Confusing, Isn't It?

Pt. 1 Fateful Encounter

You're sitting on the edge of a bridge, early morning. It was Sunday. The moon was still visible and the sky was quite dim. You sat alone, fiddling with some stone you had discovered in the divides of the wooden bridge. Alone. What a cursed word. You were sick and tiresome of being alone. Your best friend had move away last year, and you could find nothing to fill the void: nor anyone. You had given up, you knew this was the end and you would go about the rest of your pathetic life, on your lonesome. It was fucking embarrassing. You hated pitting yourself when you're known for pricing yourself on mental toughness.

You scoffed, holding back the salty droplets that graced themselves with the liberty of forming on your eyelids.

"Huuuh", you partly yell, staring into the crystal clear stream below you.
"U-uh"
You turn your head towards the sound of approaching footsteps. Surprisingly, it was a boy who looked about your age.
"Do you mind if I..um sit here too?"

"Sure, whatever," you respond in a nonchalant manner.

"Uhm okay." He awkwardly waddles towards you and takes a seat a few feet away from you. You glance over to him. You hadn't noticed before but his eyes were a beautiful, hazelnut brown, almost golden in the rising sunlight. What? Its not akaward for you to like someone's eyes right? He caught you staring and turned his head to face you. You were unfazed by this sudden movement and kept staring.

He tilted his head and gave an awkward smirk.

"Uh...so what's up with you?", he asked trying to cut through the thickness of the atmosphere.

"Nothing much."

"O-oh okay," he replied nervously.

He took another shot.
"Beautiful sunrise, huh?"
His stutter seemed nonexistent now and he looked at peace, gazing off into the sunrise.

Now you were the one stuttering.
"Y-yeah it is."

"Hey uh, I..I don't want to be invasive a-and this is none of my business but, you seem kinda down", he said, a curious look on his perfectly shaped face.

You avert your attention back to the flowing water.

"Yea, it is none of your business"

"S-sorry, sorry."

You lightly poke his shoulder and try at a smile.
"Thanks, dude," you say still looking down.

He gives you a gentle smile and leans back to lay on the bridge.

" I have a name you know," he says still smiling.
" Really?" You state sarcastically.

"Mace, Mace Topolsky, and you?"

"Y/n L/n"

"That's fitting", he says innocently.

"WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, HUH?!"

*He sits straight up*

"NO I MEAN LIKE YOU LOOK LIKE A Y/N, I-I UH THINK ITS A REALLY COOL NAME", he states frantically and flustered.

"Uu-uh... I'll go," he says, standing up, preparing to leave.

"Sit your ass down," you state firmly.
He instantly plops down, his legs crisscrossed.

"I'm not mad so, do whatever".

"Oh..okay".
"Do you come here often, Y/n? I've never seen anyone come this early".

"No, this is my first time, but it seems really tranquil here".

"Yea, that's why I love it here. I usually come 3 days a week, even in the rain. The stream gets high and there are frogs sometimes."
His smile grew wider and wider as he talked about the park's numerous glories.