Everyday, I imagine a future where I can be with you

You sit on your bed with your knees supporting a notebook. You flip through the pages as you try to find the right poem to present tomorrow. You're the owner of a literature club and everyday you find a poem you have written to share with others. That's the activity you assigned to get everybody to talk to each other. You're not used to sharing your writing, nobody is. But the people in the club are close to you and you're willing to open up like this. You've written so much, it's hard just to choose one poem. Maybe you should write another one only for this occasion. Would that be the best?

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you

The poem should be spaced and should be about something personal. You close your eyes, thinking. What can I write about? An imagine flashes in your head before you can truly process it. Maven. Maven Calore, a fellow member of the literature club. A new one, at that. Ever since you first saw him you knew you liked him. You've had him in your class last year but you never paid attention to him. Seeing him reading in the club swirls something inside of you, making you feel something you wish you didn't.

Usually, you set your standards higher than the normal person. You set yourself high and believe you can achieve a lot. An introvert like Maven isn't the dream man you want for yourself. Your heart is going against your brain, you feel like you want him.

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

You grip the pen tighter. Should you be writing about him? Can you write about him? It will hurt, but it's fine. You begin to write, flowing your feelings into rhymes and lines. You know that eventually you'll have to share this poem with him. Will he know it's about you? Will he understand?

Just move your hand - write your way into his heart!

You're a popular girl: you're in the student council and debate club, you are always the top of your class, ext.. You fully expect Maven is appreciate how beautiful somebody like you is, inside and out. You try to be happy around him, make him fall for you. He sets no indication that he even notices you aside from the basic greetings. You feel like holding tight to whatever interaction he gifts you with.

But in this world of infinite choices

What if Maven likes somebody else in the club. Like Iris, a young quiet girl who drinks her tea in the corner. Or Heron, the happy girl who is capable of getting everybody's attention. What can you do to top them? How do you know if you're even Maven's type? Nonsense, you're everybody's type.

What will it take just to find that special day?

You hope tomorrow when Maven reads your poem, he'll express how impressed he is with your writing style. Maybe he'll even consider being friends with you. Just you... Just (Y/N). He'll love only you.

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?

The next day you wonder if sharing the poem is enough to fill the hour, you only have 5 members, including yourself. When you think about it, it reminds you of how ecstatic everybody was when Maven joined. Mare was the one who brought him in, they have been friends for awhile. Heron made cupcakes, it was so fun. Maven really enjoyed it. That's all that matters, really. Maven joined right away. At first, sure, it could have been only for Mare. It seems now that he really is happy coming here after school everyday.

When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway

The people love hanging around with Maven, maybe because he's the only boy there. Heron never seems too satisfied with impressing him.

When school's over you're the first one to go to the club room, unlike always. Your heartbeat quickens nervously. Did something happen? Why isn't anybody here?

Heron walks in, smiling as always. Your feelings are pointless, nothing's the matter. Just you overreacting again. "Hey, are you okay? You look worried," Heron says with a concerned tone.

What good are words when a smile says it all?

You shrug her off, giving her the famous smile of nothing is the matter.

"I'm just a little off since... well, nobody is here right now." You admit. Heron gives an innocent laughing, obviously knowing something you don't. She doesn't say it, though, and just sits down and brings out her notebook. You calmly sit down next to her.

"What's happening?" You ask her with a quiet voice. She smiles as she turns her head to you.

"Mare's confessing to Maven. I left the scene, too gross." Heron whispers. She winks before turning her head back to her notebook. Your heart drops, you can feel your head start to spin. Mare and Maven have been best friends since they were children. What if Maven feels the same way about her that she does him?

And if this world won't write me an ending

Pointless, your emotions towards Maven are so pointless. Now you remember why you aren't supposed to like Maven. These feelings of hurt were bound to come. By call, Maven walks into the club room with a blank expression.

"How was it?" You ask him. He already knows what you are referring too. He's quick to brush off your question, "embarrassing. I'd rather forget about it." He says as he sits down in a random seat. Your neck ticks. It went bad, then? That's good; a relief.

What will it take just for me to have it all?

"Did you decline her?" Heron bumps in with a curious look. Your hands curl into fists as you patiently wait for his answer. Maven leans back in his chair, "yes." He draws out the 's.'

"Then, I'm guessing she's not going to show today?" I question to both of them. There's silence for a second before Iris walks in. "She is not joining us today, no." Iris already has a book in her hand. You smile. You're happy. You hope Mare leaves forever. Maven's quiet today. Everyone is. As club leader, you find it your job to get everybody together. Especially now. You stand up.

"Alright, it's time to share our poems? Aren't you excited?" You announce. Heron stands up as well with a notebook in her hand, "I'll share with Iris." She explains. You nod, watching her sit next to Iris. You look at Maven, he's motioning you over. Almost like he's admitting his defeat.

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?

"This is very... sophisticated." Maven comments as he finishes reading your poem. You nod, smiling. There it is, the compliment. It feels good. "How do you write like this, is it subconscious?" Maven asks. Your smile widens.

"(Y/N)'s Writing Tip of the Day! Whenever you inspire to write a poem in a certain style, never stop writing like that! Eventually, you'll write like that always. That's it, thank you for listening!" You say. Maven smiles and nods along with your talking. You're happy to see that Maven was listening and enjoyed your words. He looks down at your poem one more time before handing it to you.

"My poem... I'll share it with you," he hands you a folded piece of paper. The poem uses words that you'd use, things that you'd express. The poem overall is about fire; passion. A flame forever growing to never go anywhere. It's good for a newb, is what you don't say out loud.

Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I let you free?

You scan the paper one more time.

"This is genius, I really like it, Maven." You say with a calm voice. Maven blushes as he takes his poem back.

"It's the first time I've ever written something like that." He admits.

"It's really good for a beginner," you add. Something about Maven's aura makes you feel all warm inside. You almost forget the previous situation outside of the clubroom.

How can I write love into reality?

Does Maven feel the same way about you that you do him? The atmosphere between you two is quite soft, you two loving each other's company. You want to ask him what he feels about you, you really really want to. But you can't. It's not right.

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat

Maven's hand shakes as he rests his fingers on the table. You turn your head away, looking at Heron and Iris. They're still talking, enjoying each other. You decide not to interrupt. Turning back to Maven, you look him in the eyes. He speaks first.

"Is it hard to run a club?" He asks, leaning forward.

"I love this club, -

What do you call love in your reality?

it is very easy." You answer in all seriousness. Maven nods. When he looks back to Iris he stands up, walking her way without acknowledging you. You click your tongue, lowering your head.

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you

I'll leave you be