impossibly impossible [m.c]

two - making friends

i woke by the smell of my mother cooking downstairs. The smell of french toast was mouth watering. I glance around the room, the window was open again, i sigh, it must've been my mom this time; shes a morning person.

I rub my eyes and unlock my phone to a load of messages from nobody other, Stella.

"heyy get up sleepy head!" 
"WAKE UP hOE!"
"ive goT GOOD NEWS!"
"Im gonna start to sing."
"Therapyyy you were neverrr a friend toooo meeee.."
"Choke on your misery bitch."
"OHOH REAL GIRLS EAT CAke!"
"I REALLY REALLY LIKE THe wAY YouR FACE iS!!"

i laugh at how its like i never left, she alway texts me thinking it will wake me up, i always shut off my ringer, little fucker.

I type back and shut off my phone, making my bed and doing the same thing i do every morning. I go for a jog. Yes, I know that sounds retarded, but I have to job on Sunday mornings, soccer family strong.

I slip on a sports bra and a tight dry-fit sports shirt. I grab my shoes, tie my hair up and head down stairs. "Morning, mom." I walk up next to her and watch her continue cooking. "French toast, yesss, mom, score." I high-five her grab my plate with two french toast pieces. I set another plate on top and put it inside the oven to keep warm while I'm out.

"Dont be long this morning, kay." My dad says from the couch, he has his nose inside his food and the newspaper on his lap. Kay, is his little nickname for me.

a/n: the name is said like 
ah/KAY/dia but spelt Acadia.

"alright, no problem." I leave, the house steps, i plug in my head phones and begin to run down the road. I have no idea how the roads really worked so i would just run to the top of our street and back down. Seemed short enough.

My feet clapped on the road, faster then slower. When I run i walk, jog, run, sprint and repeat. By this time i had made it to a walk, it was at a good pace where i could take in my scenery the area i live in was beautiful, especially since i love the out doors. I loved to hunt and run around outside.

Bringing my attention back to the sidewalk to see where im going, i almost fall over a boy. I stop quickly like a dog halting. "oh, sorry."

this boy was tall and had brown hair with blonde highlights. He was tall and his hair was just below his ears, it suited him. His shoulder frame was broad shoulders and he was muscular. His eyes are what I couldn't take my eyes off of, beautiful, beautiful eyes, hazel.

"Nah, nothing to be sorry about, we both weren't paying attention, I would've moved out of the way, but I had my eyes glued to my phone." He smiles, and sticks out his hand, "ashton irwin."  holy shit they were big.

"Acadia, but please, call me Amelia." I shake his hand.

"Will do Mrs." Be nods "Interesting name I must say." He comments, he chuckles, more of a giggle though. Boys giggle? It was cute, I smile and let out a small giggle myself.

"You from 'round here?" He questions, i nod my head and turn around to point to the direction of my house.

"I just moved in on Friday, two days ago I believe, Im actually not from here though, I'm from Italy actually." I smile and cross my arms over, the wind was beginning to pick up.