A Second Chance [BBBG Fic]

Promise

Hello. I'm back. And this time, another chapter for your eyes to become a streaming waterfall later on.

I wrote this while playing "The Wolf and The Moon (Celtic Version)" to add in the feels I can muster to keep the flow of the story going. I'll put this here in case anyone wants to become an emotional wreck like me when I wrote this. You might think it is unfitting to the atmosphere of the story but hey, it's your opinion and I have mine. I have no say in this whatsover.

With Cyclone

His 'brothers' left him to go after the alien himself. Cyclone volunteered to be the watcher for Yaya. He doesn't need his hoverboard if he wants to fly. He can make himself float by his mini tornado he has in his arsenal.

His eyelids are getting heavy by the lack of sleep and rest. He tried many ways to stay awake. The good ol' pinch on the side trick is a good method as it effectively yelped in pain by his own pinching, allowing him to stay awake for a while. He wanted a well deserved rest after all this.

His mind wandered towards the pink hijab girl. Poor girl. She must have been through a lot lately in these recent events. She lost three of her precious friends. He is worried if she wakes up, she'll start to lose herself of her friends' lost lives.

Yaya isn't highly irresistible to her emotions. But when it comes to her friends, she'll do whatever she can to make them feel batter, especially to everyone she cares about.

Cyclone yawned, the first sign of exhaustion. He sat on a pile of rocks that were there right where he first found her. He closed his eyes and before he knew it, drowsiness fully controlled him and slept like a log.

A mumble and an eye twitch came from not only Cyclone but to Yaya, who was going to wake up from her pained nap.

The explosion had knocked her out cold and the collision made her lose balance and hit her head at the durable rock behind her. Fortunately for her, her hijab and her cap that she brought to impress BoBoiBoy (...or whatever reason she may be hiding.), reduced the damage taken from having a head trauma but still painful enough to make her go unconscious.

"Uhhh..." She groaned as she sat up, not realizing she was trying to sit up from Cyclone's hoverboard, which results in losing her balance once again and fall to the ground, hurting herself again. Yaya got up shakily and the pain suddenly came back, making her fall down to one knee. She screamed quite a bit until she stopped and looked around her surroundings.

She was encased in a windy barrier, probably from Cyclone himself. Yaya gets what's going on. He was only doing this to protect her.

"That's so sweet of him..." She said softly. She thought of a way to get out of her windy prison. Calling out his name isn't an option right now as she is 10 feet away from his location and the wind's vibrating sounds were blocking out her voice. She had a grand idea of burrowing herself underground and came out on the other side of her own windy prison.

Yaya approached the sleeping boy very quietly lest she wants to wake him up. Her eyes locked onto his smiling lips, that was plastered there on his face for how long. Yaya had her own smiling face for a minute. He must be dreaming of something that made him form an upward curve on his lips. She took her moment to sit beside Cyclone by another rock resting besides his other bouldered one. She then rests her head against his shoulder and let out a sigh. Nobody was around to see them and that is enough for her.

Although, never had she taken a bold move of resting her head on her first friend's shoulder, despite being BoBoiBoy Cyclone, BoBoiBoy is still the BoBoiBoy she knew and loved as a friend. Not that they have time to escalate their relationship. She wondered how he feels about her. Probably in the same way she feels for him too. Yaya hoped to believe that someday.