I sat up my bed. It was 7:34 A.M. I looked over at a faint and blurry picture as I wondered about what he would be now. The reckless, hot boy I ran into. Totally not a nice one; more of a atrocity personality. The memories still came to me, in perfect memorization. I never wish to forget about it. Not until I thank him- but I don't even have a name. The one who gave me a hand, a hand that wished us as friends. The first person who gave me a hand in being friends.
I sit back, trying to remeber the accident that happened 5 years ago, when I was 14.
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"Hey, you over there! You made me drop my fruit! Now it's split up all over the floor..." I said sadly. I stared in dissapointment at the fruit. It was a rare one, hard to get when you are a E-Rank in society. The lowest rank the royals has made up. Often used as a diss, too. I waited so long to eat that rare fruit...
"Why are you so fucking mad at a thing like this?" He picked up a rock and shoved it on the fruit. "Sad?" He smirked.
"Hey, you don't know how hard it is to get something like this! Especially in a E-Rank! You rich and high rank people don't understand the values..." I started to tear up, at the thought of my mother saving up, working to get me a taste of the rich fruit that I have never touched before she bought me it. I kicked the rock.
"Whoa, there. You seriously cryin'?" He stood up, and patted his legs to get rid of the dust. He took a step forward. "You should stop, because you look like one ugly fish right now." He smiled boyishly, almost grinning wide.
That made me so angry at the time. "Hey, you son of a - How could you say that!" I shouted at him.
"Now you're not cryin'" he said, turning serious. "I should have apologized to you. For accidently knocking you over..." he said as he poked my stomach.
"But that one hell of a big belly like yours really crushed me over." He said, running his hands through his hair.
"Shut up! Just because you're tall, handsome, and hot doesn't give you the right to say rude things!" I almost stomped at his unbelievably rude personality.
"Don't worry," he said, stiffling out a laugh. "It's pretty cute."
"I told you, shut the fuck up!" I said, embarressed. "Whatever, I'm going now. Talking to you is pointless." I had noticed that my spirits were up and better than I started out with.
"Wait!" He grabbed onto my run-down sleeve. "Friends?" He held out a hand, his eyes telling me to hold it.
"Huh?" I asked, shocked, thinking of why the hell he would want to be friends with me. No one ever asked to be friends with me. Especially they didn't want to even touch my hand. Maybe it was because of this crap society that ranked us with letters. Maybe it was just because I was chubby. Who knows.
"Are you sure?" I asked, one of my eyebrow up.
"Sure, why not? I don't have any real friends." He said, his eyes sad. "You'll be my first true friend!" He suddenly smiled. What does he mean he got no friends? He was rich. He looked popular, he looked famous, with his gray eyes and reddish-brownish sort- of- messy-hair style that only made look more hot, and sexy. He had sensitive and sharp looking facial details, and eyes you would get trapped in. Why the hell would he have no friends? Is he teasing me?
"...Okay," I said, smiling.
"For real? Nice. My first chubby friend." He said, jokingly, not backing down from teasing me.
"Haha," I said, realizing he used the word 'Chubby' and not 'fat'. "My first hot and cute friend." I said, jokingly too.
His ears turned pink for some reason. "H-hey. You don't have a reaction anymore. Perhaps you like being teased?" He asked, jokingly. "Are you some kind of a pervert?"
