I decided to sit on a couch and paint my nails. Seemed like the last option, considering every other seat was basically taken by a group of laughing girls or random people doing some pretty weird shit.
I sit down and look down at my sausages I call toes, and start to open my nail polish bottle, then I hear a voice.
"Hi."
I look up and there's a decent looking boy standing there. He's got a blue jean shirt, tucked into khaki shorts and a brown belt. He looked like he was taking the first day of school very seriously. But hey, I can't judge.
"Hey, What's up?"
Then, I saw that look again. Confused and just... Not a normal face.
"What? You've never heard an American before?" I ask. At that moment, I realized I would be getting a lot of those looks.
"Of course I have. Just not in person. Like, I've never had a conversation with one." He says sitting down next to me.
"Well you don't have to give me that look. I'm not some exotic animal or anything. Just a person. Got it?" I say closing my nail polish and setting it down on the table in front of me. I figured this would turn into a conversation.
"Got it. I'm Owen. And you are?"
"I'm Logan. Nice to meet you, Owen."
"So, are you interested in joining anything yet?" He asks pointing to the many stands with random signs on it outside the window.
Glee Club
Chess
Community Watch
All that good stuff.
"I haven't looked yet, but I'm sure I will. You know, once I get unpacked and everything."
I saw a look cross his face like he was thinking about something. Then he blurted: "Would you like to go with me?"
••• So they finally met. Please give me some suggestion!!! •••
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My American Obsession
Teen FictionLogan Shaw. The 18 year old rebel that moved straight from Paris, Texas to the UK. She had too much of a past in Texas, so she decided going to college in a different country and starting over would be a good thing. This beauty quickly discovers tha...
