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Chapter 5: Bumped into--

NOTE:: any translations are translated at the end <3

Thank god there wasn't anything to do today. I woke up at 9AM and stretched. I did my daily routine and sat on the couch after. I tried to remember if I planned out my day yesterday (that dramatically failed), even if I did, I forgot..

I remembered my empty ass fridge and got up to get some food. If I was going to be here alone, might as well not die. Wait..why was I getting food with nothing in the fridge? God..

I put my shoes on and opened the door. Screw this shit. I'm just going to get a sandwich for entire week, then on Thursday, get food for the kids so they don't starve to death. Great week planned! Oh, yeah..the other days? I don't know? Stare at the ceiling? Ooh, yes!

I was thinking so much of planning what to do, I sorta-kinda-maybe-probably did get distracted..so distracted I barely realized I was almost in town until I heard the chatter from the town.

Well, guess it got busy today, huh? I sighed, taking my chances, for all I know, I could get kidnapped in that place..wait, then would it be kidnapping..or "adult-napping".. damn..I dont know.

I walked over to my favorite sandwich shop..."Sandwhichs".. Yeah, (hella) weird name, but eh, they make good sandwhichs. That's all that matters. I guess? Whatever.

I ordered a plain ham-and-cheese sandwich because it was the cheapest thing on the menu (besides water, which was free), going at £2.79 ($2.99). I quickly ate my food for the week (or atleast, what was supposed to last a week..).

I decided to take a diffrent way home, instead of pushing my way through this crowd. It was longer, yes, but pushing through that crowd is like swimming up Niagra Falls..impossible. Especially around this time..

I went down through a narrow path that'd soon lead into the woods. I heard birds shuffling in trees and chirping a happy little chirp. But I obviously didn't hear the footsteps rapidly approaching, hence I ran into the owner of the footsteps.

[[3rd POV]]

Arthur fell back and landed on the dirt ground surrounded by the trees with animals proceeding with their day as no one bumped into eachother. Well, why would they care? Their animals fighting to survive, no importance to nothing causing harm, right?

"Oh, my! Je suis désolé monsieur!" The standing man said. His blond hair blowed freely in the cool breeze. The blonde man had stuck his hand out for Arthur to grab. Arthur looked up to see who's hand it belonged to.

Arthur met eyes with a purple-blue (a tad more purple than blue, but still blue) void. Arthur shook out of his haze quickly and took the man's hand. The man pulled Arthur up and apologized over and over. Arthur tried to calm the man of his worries by assuring him it was fine. Which it really was.

"Sir, sir, calm down.." Arthur finally managed to calm the man down.

"Okay.." The man breathed. "Sorry, again.."

"No, no, it's fine. I've bumped into worse people, trust me.." Arthur assured the man. It was entirely true. He bumped into his Ex-wife..literally..

"If you say so.." He calmed down, finally.

"May I have your name sir?" Arthur asked.

"Oh! Oui!" The man said. "My name is Francis! You?" He smiled.

"Arthur," I said.

"Ooh! Wonderful name," Francis complimented.

"Thank you, your's is nice aswell.."

"Merci!" Francis cheered. "Where are you headed?"

"Oh, back home, you?" Arthur said.

"Ooh, actually, I was taking a walk! Do so every day at this time! Heard its healthy!" Francis beamed. He seemed like the happiest person alive. So did Arthur, hence his wide, friendly smile.

"That sounds nice!" Arthur said.

"Well..uh.." Francis awkwardly started. "May I come over?" He paused. "If it's okay with you?" Arthur smiled.

"I wish, I just have nothing to eat though," Arthur smiled. 'We just met, that's weird..' Arthur thought.

"Oh..okay! Cya another time!" Francis continued his walk towards the town.

"Farewell!" Arthur called out after him. He returned home and plopped on his couch. He wasn't much hungry..and he ate his week worth of food..'he'll go shopping tomorrow.' He'd think. He then planned out the rest of the week.

He had scrapped his old idea. There was nothing happening. He could fit Francis in, well..he'd have to meet him again tomorrow, which actual groceries. Not just a sandwhich that won't last even 15 minutes.

Some actual food.. he sat there, thinking of what to do in his spare time. Oh, yeah..he planned to stare at oblivion. Sounded fun!

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Translations (used google translate--)::

Je suis désolé monsieur :: I am sorry sir.

Merci :: Thank you

Oui  ::  Yes

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STORY Word count: 777 words!
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TOTAL Word count: 813 words!
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