I'm alive!!!!!!!

yeah, motivation is nonexistent.

also, number one in prismarina? thank you!!

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six years ago...

I brushed off my sweater, looking at my reflection in the mirror. this was it. I was finally going on a date with Scott. it had to be perfect.

I had asked him out a week ago. after we first met, we started texting. once I got to know him more, I fell in love with him even more. I learned that he was a big trickster, and he loved colours and llamas. he loved flowers and he had a fish named Dan. With every bit of his personality I learned about, I loved him more and more each day.

Quinn walked into my room as I was looking for my gift for Scott. She laughed at how flustered and nervous I looked. "you know that you don't have to worry. he's head over heels in love with you." "Well, you don't know that! what if he hates the gift? what if he doesn't like my outfit? what-" "Milo Campbell, that boy is so in love with you, you have to be blind not to see it. and if he doesn't like it, he's not worth your time. he will though."

"Are you sure you cant cast your luck spell on me?" I begged as I had for the last week. she sighed. "I've told you, I can't. it will just backfire and cause chaos. do you want that?" I slowly shook my head. "good. now, Mom wants you downstairs so she can take twenty-plus photos before your first date." she left.

I found the gift and ran down the stairs, two feet at a time. my parents and sister were waiting at the bottom. my parents had huge grins, and my mom was holding up her camera with watery eyes.

"my baby boy, all grown up." she said, pulling me into a hug. "Mom, you're choking me." I chuckled. "oh, sorry." she let me go, but held on to my shoulder, looking at me. "you're going to be fine. and if he breaks your heart, I will poison his coffee." "Please don't."

"come on Matilda, he's going to be late." my dad said. I looked down at my watch to see that it was 7:08. eight minutes after I was supposed to leave.

"shit! bye, love you guys!' I called, running out the door to my car. "bye bye lover boy!" Quinn shouted.

I drove over to the forest on the outskirts of town. As I parked on the side of the road, I caught a glimpse of blond hair. with a smile, I climbed out of the car and grabbed the picnic basket. I walked over to where I saw him, but no one was there. I looked around, but nothing was in sight. out of the blue, I heard a giggle coming from behind a tree. grinning, I walked over and looked behind, but no one was there.

"boo!" I heard behind me. I jumped out of my skin, then turned around to see Scott wheezing, his smile sending butterflies in my stomach. he was wearing his favourite patchwork coat with a paint-stained t-shirt underneath.

"don't do that, you dumbass." I say with an exasperated smile. he just giggled and hugged me, leaving me all flustered.

"anyways, I brought you something." I stuttered, pulling out his gift from the basket and handing it to him. he took it and unwrapped it slowly. his face lit up at the sight of it.

it was a small little brown notebook I found at the craft store, that I had embroidered with a yellow canary on the front, one of his favourite birds. it had one of those little ribbons you use as a bookmark, and I had added a little blue pen.

"oh my god." "do you not like it? I can return it if-" I was cut off by Scott tackling me in another hug, almost knocking me over. "thank you." he whispered in my ear. he let me go and put the book in the picnic basket. with that, I started to lead him toward our picnic spot.

soon we reached a little meadow surrounded by trees, light filtering through the leaves. there were tulips, sunflowers, and bluebells, my personal favourite. Scott let out a little squeal when he saw it.

"This is so cute!" he said, turning to me before stepping forward to pick a tulip. "it's almost like a picture."

"I know right? my sister showed it to me when I was seven, and it's been one of my favourite places since." "Well, you're sister has good taste."

I brought out a blanket from the basket and laid it next to a patch of poppies. we sat on it, and I pulled out the sandwiches my mom made. 

"oh my god, your mom makes the best sandwiches." Scott mumbled, mouth filled with lettuce. "my grandpa is a terrible cook, so I always have to make basic tuna." "hey, tuna sandwiches are good!" "sureee."

we just sat like that for what felt like hours, talking about my sister, his dog Maxwell, and our opinions on Marvel movies. eventually, the sun set, leaving fireflies and the stars as our only light. I lit a lantern and laid on my back, watching the stars. Scott joined me and we sat staring at the sky. I turned to Scott.

"hey Scott?"

"yeah?"

"I know you're a witch."

his eyes widen as he moved away from me, looking like a trapped animal. my heart pounded as I realized he was scared.

"no, no- don't tell anyone, please, ill do anything!" he said, sobbing. "no, no, no, I promise I wasn't gonna do that, I'm a witch too!" I talked fast, trying to calm them down. "you are?" his voice wobbled. I just nodded and sent a little stream of light brown sparkles toward a flower, which turned it into an almost cartoony picture before disappearing. he stared at the place the flower was, before turning to look me in the eyes. 

"yes, I'm a story witch. I just sent the flower into a story. harry potter, if you're curious. one of my abilities is I can see magical auras, and when we first met, I could tell you had magic." I explained. he just continued to stare. I started to get worried. "are... you okay?" "yeah, yeah, I'm just in shock."

"if you don't mind me asking, what kind of witch are you?" I asked cautiously. he just smiled. he leaned over and picked up a poppy and held it up. as he ran his fingers over the petals, the poppy's petals slowly turned from a blood red to an icy blue, almost the exact shade as his eyes.

"Im a colour witch," he sighed, handing me the flower. "I can change any object's colour, and I have advanced sight. I also can manipulate certain emotions to an extent. it's quite complicated, however." 

I stared at the flower in amazement. while I was distracted, I could feel Scott setting something on my head. I pulled it off to see a flower crown of small, green and blue flowers and vines. with a smile, I set it back on my head and picked a couple of dandelions. I weaved them into a clumsy little crown, and set the poppy in the middle, before placing it gently on Scott's curly blond hair. he smiled, making my heart pound as he kissed my cheek.

if this is love...

I think I like it.

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yeah i hope you didn't expect the aroace girl/person to write good romance

and yes, i am basing past scott off of chromia scott, what are you gonna do about?

seriously tho, i find it hilarious he did both witchcraft and chromia at the same time, like their complete opposites

-milly