A couple of weeks had passed since our last adventure. Not much has happened, except Charlie, Kumoto and I have seen each other more often. We had also introduced him to Fluffy and Purps in the past few weeks, but I think me and Kumoto got along better with him than they did. Mostly because we share more interests. Not that they don’t get along, they just have less to talk about, which is fine. It’s always fine when you just don’t get along with someone, not because you hate them or think they’re a bad person, but just because your vibes don’t match.

It was noon on a Tuesday. The sun was out shining, and an orange tint was covering the sky like a nice, cozy blanket, bringing with it  a warm sensation that made everything feel just a little bit brighter, yet also calmer. I was in my room, working on a watercolor painting, when Kumoto came by. I heard her footsteps creak against the floor, then they stopped right outside my door. She opened the door with a smile, before coming and sinking into the spot on my bed  next to me. I felt the warmth of her body against mine, as she lay down on top of the sheets next to me, sinking into the relatively small bed
“What are you drawing?” She asked, leaning her head on my shoulder. I always felt somewhat embarrassed when talking about my drawings, though I trusted her to not judge me, so I left it leaning on my mountain like legs.

“Just one of my OCs.” I replied, sheepishly. She leaned over slightly, putting her hand against mine. It’s strange, because I know I’m not drawing anything inappropriate or NSFW, but I still feel really embarrassed like someone will think it’s an NSFW drawing.

“I always love your drawings, you’re so creative.” She spoke softly. I found myself being unable to speak, with each thing she did, like my throat wasn’t permitting any words to exit. The only sound you could hear coming from me was the sound of my heart racing faster than a rabbit.

I tried to keep drawing, acting like I wasn’t nervous at all, but I don’t think it came across that way at all. With each stroke of the pencil against the hard, watercolour paper that was sitting on my legs, it became harder and harder to actually draw straight, which is kinda funny if you think about it. She sat up slightly, placing her hand on the matress, looking at me directly, though I tried not to look at her.

“Have you come up with any ideas for your story yet?” She asked, the words huffing out on a long string of breath.
“No, not yet.” I stuttered, not being able to focus on much at the moment. I’ve come up with my characters, yet I still haven’t come up with a story or setting yet. I just hoped that I would soon. But in a world that I live in, nothing is unique. I wanna write a story that’s so different, but in this world, all those stories already exist, except they’re real. I wanna write something never heard of before. Though I do know, one day, I’m gonna write the greatest story ever.

It was then that Fluffy came in, through the little door we installed into our big door. His little feet were so small that it was hard to hear his footsteps, unlike Kumoto. So it’s always a surprise when he comes in.

“Hey, me and Purps were gonna go for a walk if you’d like to come. There’s this place in the village I wanna show him.” Without hesitation I said yes, because I felt if I spent one more minute here with Kumoto, I might very well have a heart attack from the rate it was going.
“Yeah, I’ll come.” I immediately sat up on the bed, softly putting my feet against the dry, wooden floor, hearing them creak as I stood up.

“Sure, I’ll come too.” Said Kumoto, still lying in bed next to where I just was.