“LOOK OUT!!!” calls someone on the field, but it was too late. The ball hit آپ square in the face. آپ swore loudly and tried to find the person who had kicked the ball. “Alright, who the hell kicked that!?” one of the boys shout. آپ heard foot steps running towards you. “God, are آپ alright?” He asked. آپ huff. “Yeah, I’m fine.” آپ say bitterly, “I got hit like that all the time when I played so It’s no big deal. Get back to your دکھائیں کشتی game of soccer.” The boy in front of آپ was quiet for a while.
“A hero would never leave an innocent girl all سے طرف کی herself in a strange place.” آپ laugh. Not because آپ were trying to be cute, but because آپ thought he was really stupid. “I know how to take care of myself... what did آپ say your name was?” The boy chuckled. “Alfred F. Jones, at your service.” آپ sigh dramatically. “Well, Alfred, I’m (y/n).” آپ stick out your hand and find that his is already there. آپ feel yourself blush with embarrassment.
Alfred starts the conversation. “So, what are آپ doing out here on a gloomy دن like today?” آپ sigh. “I didn’t know it was that bad outside today.” آپ can practically feel the frown of confusion on Alfred’s face. “How would آپ not know?” آپ مککا, عجیب الخلقت at where he should have been, but he wasn’t there. آپ cursed under your breath and said, “I thought that the dark glasses gave it away. I’m blind آپ pinhead!” For a while, آپ don’t hear the American say anything.
You took the opportunity to read your book. He was so quite, آپ had completely forgotten he was there. that is, until he said, “(y/n)?” آپ sigh and put your book down. “What is it.” آپ ask drearily. “How often do آپ come to the park?” he asked. YOu shrug. “Almost every day. Why?” آپ hear the American stutter. “N-no reason!!! You’re just cool to hang out with آپ don’t try to hook up with me because of my looks یا anything.” آپ say nothing. آپ hear the american’s palm ذائقہ, مارنا his face. “Right. Stupid me! آپ can’t.”
You continue to stay silent. After about 10 مزید minutes, your phone’s alarm goes off. آپ stretch and stand up. “Well, I best be off.” آپ say, “Fair well, Alfred.” آپ start walking away, but Alfred says, “Wait!” آپ comply. “Yes?” آپ ask. آپ hear shuffling of feet and آپ assume that it’s Alfred. “Would آپ like me to walk me home?” he asked. آپ shake your head. “I know the way here and the way back to my house like the back of my hand.” آپ say. آپ hear the American sigh. “But thanks anyways.” آپ add hastily. آپ wave to him and آپ walk home.
{Magical time skip to when آپ arrive at your apartment}
You unlock your door and walk inside. “I’m home, (older cousin’s name)!” آپ head to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and open the fridge. ‘Well that’s unusual.’ آپ think. (older cousin’s name) always made آپ meals before he/she left. In fact, he/she was almost never home. آپ groan. آپ decide that آپ might as well finish your book in your room, then آپ think abut your day. Who was that person آپ were talking to? He seemed nice enough and آپ got the feel in that he wasn’t going to try to perve on آپ یا rape آپ یا anything. he was too proud of himself to get that low. آپ had to admit, he was such a kind person. And the way his hand felt in your hand...
‘NO!’ آپ thought to yourself, ‘I just met this guy!’ آپ sighed and presses your alarm clock so it would tell آپ what time it was. “Ten Twenty-Seven PM.” It said. آپ yawned. ‘Maybe I’ll see him tomorrow.’ آپ think to yourself as آپ drift to sleep’
