daily #5 swc july 2024 for solarpunk 441 words a/n: this is not finished at all but i stopped here to submit the daily. if i have enough motivation i'll probably continue this because aHAhHhH i've written 400 words of these characters and i already love them (: sorry the second pov doesn't have motifs but the first one does so it counts right- [ʙʟᴀɪʀ ᴘᴏᴠ] I’ve known Jackson and Christine since we were little kids. We do everything together and tell each other everything. I’ll go straight to the point: the only secret I keep is that I like Jackson. I could never tell her, what if she feels like a third wheel? And I could never tell him, because our friendship would become very awkward if the feeling is not mutual. I just don’t know what to do, so I’ve resigned to making up scenarios before going to bed, kicking my feet each time I listen to romantic music in my room, nightly journaling, and making little doodles of him. I frequently draw flowers since I absolutely love using them as a code ever since I read about it somewhere. So when I draw or write about him, there’s always everlastings, pansies, and ferns. Everlastings mean attachment, pansies mean “you occupy my thoughts”, and ferns mean “concealed love”. I know it’s cheesy, but I like doing it. It’s also a way for me to scratch that itch I get when I want to express my feelings about him on paper, but I’m in the presence of my friends, my family, or someone I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt Christine, so things will just have to remain as they are, as much as it hurts. ~ [ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴠ] I wake up as usual, at 7. I go for a run, shower, and have breakfast. I walk to Blair’s, knowing she is likely up before Christine. I take a breath and knock softly on the door, not wanting to bother her family. She opens the door and greets me with a smile. “I won the writing competition!” She screams excitedly, jumping up and down on the doorstep. “No you didn’t.” I cover my mouth, trying to stop the urge to do the same as her. “I won 300 bucks. And all I had to do was write some poetry! Can you tell Ms. Allen thank you, so, so much for the workshop?” “Yeah, sure. Anyways, uh, I was wondering if you’re ready to go? Let’s not keep Christine waiting.” I try to make her get going, because knowing Blair, she could stay here all day talking about the writing competition, the piece she wrote, and really anything. Which really, I don’t mind, but I want to get to school on time. “Yup, we can go.” She turns to close the door and our shoulders brush. “Sorry-” She mumbles, barely audibly. “It’s okay.” There’s an awkward silence. Luckily I know just the thing that can break it. “Race to Christine’s?” I suggest with a smirk. “Of course.”
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