Hey, psst. 'Y/N' stands for 'your name' if your new to reader insert fics.
"Hey, Y/N," your mother called out from the porch.
"Yes, mom?" you replied from across the field. You lived and worked on a farm in outskirts with your family and had just returned from a hard day's work out on the fields. Needless to say, you were knackered, "Whad'dya want?"
"I need you to get me some almonds and some other ingredients…"
"We live on a farm, we could literally just grow that,"
"Y/N, you know almonds are grown in hot climates, right?" your mother smiled softly.
"But why me?" you moaned as you approached the porch spreading your arms to underline your point.
"Why not you?" she chimed from the kitchen, "You know your father is out ploughing the fields, your grandfather is too old to do anything, and your older brother, Dylan, is working abroad,"
All of that was true. Your family, for the most part, worked hard to keep themselves fed and alive. It wasn't too bad though. Your brother, Dylan, lives abroad and runs a successful insurance company and would occasionally send loads of money back to keep his family supported. Despite this your parents insisted you keep on working just in case of a 'Rainy day'.
"Ok, what about sis? I haven't seen her all day,"
"Oh, Nozomi is at her boyfriend's house," she said, "My little babies are becoming adults. I still remember when you were still in your little baby booties,"
"Euugh," you retched, "Gross,"
"Don't worry, honey, I'm sure you'll get a girlfriend, eventually,"
"That's not what I was thinking of," You muttered, "I highly doubt I'll get a girlfriend, by the way. You already know what happened the first, and last time, I got a girlfriend,"
"Don't worry, you know what they say. 'There's plenty of fish in the sea'" she smiled, "and go get ready, can't keep that almond cake is waiting,"
You went into your room and changed from your dirty, sweaty work clothes into your favourite coloured hoodie and a pair of sneakers of your favourite brand. Your mother leant you money to use and a list of the ingredients she needed.
"Hey mom, I'm gonna take James out," you called out to the kitchen.
"Sure, here's the keys," she popped out of the kitchen and chucked the keys at you.
You made your wat to a wooden shed and went inside.
"Oh hey, Y/N," a voice with a cockney accent, "Long time no see, mate,"
"It's only been a day,"
"Yeah, but time seems to last forever when you're bored, especially when your cooped up in here,"
He had a point.
"Well, you're in luck," you said putting your motorcycle helmet, "I gotta go to town to buy almonds and whatnot,"
If you couldn't already tell, James, is a motorrad.
He was a quadbike. A Tgb blade 550SI agricultural quadbike painted flat white, to be more precise. You got on him, started the ignition and drove off, leaving cloud of dirt and dust.
You travelled down the dirt road that led to your house then travelled down the dirt road that led to your house then travelled down the paved road to the city.
The landscape gradually became more and more urban as you approached the city until you could see the high rises and skyscrapers of the downtown area loom over the horizon. The streets soon became crowded with people doing their day to day shopping or going to work.
You eventually reached your destination, a small corner shop on a busy road which led to the downtown area. It was pretty ordinary looking and very typical looking for a corner shop. Typically, a person (especially a person who was visiting the city for the first time) would ignore the shop and head deeper into the city to do their shopping. But if you were to look inside you would find out that it sold just about anything you could think of.
Anything from: food, clothes, medicine and raw materials. Hell, it even had a license to sell surplus military equipment like firearms and Kevlar vests. So it was very useful for any travellers who happened to be passing by. In addition, your father knew the owners very well and were best friends back in the day so you got a 10% discount on anything in the shop.
You did your shopping and approached the counter once you got everything on your list.
"Oh, good afternoon, Y/N," a frail feminine voice called out from behind the counter.
"Good afternoon, Mrs Jones," you placed your shopping on the counter as she started scanning through the groceries before you paid and left, "Say hi for Mr Jones for me,"
"I will!"
You walked out with a pair of plastic shopping bags. You looked down on the pavement, watching your feet as they moved in front of the other, your hair covering your face. You weren't looking where you were going so it was only a matter until you bumped into someone and found yourself lying on the floor moments later.
"Ahhh…" you groaned clutching your head, "Damnit," you crawled on the floor with your groceries scattered around you, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I should have been looking where I was going,"
"Nah, nah, its fine, I wasn't paying attention either," the voice was distinctly female. Soft, beautiful and somewhat familiar, "Here, let me help, it's the least I could do,"
"No, no, it's fine,"
Despite your plea insisting you were fine and didn't need help, she still decided to help you.
You kept your head down and averted eye contact with the stranger as you both put the groceries in the bag. Everything was going fine until you accidentally slipped your hand on top of the stranger's hand.
"Ah! Sorry!" without thinking you looked up, making eye contact with the stranger.
You were both frozen in position, gazing into each other.
The longer you stared however, the more familiar she started to look. Or was it a he? The stranger looked very much like a boy around you age.
The strangers green black eyes, the shade of green black, even the feminine soft voice, even though it sounded more mature, still sounded somewhat familiar.
As your brain started digging up distant, long lost, previously forgotten memories you started to remember that despite the strangers looks that it was indeed a he.
Suddenly, the realisation hit you like a truck.
"But no… that's impossible…" You thought, "…is it?"
You snapped back into reality scrutinising every single detail once again.
Yep, no doubt about it. This so called 'stranger'
You know her… you know this girl.
"Is… is that really you?" you both said simultaneously.
Well, this is awkward…