friends of friends become friends
hehehehe background on Anastasia and Albert's friendship
"Race has the flu." Temper announced, flopping on the couch. "He's out of commission for now."
"I'll take his papes!" Albert and Anastasia both yelled at the same time.
"You can take it." Anastasia mumbled shyly.
"No you can take it." Albert shuffled awkwardly.
"How 'bout you both take it. Then you guys can sell together!" Fox smiled, pulling both into a side hug.
Neither knew why they were so awkward around each other.
They were both Race's best friends.
They just never talked.
"Okay." Anastasia speaking softly. "Only if it's okay by Albert."
"Yeah.. yeah fine by me." Albert smiled a little.
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"So..." Albert trailed off awkwardly. "Andrew... nice name."
"Albert's a cool name too." Anastasia nodded. "You erm- have nice hair."
"You too." Albert waved his left hand around, searching for a word "It's very um... um..."
"All over the place?" Anastasia volunteered.
"Yeah." Albert laughed. "That."
And so, they went back and forth, awkwardly complimenting each other.
"Look!" Albert finally broke the chain. "We don't need to be best buds, do we?"
"..not really?" Anastasia sounded uncertain.
In Albert's mind, there was nothing really wrong with "Andrew".
They just didn't click the way Albert and Race had.
"Okay.. I um... I'll go sell over there then." Anastasia pointed to a random spot before walking away.
Anastasia couldn't deny that Albert was a little intimidating.
After all, he was like, a head taller than her.
And he had strong muscles-
But, who's counting that as a factor?
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Albert had been selling peacefully.
No Anastasia in sight.
Well, sort of.
Albert had been keeping an eye on the shorter kid.
How could he not?
Race would absolutely murder Albert if he lost his other best friend.
It turns out, it wasn't Anastasia that needed protecting.
"WHERE'S MY CHANGE BOY?!"
Okay, so Albert didn't exactly give the right amount of change.
But in his defense, he needs the money more than that man ever did.
So here he was, in an ally about to be beat up by a man a lot bigger than he is.
"Look I-"
"HIYA!" Anastasia ran in, knocking over the taller man.
Albert's eyes widened as the man's head hit the hard ground, knocking him out.
"...okay then." Albert's eyes were wide.
"Are you okay?" Anastasia questioned.
"Yeah- yep I'm- I'm good." Albert scrambled to his feet. "So- uh- um- thanks?"
"No problem." Anastasia smiled slightly, before returning back to selling.
Unconsciously, both were scooting closer.
And closer.
And closer.
Until-
"Ouch!" Anastasia ducked, the back of her head banged against Albert's.
"Remind me to never do that again." Albert groaned.
"Tell me about it." Anastasia laughed.
Albert paused for a moment. A small smile creeped up his face until he broke into full fits of laughter.
Anastasia caught on, unable to contain her snorts.
"You know," Albert finally caught his breath, wide smile unwavering. "you aren't so bad Andrew Redwood."
"Neither are you Mr. Albert DaSilva." Anastasia grinned.
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"So how was selling?" Race questioned, already ready to jump out of bed.
Albert smirked arm wrapped around Anastasia.
"You know, I think it went pretty well." Albert turned to the shorter girl. "Whatcha think Drew?"
"It was great." Anastasia smiled. "Nothing went wrong, whatsoever."
"Okay, now that's a lie." Albert narrowed his eyes, barely holding in a grin.
"Was it?" Anastasia smiled sweetly.
"Just tell me!" Race groaned.
"NEVER!" Albert and Anastasia screamed at the same time before turning back to each other.
"I think we'll get along wonderfully." Albert grinned.
"Me too." Anastasia laughed.
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