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