Fourteen; Warmth
A cold rush of wind blew through his hair as he stood outside her door. It had been nerve racking asking her out, let alone be talking to her. Much to his surprise, she gracefully accepted his offer that day. A simple request to go cloud watching the next afternoon. It had rained the day before, so the clouds were still hanging about.
And so, here he was at her door, at the appointed time, but he knew that she wouldn't be ready on time. It was one of those endearing traits that only some people revered. After, what seemed hours to him, waiting for a few minutes, she appeared magically in front of him, wearing what seemed to be like pajamas.
"Sorry," She blurted out with a slight frown, "it's just that my Otou-san won't let me out."
"Why?" The boy asked suddenly, he was never properly trained in expressing himself with words.
"Otou-san says it's too cold out, but I think otherwise!" She left a little pout on her face. He couldn't help but smile at her.
"Then, next time." He bluntly shouted.
"You can take me out somewhere warmer next time." She smiled softly at him as she slowly closed the door.
He wistfully smiled at himself and walked away from her porch. He felt like an idiot for smiling all the way home, but he couldn't stop it. His lips would always curve up at the thought of her. When at age fourteen, sure, when a girl says next time, it really translates into a promise for a boy's tender heart.
"Next time," He whispered to himself, "I'll take you somewhere warmer."
He already felt like he was somewhere warm, being basked in the presence of her happiness.
My first fanfiction, so be nice please. (: Just a random set of drabbles that I started typing mindlessly.
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