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Here is a little something I just thought of right now. Had to write it otherwise I would have forgotten.
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Drew: You were laying on your favorite towel, at the beach. After an hour of tanning, you get up, shaking some of the sand off of yourself. As soon as you start walking, a guy in a wet-suit crashes into you, his board falling on top of you. He gets up, immediately picking it up and reaching for you. "Shit! I didn't see you! My board was in the way. I-" You interrupt. "I'm fine." You say in a slightly ignorant tone, and walk away. You sit at the bar on the pier and look at your arm, which has a gash from a rock you had fallen on when that guy crashed into you. "Hey, are you okay?" The man behind the counter asks you. You don't answer, but he hands you a moist towel and a bandage. You thank him and walk away. "I'm not in the mood anymore... Let's go?" You tell your best friend, and you grab your stuff. She is shocked by your change in attitude. The next day you decide to go to the beach again, but instead just to hang out on the pier. You sit down on a bench as you enjoy the last of an ice cream you previously bought. You finish and as you get up and turn on your heel, A voice draws your attention. "Um, excuse me, Miss?" You turn to the guy the voice came from. "Yes?" You say, furrowing a brow as he hesitates. "I- I didn't get a chance to apologize yesterday for practically running over you. Soooo... I'm truly sorry!" He rubbed his head in slight embarrassment as you didn't answer. "I should be sorry. I was rude and obnoxiously walked away..." You admit. "How about we start over, yeah?" You nod in reply. "I'm Drew." "(Y/N). It's nice to meet you." You smile and blush slightly at the touch of his hand.
Wesley: You feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around in the seat of your desk and it seems that no one tapped you. But you here a bunch of chuckles from the guys behind you. As you continue with your paper, you are disturbed again by another tap. You don't turn around this time. But minutes later, you turn just before his hand reaches your shoulder. "What the hell is your problem!" You shout. "Chill, it was a joke! Sheesh." He scoffs and turns back to his friends. You earn a few looks, but like you cared. You got up and sat in an empty seat near the front of class. This was college, yet guys still acted like third graders. Once class ends you leave the class lugging your bag over your shoulder. "Hey. I'm sorry, I was just messing with you." He says trying to get your attention. You ignore him. "Come on. Please (Y/N), it was just a little joke..." You turn around to face him, a bit furious at his persistence. "What, so you could show off to your little immature friends? Cuz it sure worked." You cross your arms and wait for his reply. Nothing. "That's was I thought." You say and turn on your heel for the other direction. Before you could escape, a hand gently grabbed your wrist. "What the hell." You say, shaking him off, confused and surprised. "It's because I like you. I wanted to get your attention. I heard you don't go for guys like me." He admits, your expression lightening. "Damn right I don't." You chuckled. "But wait... Me? You like me. You gotta be kidding right? You are kidding... Right?" You stifled a laugh. "No. I was going to ask you out on a date... If you give me a chance. I'll prove to you I'm not like everyone else. If not, I'll go right back to being strangers with you." You thought about it before finally coming up with an answer. "I have to admit, you are persistent... I kinda like it." You half-smiled.
Keaton: You walk into the music store, in search of an album by your favorite band Death Cab for Cutie. You begin searching a rack of CDs, unable to find it. You eventually ask the store employee and they point you in the general area that the CD should be in. As you search, the bell hanging from the door indicated that someone walked in. You see someone go to an employee, and then walk off toward your general direction. You go back to skimming through the last rack when you find the CD. Unfortunately, the two of you grab it at the same time. "No, you take it." You both say simultaneously. "No you had it first." You say shyly handing it to him. "I think you want it more. You take it." He hands it back to you. "This could go on forever. You keep it. It's settled okay?" You smile at him as you press his hand and the CD to his chest before walking away. You make it to the door, and look back seeing the boy in the hat speeding to the cashier to pay. You are halfway down the street when the same boy caught up to you, riding along on his longboard. "Hey, thanks. What's your name?" He asks you interested in your answer, and smiles. "(Y/N). And you?" You smile back at him, realizing how sweet and nice the kid is. "Keaton. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand and you took it. "You too, well hey. I actually gotta get going. It was nice meeting you." You turn, but his voice calls out to you. You turn to face him. "So I was thinking we could listen to the album together sometime. I would let you borrow it, but I have a feeling I may never get it back." He jokes, his smile bright. His smile and laugh was the cutest and it was really the most attractive to you. "Sure. I'd love that." You reply, brushing the hair behind your ear, as it got in the way. "Really!? I mean... Okay, great!" His smile grows even bigger as he pulls his phone out from his pocket. He hands it to you. You punch in your number, saving it into his contacts before handing it back to him. "I guess I'll see you around." He says. You smile before you disappear around the corner.
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