𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫; 𝗔. 𝗛𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗜 𝘅 𝗞. 𝗠𝗕𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘́[☁️]

[𝟎𝟑] 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

Haven't proof read this yet so sorry for any mistakes or if anything doesn't make sense!!

I finished this chapter earlier today (finally) and decided not to wait any longer and to just publish it lmao so here you go

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The feeling of embarrassment washes over Achraf as he stands alone, in the midst of a crowd, with only unknown faces. He tried to look around for any guidance, really, just anything. Maybe something that could lead him to where the reception was, or maybe someone who's kind enough to notice his distress and maybe help him out.

His eyes scan the crowd a second time, and this time, his dark brown eyes meet with a pair of similarly colored ones, ones that looked familiar, because he remembers looking at them just yesterday.

Kylian.

Kylian was looking at him, hesitating on something. He starts walking towards the Moroccan who still stood like an idiot staring back at him, waiting.

"Achraf, hey," Kylian greets, almost breathlessly, like he ran a marathon even though he just struggled past some people. Achraf is snapped back into the real world, as he nervously greets the boy back.

"You looked like a kid who lost his mom in a grocery store, c'mon." Kylian makes a movement with his hand, insinuating for Achraf to follow him. The Moroccan complies, staying silent the whole time. There wasn't much he could say. Other than for Kylian's terrifying fluency in Spanish despite the lightly audible accent. An accent with a pleasant sound to it.

Achraf will forever be grateful for Kylian to have saved him from the humiliation he felt he was facing while standing awkwardly in the middle of unknown people, not knowing what to do.

He immediately felt more relieved, but the feeling of anxiety never really left. It was always there. Started fading away when Kylian found him, but crawled back up to the surface and only accentuated itself when the Frenchman brought him to his friend group. All eyes were on the Moroccan.

Achraf glanced up for a mere millisecond before avoiding everyone's piercing gazes on him. Too imposing, he felt tense. Kylian must've noticed because he immediately took the word and started talking, getting everyone's attention on him now, even if it was for a short amount of time.

"This is Achraf, he's my new neighbor from Spain!" The Frenchman exclaimed, proudly, a bright smile tainting his face, like he was showing off a trophy. A very prestigious one.

Antoine was the first one to talk, a warm and welcoming smile tracing his lips as he greeted Achraf in Spanish, offering him his hand. The Moroccan shyly took it, flashing an equally timid smile when he subconsciously greeted him in return in the same language, only noticing later on the fluency of the fluffy haired boy.

"I'm Antoine."

"Ousmane," the dark skinned boy next to Antoine said, a casual smile on his face in politeness. Another dark skinned boy, next to Ousmane, introduced himself at last, as—

"Presnel."

Achraf greeted him as well, before a silence had decided to impose itself again within the friend group and their new member. Kylian took the initiative to start a new conversation, this time about the potential language barrier.

Achraf hadn't expected so much service and kindness coming from those newly met guys so quickly, with Kylian being the first to suggest helping him with French lessons outside of school.

He could feel his eyes widen, almost shining in the sunlight (a sight Kylian has had stuck in his head since the moment he saw it. He doesn't know why.) as he nodded almost too eagerly before finding his composure again. Antoine seemed to have taken the behavior into account, letting a small chuckle escape his lips. The observant kind.