What could possibly go wrong on a day like this?
Many, many, many things, but we won't go there.
Happy thoughts, (y/n). Happy thoughts.
You aren't going to get killed by the crazy person driving the taxi. Nope. Not at all.
A near shriek left my lips when the taxi driver (now dubbed Mr. Sadistic) took a turn sharp enough to tip the car onto two wheels. I swear he did that just to get that reaction, the prick.
I was not going to die, I was NOT going to die.
" I'm gonna die," I whimpered, holding onto the bar above the window for dear life. It had became my new best friend during the first five minutes of the ride.
He screeched to a halt in front of a cozy, two story house, ending my horrible ride.
" Here you go, sweetheart. Do you need help?" he asked as sweetly as one could. I just shook my head, feeling sick, stepping out on shaky knees.
" Never again…" I muttered, staggering to the trunk to grab my bags. " God, please, never let me ride in one of those monsters again."
A small chuckle was heard and I looked over. A lovely young woman stood in the doorway of the house next door.
" I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh."
" It's okay." I smiled, dragging my bags out of the trunk. Making sure everything was there, I handed my money to the driver(though I personally thought he didn't deserve it) and he drove off, tearing down the street. I pity the next poor soul who had the misfortune to call him.
" Do you need help?" the woman asked.
" Oh, no it's-"
" It's not a problem!" she turned into the doorway. " Daisuke, dear!"
I flushed slightly and picked up a bag, intent on disappearing inside my new home before this 'Daisuke' got here.
A tanned hand reached out and picked up my last two bags before I did and I looked up into a pair of deep ruby eyes. I blinked owlishly as the boy stood up.
" Err…thanks." I mumbled, standing up straight. He smiled.
" It's no problem. My mom can be pretty persistent." he said, nodding to the now empty doorway.
" Yes, so I saw. She seems nice though."
" She is. A bit nosy, but she is."
I grinned. " Most mothers are. Mine should be calling soon, to see if I'm still breathing."
He laughed and followed me into my house.
" Nice house." he said.
" Just drop those anywhere. I'll get them in a second." I said, dropping the ones I had in my hands on the floor, wincing when I heard a distinctive crunch.
" I hope that wasn't my computer…" I muttered, bending down to check. It wasn't, but…
" No," I moaned, holding up the broken canvas. " I worked so hard on this too…"
The boy walked over and gently took it from my hands, fiddling with the snapped pieces of wood. When he handed it back, it was almost back to normal.
" Just take some super glue to it, and it should be alright." he said. I grinned at him.
" Thank you!" I placed the painting gingerly on the counter.
" That's quite impressive." he said, observing the painting now.
" It took me a week to finish." I said. " Oh, I haven't even told you my name yet." I turned to him, holding out my hand.
" (Your full name)."
He smiled and took my hand, shaking it.
" Daisuke Niwa. Nice to meet you."
" Same to you."
" You just move?" he asked, noting that there wasn't much to the house.
" Yeah, more or less. I'm just waiting for my parents to show up, so I'm by myself for the next month or so." I said. He gave me a surprised look.
" How old are you?"
" Sixteen. Why?"
Daisuke stared.
" I thought you were older." he said. I grinned.
" Most people do. What about you?"
" Same age as you. You're going to the high school here, right?"
" Yup, in about a week once the rest of my things get here and I register. I've got special permission to get a job as well, so I won't need to worry about feeding myself. Though I'm not sure about dinner…"
" You could come over to my place. My mom won't mind." Daisuke said, before blushing. I smiled.
" That would be nice. Thank you."
" Oh, that's so sweet of you, Dai!" Emiko gushed, holding her blushing son to her chest while I just stood there, watching the awkward scene while feeling…well, awkward. Daisuke looked like he'd rather be somewhere else, and quite frankly, I didn't blame him.
" We're having steak, snap peas and cheese shells." she said to me, finally letting go of her son, who quickly stepped out of arms reach.
" Sounds yummy." I said, smiling nervously.
" You're so sweet!"
The woman pounced onto me now, squeezing me with more strength I ever thought she could possess.
" Ma'am…can't…breathe…." I gasped and she let go. Daisuke sent me an apologetic smile.
I got the intense feeling that I was going to get close to the boy later in life and couldn't help but smile back.