1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Friends (80)

Word count: 6243

"Mike what are we doing here?" I ask my adoptive dad as we sit outside of a local high school.

"Don't look at me this is Guy's idea." He says giving away his husband of almost fifteen years.

"He thinks that you should at least have one year of schooling to build your social skills." He tells me.

"No I need years of intense therapy to build my social skills. Not one hundred eighty days of mindlessly doing work I mastered when I was six in a room feels with disease ridden rodents that are formally known as the youth of this God forsaken country." I tell him and he frowns.

"Look Elly you need to be a little more social. It can't hurt to meet a few disease ridden rodents that are formally known as the youth of this God forsaken country." He mocks.

"Honestly, do you two assume that just because you are my legal guardians you have the power to make such life altering changes?"

"Until you're eighteen we do." He says before handing me a bookbag and forcibly removing me from the car and leaving me like an abandoned pup in the parking lot.

I grown.

"Sometimes I despise those people." I say aloud to no one in particular.

Gradually I had all senior classes even though I was only sixteen and I found my locker mindlessly easy.

This plan; in it's entirety,  was just backwards. The last thing I needed to help with my slow descent into social
pariahtisum was nosy, rude delinquents.

"Nice hat." I hear a very un desirable voice say before feeling my hat being lifted from my head.

I do a complete bow face to face the culprit only to be met  with a very tall neanderthal of a man.

With a complete pelt if hair covering almost all of his viable skin and a husky build that blocked everything from my clear line of vision except the questionable stains that covered his shirt.

He stands a towering length and I feel like a small child as I tilt my head up completely to look the Mount Everest of a man.

He spins my prized beret on one of his  sausage like fingers.

"Give it back you oaf." I park and he seems confused and I remember that this is a simpleton.

"Give it back you large idiot." I say and he uses his other hand to grab my shirt and lift me off the ground.

"You care to repeat that you British biscuit?" I began to panic as I weigh my odds. Not good.

"Ok Chubs that's enough." Some guy says patting the gargantuan on the shoulder.

He then drops me like a stone and I wobble from a loss of balance.  He then takes my beret and throws it to the ground.

I then run over to my savior stopping him.

He has tapered blond hair and stormy gray eyes. He was tall and seemed to have a lot of muscles.

The moment I walk over to him and bow a Japanese bow.

"I'm extremely grateful of what you did for me. If there is anyway to show my gratitude then please,  don't hesitate to tell me." I express with the deepest level of sincerity. 

He then begins to chuckle.  "News flash you're in New York not Japan stop bowing."  He says in that manly silk like voice.

I instantly feel annoyed with this until he smiles a prominent canine smile.  With Pearl white teeth.