Ashton (Age 17)
It was your first day starting your very first job. Which happened to be at KFC.
Walking into the fast food place and into the backroom you got given your locker key to put your bag and other belongings in, after putting them away and fixing the uniform shirt you walked towards the kitchens where you saw a boy with straightened sand blonde hair frying the fries. Minding your own business and walking past, the boy turned around and bumped into you, burning your arm with the burning oils from the fryer which he was about to place into the area to keep the fries warm.
Yelping from the sudden pain you move away quickly, only to fall into the manager, Jake, who at the time was on his phone, and knocking the phone out of his hands resulting in a cracking noise. Turning red, both at your cheeks and your now burnt arm. The chip guy quickly put down the fryer and walked to your aid, giving multiple apolagies, "Holy balls, I am so sorry, are you okay? Oh my god, it's all red. Should your skin be peeling? Is that blood!? Goddamit, Ashton! Why weren't you paying attention!-" The boy, Ashton, went on talking to himself for quite a while, however, Jake's voice boomed causing Ashton to stop.
"Y/N!" He pointed at you, his eyes wide and angry with rage, "Into my office now!" And he stormed towards his office, broken phone in his hand. Looking at Ashton you bit your lip and followed Jake into his office.
20 minutes later, you were walking down the street, with a ripped work contract in hand. Wiping your wet eyes with your unharmed arm you continued your journey home, only to be stopped by a small old car beeping its horn behind you. The driver rolled down their window and, what a suprise, it was Ashton.
"Hey, Y/N right?" He asked, stopping the car as you have stopped walking. You nodded your head slowly, facing away from him with your watery eyes you say "Yeah, you're Ashton?".
He got out his car as he mumbled a "Yeah" and before you knew it he was standing infront of you.
"Hi, I uh.. just wanted to say sorry about back there and- Have you been crying?" The 17 year old questioned. You looked away and nodded slightly, wiping your eyes once more, hoping they stayed dry. "Why?"
"My first day of work ever and i get fired in less than 30 miniutes of being there. And my arm really hurts.." You replied and trailled off at the end. Ashton frowned, but then started to smile.
"Well turn that frown upside down, and get in my car" He opened the car door for you and looked at you.
"Why?" You questioned confusidly.
"I feel really bad for getting you fired and for burning your arm, sorry about that by the way, so let's go get some McDonalds and we can go to my friends house and you can join us for band practise" He smiled brightly, his straightend fringe close to covering his whole forehead.
You thought for a minuite before accpeting and getting into Ashton's car, making your journey to McDonalds.
Michael (Aged 8)
It was a warm Saturday in Sydney and today you were attending a birthday for this boy in your class called... Colum? Calum? Cal? You weren't sure but your mom dropped you off at the designated time, 2:00PM. Wearing an outfit you had chosen yourself, dark blue jeans and your older brothers light blue Yu-Gi-Oh shirt, and not that silly little pink dress your mom wanted you to wear, you walked into the birthday boys backyard with your mom and a wrapped present and card in hand.
You placed the gifts on a table with some other presents guest have bought and walked towards the food area, where a few other kids were. Looking at the blue Thomas the Tank Engine cake and admiring it for a while you looked across the table and saw a bowl of crisps, and a short blonde hair, green eye boy next to them. You got to the bowl and reached in a ate a few, watching the boy pick some up and eating them too. However, as you were going to reach for more you saw the boy sprinkle the excess of the crisps from his fingers into the bowl.
