I guess I fell asleep because we were on the ground and people were leaving when I woke up.
I stretched, grabbed my bags and left before I was the last one on the plane. I didn't want to look like a loner, not did I want to get lost behind a bunch of people in an unfamiliar airport.
Ugh… Now the hard part: Time to find Yoshino…
He'll come and find me. He'll yell my name at the top of his lungs, making sure his and my presence are known to America.
Suddenly, I was picked up off the ground, terrified out of my wits.
"Hey!" I yelled at the man holding me, bopping his head.
"Hey!" he argued back. "That's no way to greet your great-grandpa!"
Ugh…
"So, how was your flight, Kiku?!" he yelled rather than asked.
"Fine…" I mumbled. Not!
"Good! Let's go get ice cream!" he yelled like a six-year-old.
He's too happy… I thought wearily.
"You want me to do something, don't you…" I stated.
He stopped and stared at me for a disturbingly long time. "Haha! How did you know? You're a psychic little fellow, aren't you?" He asked like I was a little kid.
"Magic..!" I replied sarcastically.
Saying that apparently didn't phase him since he started toward the car again. "Hurry up, Kiku! I know an amazing ice cream shop to take you! To the car!" He shouted while pointing to the direction of the car. "To NARNIA!" He shouted louder, making people look over and stare, and almost started to run.
Oh God… Old person running! Beware! I thought as I carried my things behind the old man and into the trunk of the car.
An Hour Later
"KIKU! WAKE UP! WE'RE HERE!" boomed a voice at the top of their lungs.
I jumped, almost hitting my head on the roof of the car.
Damn old man…
I got out and looked at the sign that I think said "Ice Cream". I don't know English so it could've said "Strip Club" for all I know.
I looked expectantly at the fluent-English-speaking man standing next to me.
"Don't worry. You don't have to go in. I know what you like. Wait out here. I'm friends with the shop owner. He's got a hot daughter!" He laughed and walked in.
I rolled my eyes, annoyed. I don't care. Girls are always needy and are too much of a hassle anyway…
I sat on a ledge near the building's window. I probably looked like a stupid hobo or some stupid, emo-looking teen.
I watched the Americans walk by as I listened to their weird language. I hoped no one would want to speak to me.
I waited impatiently for the old man. I was thinking about getting back in the car to wait until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I glanced up to see a boy, probably about my age, with blonde hair and aqua blue eyes. Oh no… He's going to want me to speak to him, but I can't understand him! Do something, Kiku! Yoshino, hurry up! No, no, no..!
He smiled warmly and started speaking, but I didn't know what he was saying. I shook my head and frowned. "Sorry! N-No Engrish!"
The young teen smiled again and started to speak Chinese. Goddammit! Another frown and head shake from me.
He sighed and spoke in Japanese. "Is this better?" He asked, clearly annoyed at this point.
His Japanese was a little fuzzy, but it was pretty good for it not being his mother language. I replied, "Oh, yes! I'm sorry about that. I don't know much English."
"It's fine," he smiled. "My name's Alfred, but my friends call me Al for short."
That smile… Wait! WHAT?! What am I thinking? I yelled at myself as he sat down next to me. He smells nice, too—WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! HOLD UP! Kiku, get a hold of yourself, goddammit!
"That's nice," I said as I scooted away, hiding my face since I was probably blushing.
"What's yours?" He asked.
He smells like hamburgers. STOP IT, KIKU! "U-Umm… It's K-Kiku. Kiku Honda." I replied, hiding my face more.
"Cute," he laughed.
He thinks I'm cute? WHAT? No! I'm not cute…am I? No, I'm not! "Yea, whatever…" I said as a conversation ender.
We sat there in comfortable, but weird, silence for a few minutes, watching people walk by until he startled me with a question. Literally. I almost fell off the ledge we were sitting on.
"Do you have a phone?" he asked.
"W-What? Oh… Yea. Why?" I answered him.
"Can I have your number?" he asked with another warm smile. "You look like you could use a friend, and America is huge. The way you act, it seems like you just arrived."
"O-Oh. Yea, I guess." I gave it to him as my great-grandfather finally came out of the building.
"HEY, KIKU! YOU ALREADY GET A BOYFRIEND?" he laughed with bad timing.
"WHAT?! HELL NO! SHUT UP, OLD MAN!" I shouted back.
"You're gay?" Asked the voice next to me.
"What? N-No!" I declared while I stood up, glaring at Yoshino.
"Uh… I guess I'll just go then. I'll text you! See ya, Kiku!" He called as he jogged away.
The old man chuckled and gave me my ice cream.
I smeared it down his face.
A/N: See? I promised to try to make longer chapters and I did! :D And Alfred is finally introduced into the story! R&R please! And thank you so much Chichita, your review made me happy. c: