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Chapter 2: An Unusual Day

You hurriedly walked through the cold, eager to get home, know that mom would scold you for being late. You were excited to see you father, who could come home often because of work.

Right before a turn, you tripped on a long wooden stick. You fell flat on you face and groaned. You heard snickering somewhere off behind you and turned around. The stick was still there but, erm… floating? You got up carefully and walked to touch it. It also seemed as if something was holding up the stick. The snickering had come to a stop, right when you touched whatever was "holding" the stick upright. Whatever it was ,it felt smooth, strong, and cold to your touch. Whatever it was, it disappeared in a gust of wind. It almost felt like you were holding person's cheek, but you didn't have a lot of time to dwell on it, as you had to get back home for dinner. For some reason you wanted cold food, in cold weather? What was wrong with you tonight? First, snowballs out of nowhere, tripping over floating sticks, and people you couldn't see?

You were so lost in thought, that you didn't notice that a person was right in front of you, and you slammed right into their back. Falling backwards on your bum, you flailed in vain hopes of keeping your terrible balance. You glued your eyes shut, waiting for your bum to meet cold, wet cement, but it never did. You peeked one eye one to find that 1) you were being held up by someone. 2) That person was a friend of yours, Dashiell, who just smiled and helped you get into a standing position.

You two weren't overly familiar with each other, but were friends nonetheless. He was the main pitcher for the schools baseball team, a straight A student, and wasn't too bad in the looks department or personality-wise from what you know and have heard. He was tall, slightly tanned, had a flop of straight light brown hair, and darkish green eyes. His eyes were boring into yours, his smile slightly amused at your blushing face.

"Thanks," you muttered as you squirmed out of his iron like grip. It resulted quite badly, as his hand was now right below you chest, and his face even closer to yours now. You gulped, very obviously, as he visibly flushed in the face and let you go.

"Uh, so…"

"Yeah."

" I gotta get home. So bye," you said quietly.

" Hey, uh, (f/n). D-Do you, ya know, maybe, want to hangout sometime?" he asked with a very nervous stutter.

You smiled. " Sure, why not?"

He smiled in turn and said, " I'll call you," and then walked away. You couldn't wipe the stupid smile off your face as you continued to stroll at a leisure pace, back home.

Clicking the door open at 7:15, you stalked in as silently as you could. When you saw that no one was around in the living room, you ran up to your room up the stairs. You flopped down on your nice, fluffy bed and kicked of your boots and flung them away.

" (F/n)? Are you home yet? I heard the door!" your mother called.

" I'M HERE! What, is it time for dinner? Is dad here?" you asked.

" Yes, and yes. So get down here already," she coaxed. You took off my jacket and slightly shivered. You never realized it, but it was like a chill was following you around. You ran back downstairs and into the kitchen. You were met with happy and warm looks from your parents. You smiled just as warmly right back at them. Dinner was already laid out and your plate empty, just waiting to be filled with steak, mashed potatoes, and (your favorite vegetable). You smiled even wider as you got a seat next to daddy, who was sitting happily. You promptly sat down and ate. It was quiet and peaceful, just talking about how everyone was doing or talking about dad's work. And then dad had to pull a father stereotype.

" So, sweetie, there aren't any… special boys in your life are there? Because, if so, I need to meet him and make sure he won't hurt you." He said warningly. Mom just perked her ears and started to take further interest

You rolled your eyes at him and mom. 'Parents' you thought with a huff.

"No! Sheesh. Just. Friends! I only have friends. And positively no. Love. Interest." you replied, slightly angry.

They held their hands up in defense / a sign of defeat. "Hey it was only a question. Calm yourself, Eiago." He said with a slight snicker. Mom gave an inward smile and your face just stayed neutral. It was a joke from the Disney movie you loved as a kid, Aladdin.

Dinner was now finished and you now were helping with the dishes. It went by in a flash and you ran back upstairs to your room with your favorite dessert. You sat down, contemplating your new, friendlier relationship with your classmate. Wonder why a popular guy like him wants to hang out with you, kind of a wallflower, not really 'in' with the groups.

Still pondering about his reasons, you put away your dirty dishes and went to the bathroom to wash up. You came back out feeling fresh and free of all thoughts, yet pretty tired as well. You crawled into the crisp, clean sheets and quickly fell asleep, thinking about you unusual day.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry about all this filler crud. My apologizes. First Fanfic. I know not an excuse, but I want to make sure that everything is going to be well explained. So if you have any questions, constructive criticisms, or reviews, throw 'em at me! I don't exactly like flames, but for the sake of my writing having a chance at getting better, I can take it! So, yup! R&R! It makes all writers feel happy, especially a newbie like me!