Caidence's POV:
I am only about fifteen meters away from the shop when I hear approaching footsteps, running footsteps. Of course, me being me, I prepared for the worst. As the stranger approaches I turn around, grabbing his left wrist with my hand and outstretching my right hand to grab his shoulder, pushing him onto the ground. A quiet groan emitted from his mouth before I finally looked down at the boy at my feet.
"Oh my gosh, are you alright Brooklyn?" I say his name with cautiousness, unsure as to whether or not it really is his name.
"Well, minus the thousands of rocks in my back, I think I'm good" he chuckles, getting up slowly and brushing himself off.
"Soo... whatcha doing out here? Is Simon telling his crappy jokes again?" I grin
"No, well.. yes. But I wanted to give you this..." He pulls out my phone, smirking slightly "... you left it on the counter"
I take it from him, noting the glint in his eyes.
"What did you do?" I narrow my eyes playfully
"Nothing" he raises his hands in surrender, playing along.
I laugh before thanking him again, placing my phone in my back pocket.
"See you some other time, maybe?" He smiles, rubbing the back of his neck.
I nod "You're always welcome at the shop"
We exchange a quick, awkward hug before parting, Brooklyn walking back to his brothers as I start to walk home.
As I near my street I take out my phone, sure that he did something. I unlock it, cursing myself for not putting a passcode on it. I open up my contact, scrolling down until one catches my eye.
'English Footie Failure' I roll my eyes as the dorky name, going into my messages, seeing that he had texted himself so he would have my number.
"Well played Brooklyn, well played" I mumble
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Brought together by 13 words.
Fanfiction13 words can make a huge impact on your life. That's what 16-year old Caidence Gonzalez learns on one eventful day at the park, where she unexpectedly meets a young boy. Struggles are thrown her way as she has become a target of the media. Will it b...
