The Tales of Logan and Kenneth

🐉Chapter 4 - The New Fashion Designer in Town

(A/N: just gonna let Grammarly help me for a bit)

NO ONE'S POV:

It was a Sunday morning. Kenneth groggily woke up as the soft morning light streamed through the curtains. He turned to the bedside table, reached for his phone, and squinted at the screen. The display showed that it was almost 9 a.m. He realized he had overslept, a wave of mild panic washing over him as he recalled the volleyball practice that day. The house was still and quiet, aside from the faint chirping of birds outside, signaling that the world was already waking up.

❤️ - "Ugh! I'm gonna be late for practice!" Kenneth said as he packed his stuff.

Kenneth dashed down the wooden staircase, the familiar creaks echoing beneath his footsteps. The enticing aroma of freshly toasted bread filled the air as he reached the bottom. He quickly snatched a warm toast from the counter, the golden-brown surface still steaming. Just as he was about to take a bite, he felt a firm grip on his arm. He turned to find Nathalia standing there, her eyes wide with urgency and concern, as if she had something important to say.

"Why didn't you set your alarm?" Nathalia said sternly.

❤️ - "Sorry. I-I forgot. But, I need to go. Volleyball practice..."

"Okay, just don't do it again, alright? You know what happens when you don't learn..."

❤️ - "I-I won't Bye, Mom!" Kenneth said as he sped out the door.

Kenneth sprinted through the bustling streets, his heavy bag of volleyball equipment jostling against his back with every hurried step. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows on the pavement as the clock struck 9:00. Panic set in as he realized he was running late, his heart racing in sync with his footsteps. As he rounded the corner, he spotted the gym's familiar façade, the vibrant banners of past tournaments fluttering in the breeze. Catching his breath, he pushed the door open, a mix of hope and anticipation coursing through him. However, as he stepped inside, his excitement quickly turned to confusion. The spacious gym was eerily silent, the polished wooden floor empty, echoing only the sound of his footsteps. He glanced around, his heart sinking—it seemed he had arrived too early, or perhaps everyone had decided to skip practice that day. Then suddenly, Aiden touches his shoulder, causing Kenneth to jolt out of fear.

❤️ - "W-who's there?! You're not supposed to be here!" Kenneth nervously says as he turns around.

"Dude, it's just me. And I'm supposed to be here." Aiden says as he stares at him.

❤️ - "S-sorry, you scared me back there. Where's everybody? Isn't practice supposed to start now?"

"Today's Sunday. It starts in an hour..."

❤️ - "IN AN HOUR?! But, I thought it was Saturday!"

"Well, thankfully we're early...So, what you do want to do?"

❤️ - "I don't know. We just came here, we can't go back. We should stay here..."

"Or...leave our stuff here and hang out outside..."

❤️ - "We can't! Maybe we'll be late, or we'll get in trouble, or...OR...!!" Kenneth started breathing fast as he kept on overthinking.

"Dude, stop overthinking. We'll be okay..."

❤️ - "Fine, I trust you. But, let's hang out near the gym..."

"Sure, there's a snack bar near here. C'mon, let's go..."

❤️ - "Okay, I'll get my phone just in case..."

The two volleyball players stepped out of the gym, the warm sun casting playful shadows on the pavement as they made their way to the nearby snack bar. With his hazel brown hair shined, Aiden settled onto a weathered picnic table, the wood warm beneath him. He looked around, taking in the vibrant surroundings—children playing on the swings and freshly popped popcorn wafting through the air. Meanwhile, Kenneth, sporting a bright red jersey matching his energetic spirit, headed to the snack stand. He scanned the menu, debating whether to indulge in a classic hot dog or a refreshing smoothie. After a while, he returns with a hotdog for himself and a berry smoothie for Aiden.