Ethan & Reve Version 1.5.1.1 [From Reve's Point of View]
Hey, I started another Ethan and Reve world. Technically, the initial drabble was written during the summer, but I forgot about it until a little while ago. The idea appealed to me, so I expanded on it. By idea, I mean Reve being the narrator for once and actually having somewhat of a backbone. "OTL
So mark my words, anyone who may be reading this! This story, Ethan & Reve Version 1.5, marks the first time the narrator has not been Ethan! XD;;
Also, writing in present tense is really, really hard for me... I don't know about you, but I always seem to lapse back into past tense. "OTL
Anyways, on with the story~
Today is the day I'm going to pull myself together and speak to him. Yes, that's such an incredible accomplishment, seeing as how we've been in the same class for the past three years. Really.
I walk into class, determined to finally speak my mind. My head feels a bit light, probably because of anxiety, but most likely because of my lack of sleep. He isn't here yet, which is strange considering he's almost always here before me.
"Hey, Reve."
I scream loudly and fall forward when I hear the voice behind me.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" Ethan asks, bending down to look at me.
I scramble to my feet and mumble, "Mornin'," as I make my way to the other side of the room.
God damn it.
How many times has this sort of thing happened already? I've practically lost count. No matter how often I try, I just can't seem to talk to Ethan. For some reason, I'm really afraid he won't want to have me around.
I'm just a god damn wimp.
My head slumps forward, making contact with the desk.
Just a god damn wimp.
"Are you alright, Reve?"
I feel a large hand press into my back softly.
"Of course I am," I say, looking at him and forcing a smile.
Ethan isn't pleased. He looks at me strangely and rests his head on his hands. "I'm sorry, it's me, isn't it?"
No, not at all! I adore you; you're a wonderful person, even though I don't really know you. Would you please be my friend? Would you please love me? Can we be side by side? Can I hold your hand? Can you be happy around me? I want to say all of this, but the words refuse to leave my tongue. How could I ask all this stuff of him? It's all the stuff of fantasy, and that is all. No matter how hard I hope, Ethan will never be the sort of person I wish he could be.
Ethan sighs, leaning back in his chair. He looks at me and smiles.
"Ya know, we've been in the same class for a while now, but we've never really talked."
I agree.
"I wonder why not? You seem really interesting."
Me, interesting? I'm honored. Extremely honored. Thank you very much, Ethan. "Uh-huh."
Frowning, he looks up at the ceiling. There's a thick silence as the both of us look around the room absently.
"I'd like to get to know you better too..." I whisper.
"Yeah?"
Ethan chuckles and stares at me slyly. Setting the legs of his chair back on the ground, he turns his body to face me.
"How do you think the Holy Mackerel is doing today?"
I stare at his little grin incredulously. He could have asked me anything, but he went with this? No intelligent answer would come to mind for me, so I go with the first thing to come out of my mouth.
"Eating barrels of salmon and salmiakki, I guess."
Our laughter scared the teacher and the students outside the door.
And that concludes the introduction to the story. HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, GAIZ? AM I DOING IT WRITE? (Hurhur, pun.) I CAN HANDRE IT BECAUSE I HAVE SOME SHIT CLEANING.
So mark my words, anyone who may be reading this! This story, Ethan & Reve Version 1.5, marks the first time the narrator has not been Ethan! XD;;
Also, writing in present tense is really, really hard for me... I don't know about you, but I always seem to lapse back into past tense. "OTL
Anyways, on with the story~
Today is the day I'm going to pull myself together and speak to him. Yes, that's such an incredible accomplishment, seeing as how we've been in the same class for the past three years. Really.
I walk into class, determined to finally speak my mind. My head feels a bit light, probably because of anxiety, but most likely because of my lack of sleep. He isn't here yet, which is strange considering he's almost always here before me.
"Hey, Reve."
I scream loudly and fall forward when I hear the voice behind me.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" Ethan asks, bending down to look at me.
I scramble to my feet and mumble, "Mornin'," as I make my way to the other side of the room.
God damn it.
How many times has this sort of thing happened already? I've practically lost count. No matter how often I try, I just can't seem to talk to Ethan. For some reason, I'm really afraid he won't want to have me around.
I'm just a god damn wimp.
My head slumps forward, making contact with the desk.
Just a god damn wimp.
"Are you alright, Reve?"
I feel a large hand press into my back softly.
"Of course I am," I say, looking at him and forcing a smile.
Ethan isn't pleased. He looks at me strangely and rests his head on his hands. "I'm sorry, it's me, isn't it?"
No, not at all! I adore you; you're a wonderful person, even though I don't really know you. Would you please be my friend? Would you please love me? Can we be side by side? Can I hold your hand? Can you be happy around me? I want to say all of this, but the words refuse to leave my tongue. How could I ask all this stuff of him? It's all the stuff of fantasy, and that is all. No matter how hard I hope, Ethan will never be the sort of person I wish he could be.
Ethan sighs, leaning back in his chair. He looks at me and smiles.
"Ya know, we've been in the same class for a while now, but we've never really talked."
I agree.
"I wonder why not? You seem really interesting."
Me, interesting? I'm honored. Extremely honored. Thank you very much, Ethan. "Uh-huh."
Frowning, he looks up at the ceiling. There's a thick silence as the both of us look around the room absently.
"I'd like to get to know you better too..." I whisper.
"Yeah?"
Ethan chuckles and stares at me slyly. Setting the legs of his chair back on the ground, he turns his body to face me.
"How do you think the Holy Mackerel is doing today?"
I stare at his little grin incredulously. He could have asked me anything, but he went with this? No intelligent answer would come to mind for me, so I go with the first thing to come out of my mouth.
"Eating barrels of salmon and salmiakki, I guess."
Our laughter scared the teacher and the students outside the door.
And that concludes the introduction to the story. HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, GAIZ? AM I DOING IT WRITE? (Hurhur, pun.) I CAN HANDRE IT BECAUSE I HAVE SOME SHIT CLEANING.