𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 (𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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☼ Y/N's POV ☼

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A week has passed since I met Daniel, but we had become pretty close. Apparently, Daniel had also moved here not too long ago, which eased my nerves a bit. At least I wasn't alone in that.
While we got to know each other, I learned a few things about him and his mom, and the reason for why he moved into the neighborhood by himself. It must've been tough, but I can't imagine how it must feel for his mother to live all by herself, working hard in order for her son to live a comfortable life.

Shit, every time he even mentions his mother, I start to tear up.
Nonetheless, I really admire them both. I knew that Daniel was a great guy, and that we were gonna be good friends.

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After a serious scream-concert from mom, I came back to the living room with my tail between my legs. I asked her to enroll me into J High school while talking about the baking department and how it would help me with my future. Although she might seem like a tough, strict parent, she was actually really sweet, especially compared to other parents. She highly encouraged me to pursue baking for as long as I could remember, and she even provided me with the resources to do so.

It took some convincing, since J Highs' enrollment fee was kinda hefty, but thanks to the promotion, the fee was nothing more than a scratch on moms wallet. She agreed fairly quickly, so we went on to look for more info on the school before officially transferring me.

I know, pathetic of me to ask my mom to pay for my education, but this is just an investment. INVESTMENT!!

Once I become a famous pastry chef, I'll be sure to pay her back tenfold.

Surprisingly, J High had a program for international students that would help them with learning the language, social norms and expectations, and other cool stuff like that. I was required to stay after school in order to take this program, but I didn't mind it too much since mom would usually work until late. I was actually pretty excited for it, so I started researching some stuff ahead of time in order for me to look more knowledgeable in front of the tutors.

I'm such a fucking genius!!

While I was immersed in this little trivia game of mine, I looked at the clock and nearly shit myself. It was already 12 AM, and I had 5 unread messages from Daniel.

I'm such a fucking moron!!

Reading the messages that Daniel sent me, I began to worry. His texting seemed kinda sloppy, the grammar sucked, and he was using WAY too many emojis and stickers. Something in my gut told me that Daniel was in danger, so I started to dress up. I had to go check on my Danny-boy!

I was in a hurry, so I just threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants, pairing them up with some white sneakers that I had laying around my room. I put on my backpack that I never leave without, which had my wallet, my house keys, a pocket knife, a first-aid kit and a water bottle that I placed on the side pocket. When I was on my way out of the house, my mom was still in the living room on her laptop. She was probably working as usual. I told her the situation, which worried her a bit but she let me go nonetheless. I don't know why she'd be worried about me though, I was fairly tall, I was pretty damn strong, and I had taken some kick-boxing lessons. I also had something else up my sleeve, but I wasn't supposed to use that unless it was a life or death situation.