My OCS x Reader

Meeting Ash

So yeah this is a little one-shot about when Y/N (your name/you) meets Ash.
Enjoy or don't.

    As most interesting stories do, you had moved to a new town. Your parents had decided, for no reason clear to you, that it was time for a change in scenery. So you moved to the so-called "wonderful" town of Sproutstead, where both pollution and wifi connections were low. You hadn't gotten a single bar of data since arriving, at you had just moved into your new house yesterday. You sighed as you lay on the single mattress you had gotten for your new, smaller room. You'd miss your room, you'd miss your house, you'd especially miss your wifi, but the thing you'd miss the most would be your friends. It'd be impossible to make new ones here, where would you even start? Nobody could replace them. You'd stay alone for as long as you live here, see how your parents like that. With luck, they'll realize their mistake and you'll all move back.

   However, your parents don't seem to think about that at all. They love it in Sproutstead, and they just won't shut up about every little thing that might go their way. How little wifi there is so that people can go outside and talk to each other in person. How green everything is, so it must be lush and fertile. How everyone was smiling, so it was a tightly knit community. Analyzing every detail about the town just made everything all the more overwhelming. You just wanted to go home. Your home wasn't here, and it wasn't at school. You had to go, despite you just wanting to stay in between your sheets and pretend you were still asleep. Maybe then you'd wake up and still be with your friends, at your house. Unfortunately, this was all too real.

  Your parents told you the school had prepared someone to give you a tour around the frankly small building, yet nobody had shown up for half an hour after the meet time. Classes were going to start within the next 15 minutes, and you still had no idea where to go. After that half-hour, you'd decided. Screw your tour guide, you'd just find your classrooms yourself. They'd be easier to find since this school was so small, right?

   Nope.

   Everything was so confusing here. The hallways turned into different hallways or the hallway you just passed by. It was like trying to find your way through a maze in the dark. You thought you'd just seen your 3rd-period classroom or was it your 4th? It wasn't long before you were completely and utterly lost.

   You'd eventually come to the music room, which was your 2nd period. Not even 8 feet away from the door, you began to hear. . . something. It was on the piano, but it wasn't any sort of song you'd heard before. The notes were in perfect harmony, ascending notes were careful to stay light, and the bassline was strong and deep. It was stunning how you'd managed to hear at least 3 different instruments in the same song, even though they were all from a single piano. You listened at the door for a solid minute, forgetting all you were doing. This whole moving thing, losing your friends, and getting lost, that was all happening to someone else. You were back at home, sitting by the window and drinking (F/D) while on the phone with your friends. This music made all your worries wash off your shoulders, and it straightened them. That was it until a wrong note was hit on accident.

   Just like that, the magic was over. Almost with a jolt, you remembered where you were and what you were doing. The musician, whoever it was, hesitated and fumbled on the keys for a bit until continuing the unknown song. You, however, weren't going to get stuck in a dreamlike trance again. You had to find out who the musician was. You opened the door a crack, and peek in the music room to see a boy at the piano. He looked your age, maybe a bit short for that, but he sat facing away from you on the grand piano and continuing the song. With hair the color of almonds that almost reached down to his shoulders, it was squashed a bit by his pine-colored beanie. You couldn't see much of his face from this angle, but you could tell he had ivory skin with freckles littering his cheeks and ears, along with the back of his neck. He was almost completely wearing varying shades of green, from his hat to his slightly oversized hoodie. Below the waist, you saw grey pants and knee-high hiking boots that almost matched his hair. He was still playing the piano as if he were in another dimension, maybe it was the one you had just come back from? The one with the warm drink, the gentle words, a feeling of home and belonging. . . don't get distracted.

   As you opened the door even more to note your observations, the door tipped over a few boxes sitting nearby. At the sound, the boy whipped around with wide, emerald eyes and his hands shot off the keys, stopping the song immediately. You hesitated, you had just interrupted him and now he was frightened of you. On one hand, you should probably apologize, pretend you forgot something and get it, maybe ask him for directions to your first period, and leave. On the other hand. . . you just had to know what that song was.

  So you tried to talk to him, "Uh. . hi!"

  He hesitated a bit, before wringing his hands a bit and responding, "He-Hello. ." Did he have a stutter? Or was he just nervous?

  "Sorry to bother you, but I heard you playing and I just had to listen. You're really good!"
 
  "O-o-oh- um- . . thanks-. ." Yep, this poor guy had a stutter. It was cute, you could admit that.

 "I've never heard that song before. What's it called? Who wrote it?" At your questions, he seemed to get even more nervous and stared at his hands wringing each other. Great. You've made it worse. Way to go, (Y/N).

  "U-um- I-. . I-I wrote- I wrote i-it-. ." Did he write it? Seriously? How talented is he?!

   "Really? Wow, I love it already!"

  He smiled softly, the freckles near his eyes getting a bit squashed. "Thank- thank you-. ."

  You would have said more to boost his self-esteem (he didn't look like he had a lot of it) when a loud noise rang through the hallways and classrooms. Both of your eyes widened, as the bell rang for a few more seconds. You were late, and you still had no idea where your first-period class is! The boy seemed even more panicked about this, as he stood up immediately.

  "O-o-oh no-!-" The boy shouted a bit before almost shoving past you to try to get to his class.

  "Wha- hey! Could you tell me where Mr. Landigan's class is!?" You shouted after him, and he whipped around a bit to face you, almost falling over from the speed he had suddenly picked up.

  "I'm-I'm-I'm going there now- I-if you want to-to follow me-" He said hastily, still sort of out of breath. It was now clear to you that he wasn't a very athletic boy.

  "Okay- let's go! What's your name, by the way?" You ran to catch up with him.

  "A-Ash-" He stammered as he kept running. Ash. It didn't seem like the sort of name you would give him at first glance, but it suited him well enough. Did you just make your first friend? Would it be too soon to consider him that?

  Maybe moving here wouldn't be too bad. . .



Aaaaaaand that's it. Bye.