Two New Yorkers in LA

Chapter 2

Willam's POV 

When I woke up the sun was already shining brightly in the sky. Then, due to the time that I spent sleeping, I felt that my batteries were already charged and that I could move a mountain with my own fists. 

When I reached the dining room, Jasmine was already having lunch. She drew her attention from the newspaper she was reading and look at me with an amused expression.

— The newest bear, the most recently discovered species, Willam Arkwright had finally appeared to the sunlight.

I simply rolled my eyes as she spoke and sat by her side, putting myself a full plate of food. 

— So have you walked around the neighbourhood yet? — I asked calmly. I knew how an early riser my sister was. Therefore, she would have met at least one person in this new town.

She opened her mouth but no sound was made. I looked at her with a huge smile on my mouth.

— Have we new boy in less than 24 hours? — I laughed and she seemed to wake up for reality.

— Of course not, Willam! Don't be dumb! — she said rapidly, trying to avoid more questions.

I shrugged with a smile on my face and she rolled her eyes, focusing on the newspaper that she was reading before my interruption. 

The remaining time of the meal was passed without any other funny statements.

*** 

After lunch, I went back upstairs to my room. As I had nothing left to do, because I unpacked last night, at least related to the university, I picked a book about German history up and started reading it.

The book was both very interesting and very appealing. German history was something that had always caught my full attention, especially World War 2.

I never knew why, though. Is it because sometimes I put myself in the role of a jew? Or is it because that can become reality faster than we're expecting?

Anyway, I put that thought aside when I heard a knock on my door, I let the person in, in case my sister.

Jasmine was wearing a simple outfit, she smiled and walked towards my closet. She grabbed an outfit — basically a white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts — and tossed it towards me. It landed on the book that I was calmly reading,

— What's this for? — I asked with frowned eyebrows, picking the clothes up and closing the book forcefully.

— We're going jogging| Put those on! — she demanded. I surrounded myself by not responding and she looked happy for that. 

Our fights about my lack of physical activity, despite the fact that I go to the gym regularly, are neither the prettiest to see nor the most wonderful to hear.

I changed fastly and then we prepared for our running. Bottles of fresh water, headphones and all those fancy things that Olympic athletes have. 

— Let's do this, little brother! — Jasmine joked and I simply rolled my eyes. 

***

A few miles away from home, near to a park, I and Jasmine stopped to drink some water, as the heat was melting us.

I walked a bit around, while my sister was sat on a bench, which was located near the little blue lake when someone collided with me, making my phone fall from my hands and go towards the floor. 

I crouch myself, in order to pick my phone up (fortunately intact) from the floor. The blond boy didn't crouch himself, he was blushing and running his hands nervously through his blond hair.

— I'm so sorry about that! I'm always distracted. Is it broke? I can pay for it. I'm so sorry, mister! — he said fastly, almost swallowing some letters.

I laughed at his despair.

— No problem. — I said calmly looking at him, who was looking away — I'm very much capable of paying for it myself — he looked at me worriedly — But it's not broke, trust me. — I showed him the intact phone.

He sighed and smiled. What a beautiful smile! Wait, what?

Far away, or just some miles behind, I heard my sister calling for me. 

— I have to go. See you around....? 

— Jack. My name's Jack. — he answered. 

— Right, Jack. — I said and smiled, turning back, running towards the bench where my sister was.