[ MyStreet Garroth x Reader ] Choosing you

New kids on the block

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[ Chapter 1, Page 1]
"How about we catch up soon? <3"ㅤ

My Street... Your house... Your POV;

Emerging into another lackluster morning, I descend the staircase adorned in an oversized emerald sweater that envelops my figure. Beneath it, a crisp white top peeks out, harmonizing with the black shorts that grace my frame. Clad in white socks, I navigate toward the kitchen, my sanctuary of simple routines. 

With a gentle tug, I lift the window's latch, inviting the outside world into my cocooned haven. The scene beyond dances with muted colors, as tendrils of mist disentangle themselves from my morning coffee's embrace. As I take in this tranquil sight, the tendrils wafting toward me affectionately kiss my cheek, leaving behind a fleeting warmth that soothes my contemplative sigh. 

My thoughts drift, like the steam from my cup, pondering the canvas of hours before me. The tapestry of a day off unfurls, and I grapple with the query that echoes in my mind, "What is one supposed to do on their day off..." 

In stark contrast to these languid mornings, I think about how my college days were a realm of ceaseless energy.  

Every single day if I wasn't in class, I was outside with Garroth trying to plan a scheme in seizing Aphmau's attention for Garroth's affection.

Growing up alongside Aphmau and Garroth carries its own set of delights - watching their real-life Kdrama unfold, reveling in their easy camaraderie, and etching unforgettable moments in the heart. However, a small snag disrupts this idyllic picture. 

When Aphmau left our street during childhood, Garroth was anything but happy. However, when I made an attempt to elicit a laugh from him during those times and succeeded, something within me came alive - it felt like a fluttering of butterflies. Puzzled, I questioned my father about this odd phenomenon. Why did I feel a pang of jealousy when Garroth mourned Aphmau's departure? Why did my stomach somersault along with my cheeks igniting when his smile graced my view? My father's answer unveiled the riddle - I was navigating the labyrinth of 'crushes'. My brother would tease me every day after finding out about my newfound discovery. 

I dismissed it as a fleeting fancy, a momentary mirage. But here I stand today, haunted by the thoughts of the blonde Ro'Meave, our paths diverging after the Haunted House event. The question we all ask as we read through this is, do I, (Y/N) Valkrum, still hold these feelings for the one and only Garroth Ro'Meave? 

yes, I do. 

My heart dances to a playful melody, catching me off guard with every skipped beat. Colors spring to life, vivid and bright, whenever he graces my presence. His radiant and infamous smile occupies my thoughts, a constant companion in my mind's landscape. Amidst the glances from other guys, my heart remains steadfast, loyal to the one who left an indelible mark on the canvas of my memory.