Agent White

Chapter 20

So I was supposed to write this last Saturday. And I did write last Saturday. But I wrote the completely wrong thing. I'm thinking of uploading this to other sites when I am done with the book, and making the chapters longer and better, meaning edited, but who knows. I would also like to tell you guys to not be surprised if you see future inconsistencies in the uploading schedule, as believe it or not, I am really busy this Spring. Who knew that I would be doing something every day in March of all months? Let's get into the chapter, which will hopefully be longer than normal.

The ceiling fan was suddenly becoming very interesting, Ash thought.

Ash was desperately trying to ignore his growling stomach, as he knew that Red would be making dinner when Yellow came back from the park with him. 

Apparently, on this ridiculously humid day for March(granted it was the last day of March), Red and Yellow had met.

Ash chuckled every time he heard the story; it was almost like an anniversary of a sense for them.

It would be perfect if Red was to confess on this day, and then maybe years later they could get married, and then maybe....

Ash was humoring himself and he knew it.

Red and Yellow were too nervous to confess to each other, and anyone who knew them as well as he did would be able to tell that.

It was a few years ago, Ash believed they were in 8th grade if he recalled correctly, and Yellow was apparently singing on the swing set.

It was a curious feeling to the young boy. 

Happiness.

He hadn't felt that emotion in a while. 

Oh sure, he enjoyed flirting with all of the girls the past two years, but it didn't seem like it was him in a sense.

Talking to Ash brought up guilt, and no one else was really there for him.

But somehow, her voice; it almost sounded angelic to the young teenager.

The grass crunched a bit under his feet as he shifted a bit closer, feeling like he was being pulled into the clearing where she was.

He wanted to stay hidden, and admire the view of her hair sparkling in the rain while she rocked gently back and forth, but fate wouldn't let him have it. 

Yellow spotted the teenager spying on her from behind a tree.

She was slightly nervous, as she was generally a shy person, but she was determined to at least say hello for some strange reason. 

The swing creaked on for a few more seconds as Yellow started approaching Red, who was internally panicking as he had no clue how to play this.

His brain was blank, and his heart seemed to be beating slightly faster than normal, but the normally flirty boy was confused as to why. 

Could the player be getting played?

The wind howled behind Yellow, whose slightly dampened hair flowed in all directions and she panicked, bringing the boy back to Earth.