Cybercrownprincess

This is a story of how an immortal and a mortal fell in love. But there wasn't a meet-cute. The mortal thought the other was dead. But hey, she's okay, it was just a prank! They were getting along well and being third wheels. 
But then the mortal had to go somewhere else for studies. They said bye-bye to each other. And bam! Did someone try to kill her friend? The immortal said: we are going there even if you don't like it! 
K bruh. 
But wait, who's the person trying to kill her?


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It will have some triggering contents, please skip those, I have given a warning before starting it. But they ain't that frequent.
Also, this is my first WIP so it'll be cringe at the start. I'll edit this after I finish this.
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My girlfriend's a mortal

(I had writer's block and couldn't update yesterday, Sorry T-T my friend inspired me. Thank you, dumbass.)


As far as Michael can recall, he had been crushing on this Asian guy from afar. When Michael first saw him, his mother had bundled him up in a lot of clothes (if you think a normal sweater is a lot of clothes), he had glasses and dyed hair, was short, and had a cute face. He was walking with headphones on his ears and admired the scenery. Michael stopped walking and kept staring at him. "Uh, bro, keep walking? Or are you waiting for me to catch up with your long legs?" He heard Scarlett yell, and he turned his head to her. She stood a few meters away from him. "Huh? Ah~! Sorry! I'm coming!"


The next day, he came to the park again, to see if he was there. The Asian guy was doing the same thing as yesterday, bundled up in clothes and headphones on his ears. Michael wanted to approach him, but what-ifs went in his mind. What if he thought of him as a weirdo? What if he didn't know English? What if he screams at his face and runs away? What-if… (let's shut up this boy now)


So that's how he kept his distance from the Asian guy for two entire weeks (lol). He stared at him from afar, daydreamed about innocent (and some nasty things. Please take a bath with holy water, bro). When he was again daydreaming, he didn't know someone was daydreaming how his life would be if he was an extrovert.


Michael bumped into something, and it turned out to be the Asian guy. Asian guy up close was even shorter. He was even shorter than shorty. Like 5'4. Asian guy shivered and looked up. Eh? Why was he scared? 


"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!" Asian guy hid his face in his hands. "Eh? What- why do you need to be sorry?" he peeked through his fingers and whispered. "I bumped into you."


"No, it's not okay! Don't you want to hit me or something?" Does he have an over-reactive imagination or something? 


"Why do you think I'll hit you?" Why would he hit him out of nowhere? It's confirmed he's got an overreactive imagination.


"Because- it's embarrassing, I won't tell you!"


"Okay." they stood there in silence. Asian guy spoke up after a few minutes. "Can I go now?"


"Oh, okay. You can." Asian guy ran like the wind. Michael kept staring at his figure with a small frown. And that frown became a bigger frown the next second. He forgot to ask the Asian guy his name! Oh shit! 'It's okay, you can ask him tomorrow. Hopefully.' He exhaled air and kept walking across the park. 


The teacher kept babbling about some new transfer student, but he couldn't care less. He was thinking about the conversation with him and the Asian guy. Why was he saying if he would like to hit him? Why? Was he bullied by someone before? Did he meet the Asian guy somewhere, and he doesn't remember? If he did, was he rude to him?


"Hi! I'm Ye Manchu. Please take care of me from now on!" He recognized that voice. He stared at Manchu and Manchu sweated. 'Why was he here?'


"Okay! Manchu, you can sit next to Michael!" The teacher said in a fake enthusiastic voice. Manchu wanted to protest, but it was his first day. He didn't want to seem rude. He sat near the window and looked outside the next second. Michael was more than confused. Why was he so scared of him?


Chapter 36