Edited: Awww, my first fic, my past me was so innocent, I really didn't know (I still don't, but shh) I have so many spelling errors. But hey,I fix it, kind of.
When I saw him, all I could think was that he was bald, shorty and that he reminded me of a certain character on TV.
This is the story of how I fell in love of the most stupid, ridiculous and adorable guy I've never met before.
I should introduce myself. I'm Sasha Braus , a sixteen year old girl with a food problem.
It's not like I'm fat, or anything else, rather my way to look food is not what you say "normal". People who know me and have seen me eat, says that caused a combination of fear and amaze at the same time. I love food and when I say love, is live for it.
I met this guy at the party of a mutual friend. Jean Kirschtein.
Let me tell you about Jean.
He is attractive, in every sense of the word, but let's face it, he's a dick.
Don't misunderstand me, when he lets you know him, he was almost nice and funny in his own way, of course. He had this weird obsession with this chick, Mikasa, an asian teenager who never left her brother and their little friend's side. It was very funny to see him enter in a room and immediately go after her looking like a tomato.
When I arrive to Kirschtein's house, I was greeted by Marco, the Freckled Jesus. He was nice with everyone without a pinch of egoism and he had a smile that could melt any heart. When I met him, I thought he was Jean's boyfriend (Jean if you read this, sorry), but what would you think about two guys who spend all their time together and sometimes acted as a couple?
My idea faded when he introduce us his girlfriend, Mina, a girl who was lovely and nice like him.
There I was, sitting in the garden, drinking a beer and eating an entire bowl of chips. I felt several eyes were on me, but really I care nearly as much as brussels sprouts (which should be the only food that I hate) because I didn't know anyone, Jean and Marco had seen me eat long ago, so it was pointless keep the composure .
At one point a hand touch my shoulder
I'm not an easy person to scare, but damn, I almost spit beer and chips from my mouth. When I turn a bald guy smiles at me.
"Can I sit here?" he said pointing the chair that was next to me.
Why he ask? He can sit wherever he wants. Well, maybe he just want to be polite.
"Sure" I say
"Connie" he said as he sat
"Sasha" I replied. He reminds me someone, but who—"Aang"
"What?" he said arching an eyebrow "Why did you- Oh My God! Why every time?!"
"Every time, what?" I said, realizing how I have called him
"Every time I meet someone, they say I look like that fucking avatar"
I try, really, but the laugh fall out of my mouth before I could stop it. He looked shocked why this chick who he doesn't know mocks him? , After a while he started laughing too.
When we realized all were watching us.
"Look," I said "we're the soul of the party"
"It's true" he said, gasping "by the way" he continue with a serious tone, "why are you here alone?"
"I don't know anyone," I said, feeling strange for the self pity.
"Me neither!"He says looking exited "Jean forced me to come"
Suddenly the doubt invaded me
"How do you know Jean?" I said drinking what it left on my beer can.
"I go to the same high school with him and Marco" he said searching for the last chips in the bowl "And you?"
Oh yeah, the way I met that asshole was because of my stomach.
I was on the bus , hungry as always. While I was checking my backpack, hoping to find something to calm my hunger, my stomach decided to make a noise, very similar to an angry dog. Suddenly an angelic hand offers me a sandwich, when I looked up to thank him, there was Jean, with his beanie, looking attractive.
Oh he's looking you. Say something. Fast.
"On the bus to the way home" I said
"And why do you talked him?" he said, feigning disinterest.
Because he gave me a sandwich and I thought he was an angel.
"I found him cute" I replied
What?! ! Uugh.
I couldn't say something else? I do not know, something like, "I dropped my pencil and he picked it up" or "I slipped and he caught me before I fell ," but no.
"Really?" he said looking at his lap
He looks sad? Disappointed?
"But then I met him and I found out he was an asshole" I said trying, I don't know why, lift his mood
When I said that, his smile returned and I felt my cheeks warming despite the low temperature.
Late at night, thanks we didn't stop talking, I discovered we had much in common: both loved challenges, no matter how strange or unpleasant were, we always accepted. We both liked the same type of music and of course, we both loved the food, he, of course, with a much smaller devotion than mine.
I didn't realize the time till Jean called us to go home. It was quarter past two am.
"Shit" Connie say looking at his watch "My mom's going to kill me"
Mine too. I know what it feels bro.
"Sash, give me your number" shaking my shoulder, trying to get me out of my thoughts.
How subtle
"What?"
"Give me your number to keep talking; my mom's not going to let me out for a while"
I felt, happy? exited?
I mean, the fact that someone wanted to keep talking to me after seeing me eat , it was a great succes.
"Here" I said giving him back his phone with my number on it. When I did, our fingers touched for a split second, forcing me to take my hand away quickly to cover it with the other.
He saved me as "Ponytail"
I, saved him "Aang"
We stayed two weeks grounded, but luckily we both convince our mothers to keep our phones. We talked daily since then. Our themes were different each day, as our favorite band and our favorite series and comics.
One day, while I was eating a small snack after a bath, a song started playing on my cell. It was Connie.
"Hey ponytail"
"'Sup Aang" I replied swallowing the food was in my mouth .
"Are you busy this weekend?"
My heart stopped
"Mmm" I said trying to sound casual "No, why?"
"Want to come to my place and eat pizza?"
"What kind of pizza?" I said arching an eyebrow
"Does matter the taste?" he said confused
"Size, Aang! Size!"
"Oh" he said before a short laugh "Large?"
"Deal"
"Ok" he said "I'll send you the address, bye Sasha"
"Bye Connie" I said smiling, like if he were able to see me.
When I left the phone on the bed next to me, I felt how my stomach was churning, of emotion, of course.
That weekend I had nothing to wear, I usually put the first thing that I found, but, now, nothing seemed to look well.
When I finally find something, I was on the subway in my way to Connie's place.
I still have this strange feeling of anxiety.
I hope he like my dress.
Edited: Wow, I was terrible translating, well I still do, but WOW
