these kinds of things. You don't find it weird or anything?

You: Not unless you make it weird...

Bandu: Mm, it's okay though. I'm happy we're like this, aren't you?

You: It's not a bad thing

I don't even reach the middle button that I start to struggle

Bandu: Woah, be careful or it might come off!

You: Does this blazer even fit you?

Bandu: Well it did when I bought it...

You: If you tried buttoning it yourself, you'd know it doesn't fit you anymore

Bandu: Yeah...

His blush returns, along with a...ectastic smile

You: Why are you smiling?

Bandu: It means I got bigger!

He stops floating and I notice he's taller than me. I start to blush as well

You: Uh...

Bandu may have kept his cute face over the years but...I admit, he's kinda hot now

You: See?

I keep trying to button him despite the fact it's impossible

You: You look better now

Bandu: Too...tight...

He quickly unbuttons himself

Bandu: Phew, better!

Bandu floats around with his hands behind his head

Bandu: So if I keep it unbuttoned, I'll remain single, right?

You: I never said that! And why do you phrase it like it's a good thing?

Bandu: Because if I did she would never let you do this kind of things. And you take care of me better than anyone else in the world so I'm keeping it unbuttoned!

I can only sigh and smile

You: What am I gonna do with you?"

Bandu simply sways with an innocent smile, his hands swinging back and forth around him. He's so freaking adorable!

You: But you have to focus trying to wake up earlier

Bandu: Yeah and you should focus going to bed earlier!

You: That's a fair deal

Bandu: Hehehe I guess we really are better at taking care of each other than taking care of ourselves

You: Guess so

Bandu: Maybe you should, uhm...start coming over to wake me up?

You: If you really want me to, then-

Bandu and I look into each other's eyes for a while before-

Expunged: Okay everyone!

Bandu gives me another shy smile before we turn our attention to Expunged

Expunged: Is everyone ready to share today's poems?

Bandu: YEEEEES!!! I can't wait to read yours, Y/N!

You: Y-yeah...same...

I was hoping Expunged would forget, guess I'm gonna have to share my cringe writing. Sure that my phone-buddy is something special

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BAMBI'S ROUTE


I turn around and notice Bambi rummaging around in the closet. He mumbled something, "I swear I'll kill you" were the only words I could understand. He seems to be needing help so I approach him

You: Are you looking for something?

Bambi: Fucking Expunged...he always messes up my stuff! Ugh!

Bambi searches through some boxes

Bambi: Found it!

He pulls out an enormous book, probably handmade. It's titled "BAMBI'S SWEAR DICTIONARY"

You: Writing something big there, huh?

Bambi: If there is a dictionary for normal words then why not making one for swears?

You: You have a point

Bambi: Imagine all creative insults anyone can use thanks to this

You: That would be incredible!

He can be harsh but he's hella relatable. He puts the dictionary on the floor and starts moving the boxes. I see various sheets of paper. Curious, I take one. It says "Top 10 son-

Bambi: There it is!

Bambi quickly yet carefully snatches it out of my hand. He then turns to a ring binder of Top 10s and puts the sheet right into the middle of the rest.

Bambi: Much better! Having a messy archive is the one most irritating things in the world

You: I know right, it's horrible!

This guy is a clone of me, seriously. He takes the dictionary back and sits next to the wall

Bambi: Come here and help me invent new insults

You: Uhh, wouldn't chairs be a bit more comfortable?

Bambi: They won't work, we can't write and read at the same time like that

You: Why? It makes more sense this way ya know? Being closer...

I flash a small grin and wink at Bambi, while he gets flustered

Bambi: You're weird...

Bambi does a gesture with his hands -probably crossing his non-existent arms- and scoots an inch away from me. Maybe I went too far with that one. Still, seeing him acting that way is just too adorable

You: Weird as heck, hehe sorry

He opens the dictionary and leafs through until he reaches a began page. I slowly inch closer to him to have a better view of the pages

Bambi: I started letter F and couldn't come up with more words, any ideas?

You: Hmm...have you written..."faggot"?

Bambi: Yes

You: "Frigger"?

Bambi: Already wrote it

You: "Fatherfucker"?

Bambi: Long ago

I ran out of ideas

You: I give up, I'm not creative with insults

Bambi: Ok, I'll invent more another time

Bambi starts going back with the pages

Bambi: It's been so long since last time I looked at my old little poem words

You: Did you just call them "poem words"?

Bambi: Yes! Insults are like words for poems but harsher

This guys has his own logic...

You: "Eejit"? Never heard of it

Bambi: It's an irish slang for "idiot"

You: You really know them all

Bambi: Ye

You: How many swears have you written?

Bambi: Look for yourself

Bambi points the number of the page, it's 200

You: 200 pages?!!! Is it real?!!!

Bambi: Fucking real

He does a smug grin

Bambi: And some of them have really touching parts

Don't say that, don't say that...

You: Touching which parts~? My chest, my thighs or your penis~?

I say that...while getting so close to Bambi that my boobs literally touch his head. He jumps up and shoves me blushing a lot

Bambi: I MEANT TOUCHING A PERSON'S FEELINGS, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!

I can't help but laugh

You: It slipped out, whoops

Bambi: TELL THOSE KIND OF THINGS TO SOMEONE ELSE!

You: Anyway, want to go back to read?

Bambi stands there still, unsure if he wants to after what I said

You: I promise you I won't say dirty things

I give him a sincere smile

Bambi: Mhm...

He sits back next to me, guess that smile was convincing enough

Bambi: ...ok...

We get back to read the insults and their definition

You: Are you sure this isn't boring for you?

Bambi: It's not, why?

You: Because this is stuff you already wrote and you're just watching me read

Bambi: I'm...fine with that

You: If you say so...

Bambi: I gotta admit...it's pretty fun sharing something you like with someone else...

You: ...that you like

I add to tease him. He quickly shoves me again. Damn he's a lot stronger than he looks

Bambi: WHAT THE HELL?!

I giggle a bit while Bambi's cheeks turn red

You: So cute

Bambi: Shut up, I'm not cute! You promised me you wouldn't say those things!

You: Infact they weren't kinky

Bambi tries to think about something to say but remains speechless, heh I won

You: In the end it was fun reading that dictionary with you

Bambi: ...

He lows his gaze to the point I can't see his eyes anymore

Bambi: W-whatever...

Is that his way to agree? He glances at the dictionary another time

Bambi: At least I can keep it here

You: What do you mean? Can't you keep it at your house

Bambi: No, I feel like I can't. I don't know what my mom would do if she found it. At least it's safe here

Any normal parent wouldn't do much more than scold their sons or want them to stop, even if they don't approve their hobbies. His mother wouldn't...no, she can't

Bambi: Still, that idiot of Expunged keeps teasing me about it. I want to punch him in the face!

You: You know how leaders are made but hey, you've got me reading it!

Bambi: It's not much but yeah

You: It indeed is! You also enjoyed it right?

Bambi: K-kind of...and?

You: You've got someone who highly approves what you like...dare I say, a friend?

Bambi starts to blush profusely, quieting down once again. I guess he's not used to share his likings to anyone but if he does, he makes you participate...in his own ways. Participating in his interests makes me happy. Something I found very surprising is that underneath his angry and sassy behaviour he's...actually sweet

Expunged: Is everyone ready to share today's poems?

I was hoping Expunged would forget

Bambi: Could your timing be any worse?

Expunged: Sorry, just making sure we have enough time. You look pretty cozy there tho

Bambi: Huh?!

Bambi suddenly notices how close we are. He hastily slides himself a good foot away from me

You: We'll continue another time

Bambi: Yeah now let's get the poem thing over with

He's like me for real

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DAVE'S ROUTE

I want to talk with Dave, but what if I end up distracting him from reading? What is he reading...? It looks like the same book he got me, yeah it really is and he's only on the first pages

Dave: Huh?

He caught me staring at him in 4k. No turning back, I walk to him. Please don't make it awkward

You: Sorry, did I scare you?

Dave: No no, you're fine. I wouldn't have noticed you if I was focused

You: It's the same book you gave me

Dave: Yes, I wanted to re-read some of it. N-no reason though...!

You: So you got one for yourself and one for me, huh?

Dave opens his mouth to say something but sighs and nods

Dave: I think you'll enjoy it. It's a bit slow at the beginning but once it catches your attention, you won't put it down!

You: Really? Cuz it takes a lot to hold my attention

Dave: This one will surely get you! It will be like reading a fanfiction

I look at the cover. "The erased data". I stare at the eye on the greenish cover then I return to Dave

You: So what's it about?

Dave: Well, without spoiling too much...it's about a man who works in an anti-hacker team. While he was fixing a violated website he finds a long-lost file owned by the Cult of the Eye. The file is half corrupted and shows the eye in the book cover and an untranslatable inscription. The discovery doesn't reveal to be great because the secret services soon find out about it and think he's reviving the cult and -skipping the best part- he has to choose who to trust starts to fall apart

You: That...sounds screwed up

Dave actually giggles a bit

Dave: Not a fan of this sort of thing?

You: Not really, I've watched series and films along the same line before. They definitely grabbed my attention, I never thought about books working just as well

Dave: I certainly hope they can for you!

I don't think I can say something else. He seems so mature, so intelligent, so deep into what he's into, that I would feel way too intimidated to even try talking further. But then he's the shyest person on the planet when it comes to people

Dave: I love this type of stories, they bring you to look at life from new perspectives. Unexpected or bad things happens is because someone has their own goals. A philosophy under their actions

My eyes move to Expunged, who is still wrapped in his conversation with Bandu

You: Yeah...guess so...

Dave: I-I'm sorry! I'm rambling again and probably boring you...y-you don't have to stay, if you prefer the others company... I understand...

You: No, it's nothing like that, I promise

Dave: ...

You: I'm the one who should apologize because this a new thing for me. When you're explaining these topics to me it looks like I'm not interested but I actually am because I know how much it means to you and if I'm to spend time here I have to learn about the things that mean a lot to you. Isn't that what...you know...friends do?

Dave: I-i...

Dave looks away, blushing profusely before adding with a small smile

Dave: They do

You: Good! You know what, I have an idea

Dave: Hm?

You: Why don't we read together?

Dave: W-Wait! Right now..?!

You: Why not? We're here and you wanna discuss it, right?

I reach down to pick my copy of the book out of my bag

Dave: W-well yes but! I don't want to obligate you to read with me or to read it at all...I would like to discuss it but...

You: Then it's settled. Do you mind if I sit here?

Dave seems incredulous when I offer to sit at the desk next to him, save for him fidgeting with the bottom of his jacket again as he watches me

You: No, really. If you're unconfortable then-

I hesitate to sit down, getting ready to move in case he says-

Dave: NO!

He pauses at his outburst, then sinks lower into his wheelchair

Dave: I've just...never done this before

You: Neither have I, haha

He still seems a bit apprehensive.

You: Hey, if it ever gets too much or if I distract you, just let me know, okay?

Dave: A-Alright...

With that, I open the book and flip to the prologue. I begin to read...though the feeling of Dave being only a few inches away from me distracts me a bit. After a few moments, I notice why: he's not reading from his own copy, but from mine. He's literally reading with me. It feels...amazing! And comforting

Dave: S-Sorry!

You: Why? You apologize too much...

Dave: D-Do I..? I'm sorry, I don't- I mean...! It's-it's...uhm...

Dave buries his face in his hands while mumbling something

You: Hey

He looks up

You: If we're both reading from my copy, it'll probably be easier if we get a bit closer...if you're ok with it

Dave remains quiet for a few seconds then he nods and puts away his copy. I lean a bit more on him holding my book between the two of us

Dave: Yeah...it's better

My right hand is holding the right side of the book and his left hand holds the left. I turn the pages, he does the catching and the holding. So my left arm remains jobless and idles on my lap, while his right arm rests on the desk. While reading my eyes wander around and face Dave...wow, this shy bookworm is handsome!

Dave: Are you ready...

You: E-eh?

Shit, shit, shit I hope he didn't catch me staring at him again!

Dave: ...to turn the page?

You: Oh, right! Uh yeah I'm...still getting used to it...

Dave: That's alright. You're not used to reading so it's normal it takes you a bit longer. I don't mind being patient, it's the least I can do since you've been...so patient with me...

You: I appreciate that, thanks

I give him a sincere smile. As we continue reading, Dave no longer asks if I'm ready to turn the page.
I assume he finishes before I do and waits for me to catch up. If I think about it this feels...intimate in its own way. After we get through the prologue, a thought comes to mind

You: Ya know...the story reminds of someone

Dave: Who?

You: You

Dave: You...think so? How?

You: It's basic and simple at the beginning but it becomes more and more intricate as it progresses. It's also full of hidden messages. I can tell you were trying to decipher them while reading. I just wanna say "Keep up like that. Everyone may think you're boring or bland, but you have more colours than you imagine!"

I don't know if the hidden messages part is true because I invented it at the moment but Dave remains silent for a bit so...I guessed right?

Dave: Well...I suppose it has a lot of particular decimals that people find hard to understand

You: That's why only worthy people can read it. I'm sure everyone will like it if only they tried, especially when it's cool...like you

Dave locks eyes with me.

Dave: B-by "cool" you mean "great"...o-or....

Expunged: Ok, everyone!

Our eyes break from each other's gaze

Expunged: I think it's about time we share today's poems with each other. We might not have enough time if we wait too long

Dave: Right...

Expunged: Is that alright, Dave? I know you don't like this kind of things...

Dave: No, it's not that, I was just...

He briefly looks at me

Dave: ...was just getting to a good part...

He releases his hand from the book, and I close it from there

You: So, should I continue on my own or do we do it together?

Dave: Well...I don't have a preference...

You: I'll read by myself tonight to pick things up more so the next time we read together it will be funnier

Dave: That's a good reasoning. In that case, feel free to finish the first two chapters in your own time

You: Sure thing!

I make a mental note to actually remember to start with chapter one tonight, then slip the book back into my bag


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POEM SHARING
(The characters opinions are based on for who you wrote. I can't include all the possibilities because it's too hard for me. I hope you understand that)

Expunged: By the way did you remember to write a poem last night?

You: Yeah, I even looked at my surroundings to find an inspiration

Expunged: Oh is that so? Well I'm sure it came out fine! So now that everyone is ready, let's find a partner to share our poems with!

Bandu: Yayyyyyy, I can't wait!

Now is the time, I have to show them my poem. I think...I'll start with Bandu...he's my bestie, I'm more comfortable with him...

You: Bandu, you'll be the first to read my poem...

Bandu: Really?!!!

You: Yes

{Insert your poem here}

Bandu: *reads it* ...oh my God! This is sooooo good!

You: What?!

Bandu: I love it! I didn't know you were so good at writing!

You: C'mon, don't tell bullshit. I'm not that good. I literally looked around for half an hour just to find an inspiration (which is you...)

Bandu: Well I think it works! I might have to try that sometime, ahahaha!

You: Are you sure you're not just being nice because I wrote it?

Bandu: Uhm...well, partially, but I also understand you better than a lot of other people. So when I read it, it's not just a poem...it's Y/N's poem! And that's why it's special!

Bandu hugs the sheet against his chest

You: That's weird but thank you

Bandu: Hehe! Now it's your turn to read mine!

You: That's nice. It's really nostalgic and it sounds just like you

His expression lights up

Bandu: Really?

You: Yes, especially the last line. When did you record your last mukbang?

Bandu: The day before yesterday morning!

You: That explains why you showed up to school 3 hours later

Bandu: C'mon, mukbangs are fun! School is just overrated!

I giggle a bit

You: Well you're not wrong though. Thanks for showing me your poem

Bandu: No problem! It was so fun! Expunged had a great idea!

You: Ha, yeah...

I'm not that sure about the last statement

Bandu: Next time I'm gonna write the best poem ever!

You: Can't wait to read it

Now let's go to Bambi, I know he'll be sincere and won't sugarcoat anything but I'm self-conscious about my bad writing so his criticism won't make me sad

You: Hey Bambi-

Bambi: Let's get to the point

He's really fast forward...

You: Ok...

{Insert your poem here}

Bambi: *reads it* ...ok, let's start with the things I don't like

You: Like this? Right out of the gate? Alright

Bambi: First of all...

He falls silent and re-reads the poem.

Bambi: Uhm...

He's re-reading it again?

Bambi: ...never mind, I don't feel like giving you my opinion

You: Are you serious?! Then what's the point of sharing? I could have done something better instead of losing half an hour just to find an inspiration! (Which is you...) I just wanted to help you feel comfortable enough to share your poems!

Bambi: Uhhhh well I would be more comfortable sharing my poem if yours was bad...

Should I take it as a compliment or...?

Bambi: I expected you to show me a dumb poem then I'd go "It's not that great but let me show what real literature looks like!"

You: and showing me your full power

Bambi: Exactly!

At least he liked it, that's good enough for me

You: So, can I see yours now?

Bambi: Fine...but only because Expunged will make me. Here goes nothing

Bambi: I knew you wouldn't like it...

You: I like it

Bambi: What? Don't lie!

You: I'm not lying. What makes you think I am?

Bambi: Well! Because everyone in high school thinks that writing has to be complex and sophisticated so nobody takes mine seriously!

You: But poems are made to express feelings, who cares if it's simple or fancy?

Bambi: Yeah! I like it when it's easy to read, but hits you hard. Like this one. Seeing violence, injustice and the government that doesn't do anything about it pisses me off so I decided to write about it

You: Yeah, I get it

Bambi: And simple writing also means more wordplay. See how I put a rhyme between the first and the last line? It emphasizes the message

You: Dang, it really hits

Bambi: That's what it means to be a pro!

You: Thanks for teaching me something

Bambi: Heh, no probl-

You: You teached me that you shouldn't worry about what others think about your poems. They're your words, your feelings and they matter, no matter the style

I cut him off

Bambi: I-! Huh-! ...

You: Thanks for sharing your poem with me

Bambi huffs and a slight hint of blush appears on his cheeks

Bambi: Yeah...you too, I guess

Now is Dave's turn, he'll surely tell something super constructive, whether it's a compliment or criticism

You: Hey Dave, can you read my poem

Dave: Oh, uhm sure

{Insert your poem here}

Dave: *reads it* ...!

As Dave reads the poem, I notice his eyes lighten

Dave: Y/N, this is...this is exceptional!

You: Yeah, exceptionally bad

Dave: No! I actually mean it!

You: Really?

Dave: Yeah...

He then takes a deep breath

Dave: So...what kind of writing experience do you have?

You: None

I break it to him like this, it's the truth after all

Dave: B-but...your use of immagination and rhetorical figures...are you sure you haven't written a lot of poems before?

You: Nope, first time

Dave stares at me, then looks at my poem again, then back to me several times, reading over lines and mouthing words to himself

Dace: Then how...?

You: I dunno, I just looked around myself for half an hour in order to find an inspiration (which is you...). Everything just kind of came together, I guess

Dave: If this technique works then you should continue! Though I noticed some things that could improve...

You: Oh, like what?

Dave: Nothing bad, I promise! It's just that there are specific writing habits that are usually typical of new writers. I've been through that myself and I learned to pick up on them. A thing I recognize in new writers is that they try to make their style...deliberate. They tend to pick a writing style separate from the topic matter, then form-fit the two together. This results in both the style and expressiveness being weakened

And there he goes, from being hardly able to talk at all to being an actual professor. I wish I could do the same, it would help a lot during oral tests

Dave: It's not something you can be blamed for. There are so many different skills and techniques that go into writing even a simple poem. Not just finding them and building them, but getting them to work together is probably the hardest part. It might take you some time, but it all comes with practice, learning by example, and trying new things. I also hope that everyone else in the club gives you valuable feedback, Bambi can be a bit harsh, though...

You: Yeah...

Dave: U-Um...I shouldn't be talking about people like that...sorry...

You: You're fine, he's just...honest

I'm not sure if Dave is apologizing to himself, to me, or to Bambi...

You: So, do you mind if I read your poem now?

His eyes light up

Dave: Please do!

He smiles dreamily, as if that's a rare opportunity for him. Which is kind of funny, I mean, it's the literature club

Dave: I...I'm sorry I have such a terrible handwriting...

You: What's terrible about it?

Dave: It's...that...it took you a long time to read...

You: Oh did I? It's not because of your writing, I always tend to take a long time to read something

Dave: That's a relief. It wasn't too short, was it? I usually write longer poems...

You: Nah, not at all. I like it the way it is

Dave: I'm...really glad you like it. I'll be honest, since it's our first time sharing, I wanted to write something a little more mild. Something easy to read, basically

You: I assume this story isn't based from urban legends or things like that

Dave: Infact you're right! It's based from a dream I had two nights ago

You: And I also assume this story is more about your surroundings than yourself

Dace: Hehe! You assumed correctly. The story isn't about me at all. Poets often express their own thoughts, feelings, experiences and dreams in their work. They usually do more than tell a simple story, or paint a picture. My presence is there only to set up the feeling of confusion and anxiety, while the big deal is what there's around me: the red sky which is a manifestation of wideness and limitlessness

You: That's pretty mysterious, I must admit. But all in all, I really did enjoy it. It's really impressive, Dave

Dave: W-Well, yours was...very impressive, too

You: Nah, I know I've got a long way to go. But if it's alright, I'd love to keep learning as much as I can from you. Maybe even about you

Dave: Well...

It takes a bit of time for Dave to respond, blushing with a smile

Dave: ...I wouldn't mind it. Actually this poem sharing turned out quite enjoyable

You: It indeed was (yet a bit awkward)

Dave: I'm going to keep doing my best fro you, Y/N

You: Heh, me too, Dave

The only one left is Expunged. He seemed so eager about sharing poems, I hope mine is good enough for him. The bare minimum at least...

You: Expunged...

Expunged: Yeah?

You: W-will you read my poem...?

I never stammer...why did I stammer...?

Expunged: Sure!

While he reads I can't stop scratching my hands behind my back, I'm very nervous. I hope I got it right

Expunged: This is amazing! I thought you said you never wrote before

You: Yeah...I haven't

Expunged: Then this is a fantastic first!

I can't believe it, I seriously cannot believe it

You: Hehe...thanks, Expunged

Expunged: It reminds me of...

He smirks at me

You: No no no!

Expunged: Yessss

You: It's not what it looks like!

Expunged: It is! You wrote for him, haven't you?

How does he...?

You: How do you know?

Expunged: Your writing style is similiar to his

You: Writing style?

Expunged: Yes! Everyone has their own writing style: Bandu concentrates on happiness and sadness, Bambi writes in a simplistic way and Dave plays with imagery. So what was your inspiration?

You: To be honest, I was kind of sitting and looking around me to trying to think about...stuff After half an hour to find the flame then everything went with the flow

Expunged: Well, however you make it work, keep it up! Normally, I'd advise club members to simply find their own writing style. Especially if it seems like they're just picking a style to try and impress someone...but I honestly think you've found the one that works for you! Anyway, do you want to read my poem now?

You: I'd love to!

Expunged: Ok, here it is!

Expunged: So...what do you think?

You: It seems like you're searching something. What was the motivation behind this?

Expunged: Hahaha...I guess you can look at it that way, huh? I can't really explain it, but...let's just say that I had some kind of touch of wisdom recently

You: A touch of wisdom?

Expunged: Yeah...something like that. I feel a little nervous talking about it, because it's kind of deep...

You: Oh, and in the poem you mention a certain "Rapparep". Who are they?

Expunged: Rapparep? Just a person I know, they helped me pick some words from my collection

You: That's great! I'd like to meet them one day

Expunged seems to freeze in place, unsure of what he wants to say, then regains his normal smile and speaks

Expunged: That would be...kind of hard

You: Why?

Expunged: Because they're a very experienced writers and only wants to speak to other experienced writers as well...

I get it, I'll never meet them

You: Oh...

Expunged: I know, it's incredibly annoying...anyway!

His smile grows

Expunged: Here's Expunged's writing tip of the day!

You: I'm hearing you out!

He giggles

Expunged: Sometimes when you're writing a poem or a story, your brain gets too fixated on a specific point...if you try so hard to make it perfect, then you'll never make any progress. Just force yourself to get something down on the paper, and tidy it up later!

Take mental notes so you won't have to waste other 30 minutes for the inspiration...maybe

Expunged: Another way to think about it is this: if you keep your pen in the same spot for too long, you'll just get a big dark puddle of ink. The ink flows down into a dark puddle. So just move your hand, and go with the flow! Just move your hand, write for your heart!

Keep taking mental notes, this is advice coming from the class star

Expunged: ...Y/N, are you ok?

You: Oh y-yeah! Just...taking mental notes...

Expunged: What a good student we have here!

He says while laughing a bit, I can't help but smile

Expunged: Well, that was my advice for today! Thanks for listening

Expunged was the last. That was more stressful than I thought...it feels like everyone is judging me by my skill issues in writing. They were being nice but there's no way my poems can stand up to theirs. I just based it off a random object or image that reminds me one of the guys after all...
Across the room, Bandu and Expunged are happily chatting. My eyes land on Dave and Bambi. They're exchanging sheets of paper, sharing their poems. As they read each other's poems, I notice their faces change. Something tells me it won't end well...
Bambi's eyebrows furrow in frustration while Dave simply smiles sadly

Bambi: *whispering* What's this language...?

Dave: Hm? Did you say something?

Bambi: Oh, nothing

Bambi dismissively returns the poem to the desk with one hand

Bambi: I guess you could say it's fancy

Dave: Ah...thanks...yours is...cute...

Bambi's face changes to a shocked expression

Bambi: Cute?! Did you completely miss the symbolism or something? It's clearly about the injustice of the world! How can that be cute?

Dave: I-I know! I only meant...the language, I guess...I was trying to say something nice...

Never say "I was trying to be nice". It always leads to an even bigger argument

Bambi: Oh, I get it, so you have to try that hard to come up with something nice to say? Well thanks, but it wasn't nice at all!

Dave: Um...well, I have a couple of suggestions?

Bambi: Please, if I wanted suggestions, I'd ask someone who actually liked it or understood it. Like Bandu! He liked it! Or Y/N, she liked it, too! So based on that, I'll gladly give you some suggestions of my own: first of all-

Dave: Pardon...while I appreciate the offer, I've spent a very long time establishing my writing style. I don't expect it to change anytime soon, unless of course I come across something particularly inspiring, which I haven't yet

Bambi's hands clench into fists at his side, seething

Dave: And besides, Y/N liked my poem too, you know. She even told me she was impressed by it

Bambi: Huh-huh, is that so? I didn't realize you were so invested in trying to impress our newest member, Dave

Dave: E-Eh?! That's not what I...!

What the hell?

Dave: W-Well...y-you're just...maybe you're just jealous that Y/N appreciates my advice more than yours!

What?!

Bambi: Huh! And how do you know she didn't appreciate my advice more? Are you actually that full of yourself?

Dave: No! If I was full of myself...I would deliberately go out of my way to make everything I do overly cutesy!

Bambu growls and gets on his...non-existent tiptoes towards Dave, while Bandu quickly walks over to, I assume, try to diffuse the situation

Bandu: U-Umh! Is everyone okay..?

Bambi: Well, you know what?! I'm not the one whose thighs magically became thinner as soon as Y/N started showing up!

Dave: B-bambi!

Expunged joins next

Expunged: Umh Bambi, that's a little-

Dave and Bambi: This doesn't involve you!

He instantly retreats

Bandu: I-I don't like fighting, guys...!

Suddenly, both boys turn towards me, as if they just noticed I was standing there

Dave: Y/N, he's just trying to make me look bad...!

Bambi: Liar! He started it! If he could get over himself and learn to appreciate that simple writing is more effective...then this wouldn't have happened in the first place! What's the point in making your poems all convoluted for no reason? The meaning should jump out at the reader, not force them to have to figure it out. Help me explain that to him, Y/N!

Dave: W-wait! There's a reason we have so many deep and expressive words in our language! It's the only way to convey complex feelings and meaning the most effectively. Avoiding them is not only unnecessarily limiting yourself...it's also a waste! You understand that, right, Y/N?

You: I-

Dave and Bambi: Well???

You: Uhm...

Both Dave and Bambi stare deeply in my eyes, waiting for a response

You: *whispering* Bandu...

Bandu: !!!

You: *whispering* Please help me...

Bandu: Dave, Bambi...you guys are my friends. I just want you to get along and be happy. You are wonderful people and I love you because of your differences! Bambi, your poems are amazing because they give you so many feelings with a few words. Dave, your poems are amazing because they paint beautiful pictures in your head! Everyone is talented! ...so why are you fighting...?

Bambi: Because...

Dave: Well...

Bandu: Also! Bambi, you're cute and there's nothing wrong with that. And Dave, your thighs are the same as they always were: thin and beautiful!

Bambi: ...

Dave: ...

Ookay, he could have spared the last sentence at least...

You: Bandu...

Bandu floats triumphantly. Expunged stands behind him with a bewildered expression

Dave: I'll...make some tea...

He quickly wheels away. Bambi sits down with a blank expression on his face and stares at nothing, like a cat

You: So this is why Bandu is vice president...

I whisper to Expunged, he nods in return

Expunged: To be honest...I might be a good leader and organizer but I'm not great when it comes to people. I couldn't even bring myself to interject. As president, it's kind of embarrassing...haha...

You: Nah, I can't blame you

Expunged: Well, that means Bandu is good in his own ways, isn't he?

You: You could say that! He might seem dumb, but sometimes it's weirdly suspicious that he knows what he's doing

Expunged: I see. Take good care of him, ok?

You: But aren't you his brother?

Expunged: Yea and?

You: You should be the first one worried about him...

Expunged: Infact I am, I just don't show it. If I did you would see me being anxious because that pest can't do anything but getting in trouble

We both giggle

You: You're right about the last point

Expunged: I'd hate to see him get himself hurt

You: You can count on me!

Expunged smiles sweetly, causing my heart do skip a beat. Such a genuine person can make a good president, regardless of what he says. If I could get the chance to talk with him a bit more...

Expunged: Okay, everyone! It's just about time for us to leave. How did you all feel about sharing poems?

Bandu: It was a lotta fun!

Dave: Well, I'd say it was worth it

Bambi: It was alright...mostly

You: It was pretty cool

Expunged: Awesome! In that case, we'll do the same thing tomorrow. And maybe you learned something from your friends, too. So your poems will turn out even better!

Well, I learned a little more about the kinds of poems everyone likes. Maybe I can find my own writing style to make everyone happy...but I don't think there's anything wrong with trying to impress a certain someone either!

Bandu: Y/N! Ready to walk home?

You: Sure, let's go.

Bandu: Hehehe

Bandu beams at me. It really has been a while since Bandu and I have spent this much time together. It's been really nice to see his smile like this more often.

Outside the school...

You: Hey Bandu...about what happened earlier...

Bandh: Eh? What do you mean?

You: You know, between Dave and Bambi. Does that kind of thing happen often?"

Bandu: No, no, no! That's the first time I've seen them fight like that...I promise they're both wonderful people. You don't hate them, do you?

You: The hell-? No, not at all! I just wanted your take on it, that's all. I didn't know what to say so I called for your help

Bandu: I think you did the right thing. It seemed like they weren't giving you much choice by getting you involved like that, so it makes sense

You: True...but I can see why they'd make good friends with you

Bandu: Phew...you know, Y/N...it's nice that I get to spend time with you in the club. But I think seeing you get along with everyone is what makes me the happiest. And I think everyone really likes you, too!

You: You really think so?

Bandu: Yes! Every day is going to be so much fun!

You: I guess we'll see what the future holds, huh?

I pat Bandu on the shoulder, he smiles at me brightly

You: See you bright and early tomorrow?

Bandu: Guess we'll see what the future holds!

Bandu sticks his tongue out as he walks back to his house

You: That's not funny! I don't wanna be late for school, you know!

Jeez...you know, even as we get older, a part of me hopes Bandu doesn't change. All my life, even recently in the Literature Club, he always finds a way to make a day better. It makes me wonder if he ever makes time for himself...or if she's really as happy as she tries to make everyone else.
Hmm...maybe one of these days we should have a proper talk about what he's feeling

At home...

Okay, back to this...I got lukewarm feedback earlier today. So maybe if I really think and use my inspiration, my words will flow better. Inspiration...inspiration...I think I'll repeat what I did yesterday, which is using {guy you prefer} as my muse but in a better way. I already feel a bit of creativity...if it's an actual feeling. I just hope they really like it this time...








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