(A/N: First chapter of the fic, I'm really sorry I took so long to upload it. I really wanted to make sure that the chapter was the best I could make it. Enjoy!)

Chapter 1
Zick

"Elena! Elena, wait up!"

Zick watched as his friend left the classroom with no sign of acknowledgement of his existence or of having heard him.

"A lover's quarrel Zick?" Pattie asked her tone reflected on the nasty smile on Mattie's face.

Not bothering to try and explain things, he too left the classroom without a second glance at his classmates or the sniggering duo to his left. Zick had hoped for a chance to have a nice long talk to Elena in the morning but no such chance came (not even when he had chased her all the way to school), which was also the reason why he had not cycled to school.

As he trudged back home, he gave a small sigh trying to reflect on his behaviour during the past few days to try and see what he had intentionally (or unintentionally) done to infuriate his best friend. However, he could not for the life of him remember what he had done wrong.

"May be it's just girl's stuff, things completely unrelated to me…" Zick told himself completely unaware that he was voicing his thoughts or loud and the stares he were receiving from passer-bys because of them.

"Poor dear… already losing it at such a young age, tsk tsk…" An old lady remarked as Zick walked past the bench she was sitting on. "Children these days are just so stressed isn't that right, Polly?"

"Squawk!" Replied the parrot on her right.

Zick turned right into his neighbourhood. As the houses passed him by, he began to mentally prepare himself for a big scolding. He made to walk up to Elena's house when he saw an anxious-looking but very pretty girl with long red hair looking up and down the street almost as if she was searching for something.

'I'm sure Elena would understand.' Zick thought, 'besides it's not everyday when one gets to help a pretty girl.'

"Hi!"

He gave his brightest smile to the girl who reciprocated it with a small and forced smile of her own. "…Hi…"

"You look a little lost…"

"Umm… y-yeah! I am a little lost since... since this is my first time visiting Oldmill you see."

He gave a small chuckle upon hearing her answer and couldn't help but think how adorable she looked when she was so flustered. "Well… If you don't mind I'd be happy to help you out since I'm familiar with the area."

At this point, Zick saw how nervously picking at the hem of her skirt and took her silence into consideration.

"Don't worry, I really meant it when I offered my help and this neighbourhood is really safe." He extended his hand towards her in a gesture of friendship and trust and with a smile said, "Come on."

"O-Okay…"

Zick spent the entire afternoon showing the girl around Oldmill. He did not know what she was doing there except that she was a visitor plus she seemed really interested in the history of the old village.

Slightly worn out, Zick brought her to a small café well-known for its authenticity and old-school swivel stools.

The chubby but kindly owner smiled at Zick as he placed their order on the table and walked away.

"Don't be shy, eat up! It's on me!"

"Oh… I don't know what to say, you really don't have to do this…"

"Don't say that, now dig in!"

The girl picked up her fork and began to take her first few bites of her ice-cream float, considerably brightened by Zick's grin.

The duo spent an hour at the café before it was time to leave.

Zick stared at his shoes, feeling a little awkward as she stood in front of him.

"Umm, I know this sounds weird but although we spent the afternoon talking… I still don't know your name… My name's Ezekiel Zick by the way, but everyone calls me Zick… You don't have to tell me your name if you don't want… But, that is- err, you don't have to force yourself…"

Zick mentally kicked himself for acting like such an idiot and had to forcibly bite his cheek to calm down and shut up.

"My name's Myra Johnson. Thanks for everything Zick."

He blushed as Myra leaned over and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.

"I'll see you around!"

"… Wow…"

His hand touched the area she kissed and as he stood there staring at the street, vowed that he would never wash his left cheek ever again.

It took some time before he remembered that he had promised his mother to help her out in her greenhouse and he walked back home, his mind filled with thoughts of the mysterious Myra.

(A/N: See you in the next chapter and review please! Ja ne~!)