Ysabelle meets Kix [Ysabelle’s POV]

*This story is underneath my folder titled “Jester and fairy”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=116005&start=1020. Enjoy and Scary Creepmas!*

Ysabelle Hayes was starting to feel rather stifled at the Christmas party, so she searched for a place to be alone.

That wasn’t the easiest thing to do, considering that there were throngs upon throngs of people at the party, but she persisted until finally, she opened the doors to an empty auditorium.

There was not a soul in sight, the lights were dim. Ysabelle danced her way around the auditorium, feeling the sparks all around her to sing and talk loudly to herself, away from the prying eyes of people, away from-

“Hey there!”

Ysabelle froze. She looked up. In a seat close to the front, there sat a boy around her age in a church robe.

She wasn’t alone. Not only that, but she was being herself in front of a church boy.

“I’m so sorry for bothering you and being annoying, I thought that there was nobody here and I just wanted to have some time alone and I know that I might have bothered you and-“

“Hey now, slow down. You didn’t mean to bother anybody, right?” The boy interrupted.

Ysabelle hesitated, wondering if she should say anything more, but before she could even assess the decision, words tumbled out of her mouth:

“I came here because I just felt like singing and dancing. It makes me feel calmer. My parents don’t want me doing it in public because they say that people will look at me and that it’s not appropriate for a girl my age to be doing all of that because people will think I’m crazy. I mean, I can hide it, but soon it starts to get on my nerves and I just have to get it somehow and-“

Ysabelle paused, interrupting herself. She was sharing rather personal information with a complete stranger. What if he used it against her? What if he picked on her? What if he thought that she was strange and didn’t want to talk to her?

“I probably shouldn’t be telling you all of this.” Ysabelle said quickly.

She turned around, about to run, but the boy called out:

“Don’t go yet! I want to talk to you!”

Ysabelle stopped. The boy wanted to talk to her? Why? To find out embarrassing things about her? To pick on her evermore? Or to genuinely be her friend?

Ysabelle turned back around and joined the boy in a seat next to him. In that instance, she saw that his blue eyes glittered perfectly underneath the dim lights.

“I’m Kix. What’s your name?” He asked, his eyes fixed on hers, as though he were intently listening and didn’t just want the conversation to pass by.

Maybe he did care about her after all.

“Ysabelle.” She said.

“That’s a lovely name! This time of year certainly demands a lot of attention, doesn’t it? I’m going to sing with a choir in this auditorium any minute now! I’m not particularly excited about it, but the rules still stand that I must do it for the sake of tradition. Does that frustrate you? That you have to do something because everybody else wants you to do it? Because that’s expected of you?” Kix asked.

Ysabelle hesitated a bit. He opened up about a lot of things, but should she really confess how she felt? She certainly didn’t expect the conversation to last longer than two seconds, what if it was too good to be true?

Why not talk to him? Her parents went to many different parties, she might not see him ever again. What would be the harm in letting her feelings out? She never got to do it at home.

“I don’t know why I act the way I act. I’m aware that singing, dancing and talking to myself aren’t things that are normal for a fourteen year old girl, but I can’t help it. It just happens. I wish it didn’t, but it does. I used to not care about it when I was little, but now, it seems like everybody is pointing it out, like a blister or a scab. Am I being annoying? Sorry if I’m talking too much, you can tell me to stop.” Ysabelle said, thoughts of being ridiculed already creeping up the corners of her mind.

“No, it’s fine. Let it all out. Is this your first time at our Christmas party? I don’t think that I’ve seen you before.” Kix said, his glimmering blue eyes holding hints of inquisitiveness.

“My family goes to a bunch of different rich Christmas parties every year, we’ve never been to this one.” Ysabelle confessed.

Neither of them said a word to each other after that. Ysabelle felt her nerves unravel, calm down. His eyes, oh, his eyes! How blue they were, like the paintings at home! She found that dim lights always made everything look more magical, more ethereal.

A loud, resounding GONG rang throughout the room, startling Ysabelle and sending Kix off on his feet. He didn’t leave before saying:

“My performance is about to start! Stay right up front, you’ll see me better! I’ll be sure to make this party fun for you!”

Ysabelle waved goodbye as she watched him leave. How kind of him to offer the front seat! To promise that she’d have a fun time at the party! He didn’t need to do all of that, but she appreciated it.

She’d keep his thoughtfulness close to her heart.