Victoria screamed.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I said I was coming tomorrow, weren’t I?” prompted Lucas. Lucas was a lover of botany, specifically about flowering plants that bore fruits. Even more specifically, about watermelons. He constantly wore clothing and accessories that showed the imagery of watermelons. Victoria fell in love with him mainly due to his love of watermelon, as she loved these watery, fresh fruits, as well, though she personally preferred strawberries. Lucas, himself, looked rather like a watermelon, a body of an oval shape, with a long, thick neck, connecting to a head with no discernable chin line. He had dark, wavy hair, with holes for eyes, and smooth, plump skin, with a large, thin nose.

Currently, he appeared to be soaked to the bone, his watermelon hoodie being ironically wet. His hair drooped down with rainwater, and his face appeared to have been watered by a hose. Despite the appearance of having been drenched in water and it being past midnight, he still seemed as excited and energized as ever. It seems as though Victoria was too focused on his appearance and mood, as she had missed most of Lucas’s monologue.

“Well, I kept my promises, now. Didn’t I? So now I am here, and I think we have a couple of things to talk about. Mainly about the relationship. All about the relationship.”

“I have some things to talk about it, too.” stated Victoria, attempting to sound confident. Lucas has slowly gone from loving watermelons to honeydews, a fruit that Victoria believed was quite nasty, due to its desaturated, lumpy shape, even if she didn’t have any experience with it. Not only that, Lucas had continuously slipped out of Victoria’s favor, with his odd tastes, of which she didn’t approve of, one of which being his odd taking to corn snakes, a type of rat snake. More importantly, however, was his slow slip into his true self; a nasty man with bad temper.

“Well, what is it about?” questioned Lucas.

Victoria bluntly stated, “It’s about you.”

“What? What have I done that’s ruined this lovely and consensual bond between us, bonding over the pure amazingness that is watermelons!”

“You’ve slowly gone obsessing over honeydews.”

“Well, what’s so bad? Honeydews aren’t that different from watermelons, I mean, for one, they’re both melons!” exclaimed Lucas. They weren’t. “I think we should actually talk about you secretly talking to other guys online! I bet some of them even go to the same school as us, you witch!” Victoria giggled at this poor attempt at an insult, but was rather more insulted that he had assumed this, clearly showing his distrust of her, no matter how warranted it may be.

“Well, um, can you prove it?” retorted Victoria.

“Give me your phone. Now. And if you won’t, that shows that you are scared of me finding out, aren’t you?” commanded Lucas. Victoria gave him her phone. She hoped all of this ruckus wouldn’t manage to reach her parents' room, where they were currently snoring like a bear hibernating. Lucas tapped on a few buttons, went into the texting app, and found one of her friends.

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“Aha! See this?” He pushed the screen into her face, showing her texting to a friend named Andrew. Lucas began to read off some of the ‘sexually charged’ things they had said to each other.

“Victoria says, ‘Hey dude, can you grab some things for me?’ Andrew says, ‘Fine, but you’ll have to give me something in return, Heart Emoji,’” he finished. “You see, this is why I don’t trust you with other people. And Andrew, he’s got something coming his way,” he angrily decided.

“He’s only my friend! Is your head as thick as a watermelon?” Victoria said back. Lucas clearly took offense to this, as he stumbled back to some invisible force of pure shock. Such a showoff. Victoria knew she had severed his ability to articulate his words properly, as his face continued to be opened, jaws down to his shoulders. “Also, I thought it was about time,” Victoria sighed.

“Time for what,” inquired Lucas.

“Time for us to break up.”

“What? You can’t be doing this to me!” Lucas interjected.

“It’s only been five months.”

“But, still-”

“Hey, may I add, you are trespassing on private property without any of our permission.” After saying this, Victoria began to push Lucas closer to the window, before pushing him out onto the soil behind her walls. Dirt matted his clothing and face, and he made a run for it, with an odd sobbing noise uncharacteristic of him.

Before making a turn around the corner, he said, “I will meet you tomorrow!” before tripping and falling on the ground. At this moment in time, Victoria stopped paying attention to him and went back to sleeping. Before she could do this, however, she remembered something she had just forgotten about: her new classes. The dry, hot summer was over, and over the break, she had started her new school year at a new school, this one being of secondary status. She had secretly applied for certain classes she knew her parents would be of a disparaging attitude towards. Aside from central, required classes, she also applied for a few elective classes, one of these being SDP, a class all about educating newcomers to the techniques of the brush. Despite not being exactly a newcomer to this, she still applied, hoping she would learn new pieces to add to her collective ability. Secondly, she also hoped to meet new, like-minded people.

Unfortunately, however, she learned that Lucas would also be going to this school. Fortunately, she shared no classes with him aside from the main classes. She knew he’d try to get back at her after breaking up so suddenly, but she had hoped that the school would protect a sort of way, like her last did with her bullies, who she wished she would not find in her new school. She knew that one of her friends, Andrew, older than her by a year, was already at the school, and was excited to meet him once more. Their contact had been severed by her parents, which was most likely due to concern about his age compared to hers, though the concerns seemed to be baseless. She had also just happened to remember the favor Andrew did for her, and the favor she’d had to return. She knew what it was, as they had known each other since their youth.

After pondering all varieties of subjects relating to tomorrow for a while, she began to become sleepier and sleepier, until she found it hard to rest her head on her shoulders. She began to get prepared into bed, laid spread out on her bed in an uncomfortable situation. One that represented tomorrow perfectly. She drifted off into a drowsy state, before closing her eyes one last time. This time, there would be no dreams, for tomorrow, it was for dreams to be shattered. The rain had stopped, the glum clouds had cleared, and the moon glared above.