In the soft breeze of September, soft drops of water parachuted from the sky in a calm rhythm. Leaves rolled across the emerald grass. People walked by, chattering happily. A single student laid under a tree. Alfred Fitzgerald Jones to be exact.
He hissed as water splattered onto the lenses of his glasses, shifting onto his side to allow them to slide off the delicate pieces of glass. It was a dreary day, and a tedious one too. Alfred glanced around, then sat up and swatted off any ants that crawled along his arms and legs. He raised up his phone. "Ten minutes until class." A groan escaped his lips as a few people approached him.
"Hey Al!" A voice called, it was teeming with a cheery attitude. The man, a curly-haired brunette to be exact plopped down next to Al, leaning against his much sturdier form.
"Morning Feliciano." Alfred patted his shoulder, acknowledging his presence.
"How are you~?" Once again, a certain joyfulness bloomed in his voice.
"I could be better." Alfred mused, a soft grin graced his features. Another person sat down, this time a female with the same sandy blonde shade of hair that he had. She leaned on the other side of Alfred, letting her arm stretch over his shoulder. "Hey, Amy."
"'Sup." She yawned, pulling her arms back to untie her hair from the sloppy bun she wore. "Today's been borin', hasn't it?" She mused, the other two nodded in agreement.
A bell chimed. "Aw..." Feliciano pouted, slowly standing up to grab his forest green backpack. "See you two after school!" He chimed before sprinting off towards his respective class. Amelia huffed, sitting up and grabbing her own bag.
"Bye Al." Amy looked over at her brother, then continued her walk.
Alfred frowned, standing up. He adjusted the Letterman jacket that he wore, then grabbed his blue backpack and walked off towards his classroom.
It was bustling and loud inside his building, people walking with a quick pace to get to their classes on time. Al walked leisurely, he was near to his destination, so he had no rush. People pushed around him, seeming to form an endless wave of blondes, brunettes, red-heads, and blacks. A few students with unusually coloured hair dotted the crowd.
Alfred sifted away from the groups, leaning close towards the wall for an easy turn to the next corridor of the building.
Whack.
Al stumbled backwards, only to trip on his own feet and fall. Another thump was heard, and a groan.
"Shit-! Sorry!"
"No- it's alright." A rather calm, masculine voice replied. Alfred looked over at the student he had knocked over. A male student for sure, with soft, pale blonde hair that had a distinct curl to them. Fuck. He was cute. The other student looked up and sheepishly smiled. "I apologize for uhm... running into you."
"Nah, don't be, I'm not injured so it's fine." Alfred shrugged, looking away to avoid his eyes. "Oh-" He looked at his pack that now was laying across the ground, along with the other male's, he stood up yawning. "Oh and by the way, you can call me Alfred, or Al. Whatever you prefer!"
"Francis." Then other blonde replied, pulling himself to his feet, dusting off the blue blazer he wore. "Pleasure to meet you." Alfred nodded in reply, slowly grinning. The bell ringed again, its shrill sound filling the hallways. "Ah- I guess I'll see you… at lunch maybe?"
"Sure! At lunch." The pair parted, heading off towards their individual classes.