OhmFluke A Day II

06 September 2021

He woke up quite late today, almost 10 in the morning. But that was only because he had that last minute work last night, plus he was scrolling on TikTok, okay it wasn't work it was mostly scrolling through TikTok.

Thankfully it was a Saturday and no class. YEAY!

So here he was, sipping his coffee while looking at his neighbourhood. Something that he's been doing everyday and thankfully nobody ever reported him for being a creep.

While he was sipping his half cold coffee, there was something that he's found out of the usual.

"Why is there a stranger walking Kola?" Kola being his old neighbour Mrs. Achara's Rottweiler that he used to play with when he was little. And yes, there is a stranger walking Kola right now.

A handsome stranger nonetheless BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT NATOUCH!

So with a quick thinking, he put down his coffee on the sink and ran out of his house, not forgetting to grab the nearest thing his short hands can get which was the broomstick, bathrobe and all shouting, "HEY STOP! YOU'RE STEALING MY NEIGHBOUR'S DOG! WHAT THE FU—"

He was swinging the broomstick towards the tall stranger at full force, only to stop when the man, who was shielding his face from the attack, said, "Ouch! Ouch! Stop! I'm helping Mrs. Achara to walk her dog!"

"—oh, she hired a dog walker? Haha... ha... Carry on." He stopped swinging the broomstick altogether and stood up straight, smiling awkwardly at the male.

"No, I have bruises on my body now, no thanks to you." The dog walker said, frowning.

"I-I'm really sorry."

"No.

— — —

"Fluke Natouch what did you do?"

The next thing that happened was the stranger, who he still hasn't found out his name of, pulled him into his house and they waited until his parents returned home from their weekly errands.

"Well.. I... I didn't—"

"What'd I tell you about not assuming bad about people??" His mother stood up from her couch, hands on her hips.

Fluke let out a whimper. He had been told again and again about not assuming because, "By assuming, it's like putting an ass in front of me and you"— the wise words of his father.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, biting his lower lips in guilt.

"We're sorry uh..."

"Ohm." The handsome stranger who has been sitting on the couch said. Oh so his name is Ohm.

"We're sorry Ohm. Fluke is always so... rash." His father said. "We will pay for any medical bill, of course."

"No, it's okay. They're just bruises." He said.

Fluke looked up and pouted. "But you seemed like you're about to whoop my ass when you said you were bruising earlier."

"Fluke." His mother's warning voice made him look down again.

"I'm sorry." Fluke muttered.

"It's okay... but... I do need something." Ohm said.

"What is it?" Fluke's mother asked.

"A date with your son."

"What?"

—End—