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