Oneshots #1

★ 9 | Basierend auf einem RP weil ich stolz auf die Welt bin

- ein englischer OS, weil ich es kann idk -

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"Do you really think he is -"
"Yes."
"But - but that means -"
"I know what that means."
The man in the blue jean jacket glares at the girl next to him. She quickly looks at the floor.
"Sorry." She mumbles, before shyly peeking up again, turning her head back down to the beach beneath them.
A group of Children is playing in the sand, some with their feet in the shallow water.
Two of them are a few feet away from the rest of the group. Its a little girl in a yellow floral dress and a boy, a few years older than her, barefoot and in a white shirt, a few sizes to big for the lanky boy. The wind is playing softly with his hair. Its just as white as his shirt and the foam on top of the waves.
"I've watched them for a few days now. It has to be him." The man says.
His arms wander to the old watch on his wrist. Then he turns around, climbing down the cliffs again. The girl hurries to follow him, trying to keep her bright, ginger hair out of her face.
Of course, today, out of all days, she doesn't have a hair tie. She has to run a little to keep up with the man, whose legs are way longer than hers. They walk along the street, heated up from the sun, towards the wooden stairs that lead down to the beach.
The man stops and turns around to wait for her.
"Wait, whats your plan?" She asks, a little out of breath. Then she sees his face and realizes.
"No. Leven -" she starts, warningly. "You can't just walk down there and take him with you."
Leven smirks at her.
"Watch me."
With that, he begins to walk down the creaking stairs towards the children.
"Leven Lancaster!" The girl shouts after him and follows him quickly down to the beach.
"Leven wait!"
But Leven won't listen. He walks right up to one of the kids, a boy, completely dressed in a soft pink and smiles at him, with one of his rare smiles.
"Hey Kiddo. I am Leven Lancaster and this-", he gestures at his companion, which just arrived behind him, "this is Beatrice, my Assistant. We wanted to ask you if one of your - teachers is here?"
The boys eyes went wide as he heard the names, of course, Leven is almost famous, but he is too shy to say something, he just points to two ladys over at the cliffs on the other side of the cove.
Leven nodds. "Thank you Kid." He turns to Beatrice. "You wait here, I'll be right back."
Beatrice wants to argue, but Leven has already left, walking towards the Ladies.
She sighs frustrated.
Then turns back to the Boy, which is still staring at her. A little awkwardly she tries to smile.
"So uhm - what are you guys doing here? Building Sandcastles n' catching crabs?"
The Boy nodds.
"Oh okay nice." She tries to break the ice once again. "I used to do that too - until I -" she stops, not wanting to traumatize the poor child with to much detail. She was never good at guessing ones age, but the boy cant be much older than four. So he should still have a year before -
"Did it bite you? Is that why you wear gloves to the beach Miss Beatrice?" The Boy asks.
For a moment Beatrice is so supprised she just blinks at the boy, not knowing what to answer.
Then she shakes her head.
"Uh no, it didnt bite me. But uh well - I guess its one of the reasons." She answers, looking down at her hands and the orange gloves that go up to her elbows and the fabric of which shimmers in the sun. She flexes her fingers and relaxes them again, then shoving them into her pockets.
"And please just call me Bea, I am not that old."
The Boy nodds again, falling back into his silence.
Bea wants to say something else, but Leven pokes her in the shoulder. She flinches, she didn't see him coming back.
"Come on, we're talking to the boy", he says.
One of the Ladies from before is already on her way, over to the boy and his little friend.
Leven follows her and Bea waves at the other Boy. "So uhm - it was nice to meet you."
The boy just stares at her, while she follows Leven and the other woman.
The white haired Boy looks at them, curiously, the girl in the yellow dress hides behind her friend. She shyly peeks around his waist.
"This is Zane. Zane this is Leven Lancaster. He would like to get to know you."