*𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕌𝕡* ~Sᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ Uɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ x Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ~

✦Meeting Him✦

(H/L)=Hair Length         (H/C)=Hair Color                      (E/C)=Eye Color

☁︎STEVEN POV☁︎

I feel the breeze in my short, fluffy black hair, and the soft sand on my hands. I'm watching the sunset, taking it all in.

I'm startled when I hear my phone go off in my pocket. It was my dad, telling me he's arrived in Beach City and to head over to his storage unit fast.

I tilt my head in confusion, but go along with it anyway. He may just need help with the equipment or something.

I put my phone in my pocket and jump into the air, using my powers to direct me towards the storage unit.

I float down to the storage unit and look around for my dad.

𝐃𝐚𝐝?

I turn to look if he's on the other side of the van when I bump into someone.

"Sorry!"

𝐎𝐡! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈-

I look up and my eyes widen.

☁︎YOUR POV☁︎

Soon, we arrived at a storage unit. I guess I looked confused because Greg told me it was his and that it's where they put the equipment when they weren't using it.

Greg parks the van and everyone starts to get out.

"Hey (Y/N). You can stay in the van for now if you want. I'm gonna have someone come over so they can answer any questions you have about Beach City."

Greg grabs his phone before exiting the van and I give him a nod in agreement.

I grab my backpack and put it on my back. I don't wanna just sit in the van. I'll probably just look around a bit until that person gets here.

I close the van door and start walking towards the back when I bump into someone.

Gosh, why do I keep bumping into people?

Sorry!

"𝙾𝚑! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙸-

I look up and see a tall boy with short, fluffy black hair and deep brown eyes. He's wearing jeans and a black shirt with a yellow star on it. He also has a bubble-gum-pink jacket and some red flip-flops.

We just kinda stand there, staring at each other for what seems like hours. I have to admit, he's kinda cute.

We're both woken from our trance when Greg speaks.

"Steven! I see you've met (Y/N)."

I blink my eyes a bit and slowly reach my hand out.

H-hi. I'm (Y/N)..

The b-..uh, Steven takes his hand out of his pocket and shakes my hand. His hand is bigger than mine and strangely soft.

"𝙷𝚒! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗, 𝙸-𝙸'𝚖 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚐'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗."

Really? He doesn't look anything like Greg.

We awkwardly stand there for a bit, then Greg breaks the silence.

"(Y/N) here is moving to Beach City! I figured you could give her a tour and answer any questions she has."