(Y/N) strolled back to her friends feeling awfully uneasy about abruptedly accepting Amelia's offer. Although the two weren't close, they had interacted quite a lot, therefore that's why she wanted to know more about him.
When (Y/N) arrived to Emma joyfully humming and dancing to the music on her iPod, Elizabeta walked out to notify (Y/N) about something. "Hey, (Y/N), why don't you take a break. I'll handle it for you," she informed. "H-handle what?" Echoed (Y/N). "Your clients."
Nodding to advise the Hungarian that she understood, (Y/N) was left to contemplate on where she was going to go now. 'The Sport's a Court?' The lightbulb above her head popped. As a child, before her father ran away from her mother, she had always loved to take any opportunity to go to watch older kids play basketball.
There was absolutely no way to stop her from eating her lunch on a dirty park bench. But then there are down falls to having your lunch at 4:00. The corn has rotted in her bag. She will not let Elizabeta's sacrifice go to waste.
(Y/N) sat her butt on an empty bench seat. There were several people whom she couldn't get a count of. The most noticeable one was someone with a piece of hair sticking up, similar to Alfred's which she searched up to be a 'Nantucket.'
She kept quiet, just in case that wasn't who she thought he was. Apparently, (Y/N) had accidently daydreamed off. Someone had caught her off guard. "(Y/N)?" The voice said. She quickly spun around to see who had decided to call her name. "Artie?" After seeing the frown and his narrowed EyEbRoWs totally not CaTeRpIlLaRs. "A-Arrthur.." (Y/N) corrected her mistake. His face softened as he deposited himself on the bench.
"You know, (Y/N), Alfred does talk a lot about you," he thoughtfully stated. Arthur held up a soda can that he was drinking from and extended his arm to give ask (Y/N) if she would like any. Of course, she said "no thank you." The sweating Englishman who she was caught up in a conversation with last night was currently wearing a white and red t-shirt and white and black Adidas shorts and a towel around his neck. (Y/N) would of never expected the person who she was discussing about how tea was better than coffee to be drinking soda. Of all people?
"We could use a polite girl like you around the house.." He wandered off to the bleachers to yell at Francis for violently flirting at a group of girls.
"Oi! (Y/N)!" Alfred shouted. When he got to her, he asked if she wanted to play basketball. "Uh, sure," (Y/N) answered. "I'm not experience with sports.." She dragged, gloomily. "That's alright, we'll teach you!" He grinned widely. (Y/N) grasped the ball, shaking. Alfred plopped both of his hands on top of hers, again.
Like when they first met, she jumped up for she wasn't used to touching others, after all her mother was very overprotective of her, reminding her of Emma. "Aah, sorry I wanted to do that.." He apologized, putting his hand behind his neck. "Uh, yeah."
"Hey don't forgot about us," a Danish accent filled the court. A boy with gravity-defying hair and beautiful ocean blue puppy eyes threw a spare basketball at (Y/N) who thankfully caught it before it hit her chest.
"Okay can you try to get the ball in the hoop?" Mathias instructed. "Y-yeah, I guess," (Y/N) attempted to the ball into the hoop but it hit the rim. "Ugh I'm terrible, I'll never make it.." She murmured. "Ugggh, (Y/N)." He knocked the basketball out of (Y/N)'s hands. "Stop doubting yourself, you just have to try. See I'm bad too," Alfred purposely tossed the ball at the away from the box and missed, hitting (Y/N) on her right cheek.
"O-ow!" (Y/N) stuttered, cupping her purple bruise. "S-sorry, you okay?" The trio worried. "Y-yeah.." She replied, tearing up. She ran out of the area, past Arthur who scolded Alfred for making a woman cry. Of course, it wasn't really a big deal, but somehow she was hurt by hide statement. She felt as if he was judging her, the words repeating over and over in her mind.
She had never meant to be a bad athlete, nor did she recalled to overreacting to small things such as this. But for some odd reason, it just hurt. A lot.
// Play this video as you read for dramatic measures! m.youtube.com/watch?v=VaXFMj2ZcW... //
Tears unexpectedly prickled (Y/N)'s eyes as she ran through the streets. No one even bothered to ask her what was wrong. They all just stared.
She shut herself in her house and got some ointment to treat her bruise to the realization that she forgot her bag at the basketball court, but she refused to go back there. She sighed. There was no ointment.
( ALFRED'S POINT OF VIEW )
'Ugh, where is (Y/N)?!' He thought frustratingly. Arthur was trying to look around for the correct street to their house because they were in the more peaceful part of town. Alfred was ashamed of his outburst. He didn't know something as little as that would make (Y/N) upset. He never wanted her to be like that. But for now he had to find a way home and call her.
Alfred's eyes widened when he saw (Y/N) looking in every direction for something. "(Y/N)!" He shouted. The girl lifted her head up and blinked a couple of times. "(Y/N)! Are you here to save us?!" He said cluelessly, forgetting about what happened to her. "Y-yeah," she admitted, although she had finally found ointment in her pockets, she still went out to look for him. And of course, Arthur.
"I'll drop of you off.." (Y/N) blushed, seeming even more tsundere than bushy-brows over there. // OW STOP I'M INNOCENT! //
During the awkward walk which made it look as though Arthur was a third-wheeler, all Alfred and (Y/N) did was constantly avert their gaze to eachother then to the neighborhood's house bricks. He adjusted his glasses from time to time while she had her hand on her bruise. Arthur had it easy. He was walking ahead, the setting sun shining on him as if he was a god, which he is.
"Sorry.." Alfred mumbled. "It's okay.."
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A/N: Yay there are five favorites and a lot of reads! More motivation! Whoops I think I have to get busy tomorrow and go on a schedule because I'm too lazy to actually make chapters daily eh. Thanks!
OTHER: I was busy on Love Live JP with the new update and July fourth.
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