"It's not a good idea..." I'm on my way to the cafeteria with my friends—the charismatic brunette Alveera Olsson and the softest blonde, Euthalia Windsor.
"Why not?" I asked Vee.
"Well, it's because you recently told us about being bothered by strange dreams in your sleep," she said.
"And so? I'm just going to write fiction."
"She's right, Vee, it's just a fiction novel so it's fine." It's very often for Lia to speak up about what she was thinking.
"Look, I'm really worried about what's happening to Kallie," Vee continued, "you should be worried too, prayer maiden."
Lia's innocent smile revealed that she was guilty of being such a saint after being greatly influenced by her father, a serving pastor.
"If I continue with just writing a contemporary romance novel, nothing will happen to my writing career," I told them. "I'm almost running out of ideas."
"Now you know why you should stop writing," Vee mocked me.
I groaned at her. "What should I do then? I was told by my editor to write a romance fantasy that will defeat the series of Twilight, even though there's no chance for that to happen."
"Wait, what?" Vee suddenly stopped walking right in front of me as I frowned at her.
"Why did you accept the project?" Lia asked me calmly.
I remained quiet because I didn't know what to tell them. Maybe, because I'm so obsessed with publishing more novels that it made me look like an idiot? I don't know.
"Let me clear everything to you, alright?" Vee showed me her hands and started counting using her fingers. "You. Have. No. Ex.per.ience. Fall.ing. In. Love. That's ten words."
I gave her a puzzled expression. "But, you counted in syllables—"
"It doesn't matter!" Vee raised her voice and facepalmed, pairing it with a heavy sigh as I shut my mouth. "How will you write a romance fantasy novel or whatsoever?"
"I'm on the verge of making a research about it—"
"First of all, writing about something that isn't factual is problematic. Furthermore, it is impossible to comprehend being in love when you have no experience of it."
Based on what she had just said, I continued to stare at her.
"Go on, argue with me about that," Vee continued as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
I remained to look at her, dumbfounded, the reason she called up Lia for additional help.
"Lia, can you second the motion here? I'm trying to convince our dearest friend to go into the light with us," Vee told her.
Lia points at herself. "Oh me? What would you like me to back you up with?"
Vee looked at her with disappointment before heaving a sigh of surrender. She smiled as she patted Lia on the back.
"Be glad that you are the kind of person who, if I ever got the chance to cuss at you for being so innocent, would use a crucifix to cast me off to hell."
We all kept going till we arrived at the college cafeteria. I was mistaken about how our discussion would finish. Because there's no pause button or other feature resembling a car brake that will stop Vee from speaking once she opens her mouth.
"So, tell me. When will you listen to me, Kallie—"
"Ah. She started again," I commented.
"I warned you that even if you authored the book, you can't get paid enough for it!" Vee exclaimed.
I shrugged at her. "I'm sorry, but this is what I wanted."
"That's right, Vee. We should just support Kallie with her decisions," Lia said, "mostly if it's her dream."
Vee shook her head. "This is what I don't understand. When it comes to me, Lia, you never support me."
Lia and I exchanged smiles as we crossed glances. We then turned to face Vee, who was merely sulking.
"Fine! I won't talk anymore," she said.
"Aw, don't act like a kid who doesn't get their candy…" I moved to sit next to Vee and gave her a hug in an effort to cheer her up.
"Don't think that hugging me will make me happy." Her gaze drifted away from me.
"Are you sure about that?" I raised my eyebrow at her, teasing.
Later, she donned an expression of flattery instead of disappointment and then gave me a hug in return.
"Our friendship is the sweetest." Lia was simply observing us with her reassuring smile as we both sent a quick glance her way.
I made the decision to leave right after class to go to the national library and look for resources, such as old books, that could benefit me in writing my first-ever fantasy romance. Any of the themes or clichés on the table are fair game for me.
Throughout my searches, I kept coming across books where the authors romanticize and fantasize about werewolves, which I find to be disgusting. Imagine having a sexual urge and fucking a dog.
Perhaps Vee was right. It would be best if I just gave up on dreams of being an author. No one will read my stories until I can convince them to do so.
Now that the majority of individuals spend their time working or using their phones, I'm going to be spending my time writing rubbish.
I let out a sigh as I was about to give up. not until I was shocked when a book suddenly dropped from one of the shelves.