The Encounter

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Alex P.O.V.

"Kyle! Stop!" I yell, but it's too late. Before I can stop Kyle, the wheels of his penny board sink into the cracks in the crease, sending him flying through the air. He gasps. I quickly run to his aid as I hear his arms and legs hit the pavement. I hear him cursing under his breath as he strains to get up. I arrive at the point where he fell and drop to my knees.

    "Oh my goodness, are you alright? Let me help you up." I grab his arms and try my best to lift him up. I'm able to get a better look at his black beanie, covering most of his hair, except for the strands across his forehead. He's wearing his classic black skinny jeans, black hoodie, and the traditional black choker. He looks unusually pale tonight.

    "I guess that's what I get for not wearing a helmet," he coughs. He spits out blood. "Thanks," he begins. "I should be more careful in the future."

    "Yeah..." I stutter. He hasn't asked me anything about how I know his name.

    Kyle picks up his penny board and turns to look at me. "Kyeforce, I assume?"

    "Yeah, something like that," I reply. "I like your penny board."
   
    "Thanks, I like yours too. What's your name?" He waits. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. It's taking up all my mental effort to not say something stupid and let my fangirl side loose.

    "Al - Alex," I manage.

    "Well thank you Alex, but I should really be going now."

    "Wait!" I say, turning around to retrieve my phone from my back pocket. It wasn't everyday you got to meet one of your idols. "Could I get a pic..." I turn around. Kyle's nowhere to be seen.

    "...ture?"

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