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