Special One [The One Series - Part 1] *Under Major Editing*

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 - 11

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Date - 1 Jan 2024(edited)

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Asher's Pov

"Let my driver drop you off," Dad had offered, but before she could even muster a polite decline, I was already wedging myself into the conversation with an eager grin.

 "Dad, it's cool, I've got this. I'll drop her off."

He gave a resigned shrug, "Fine."

I turned to her with a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Let's hit the road, angry bird," I teased, knowing full well it would ruffle her feathers.

She scrunched up her face in that adorable way she does when she's half annoyed, half amused.

 "Hey, don't call me that," she protested, her words carrying a playful undertone.

"Yup, let's bounce," I said, my smile broadening at our little exchange.

But before we could dash off, she made a beeline to my mom, offering her a sweet goodbye that only reinforced what I already knew: she was as loud as she was caring, her screams of excitement as endearing as her whispers. I chuckled to myself; her energy was something else.

The ride to her place took about 35 minutes, and as soon as we pulled up, she hopped off my bike like it was on fire and I was the flame. 

"Thank you, Asher," she said, a hint of reluctance in her voice as if admitting I'd done something nice for her was a high crime.

I couldn't resist. "Anytime, Angry Bird," I smirked, tossing the nickname back at her like a playful challenge.

Her eyes rolled so hard I thought they might make a full orbit, but there was a laugh hidden in there somewhere. Our banter was half the fun of our friendship, after all. 

"Don't call me that!!" she shot back, but there was no real heat in it.

I leaned against my bike, feigning deep thought. "Why not? It suits you, don't you think?" I prodded, loving the way her expressions danced between amusement and mock exasperation.Then, with a sly smile that told me she had been waiting for this moment, she informed me that she had a special nickname just for me. Curiosity piqued, I urged her to spill the beans. 

She tapped her finger against my cheek as if to say, 'Think harder,' her eyes gleamed with the promise of payback. The air was thick with anticipation, and I couldn't help but wonder what name she'd cooked up in that clever head of hers.

'So cute.'

So there I was, face-to-face with this girl who had the kind of grin that spelt trouble. 

She leaned in, all mysterious-like, and dropped the bomb that she had a special nickname for yours truly. Man, you should've seen me, all ears and eager as a kid on Christmas morning, practically begging her to tell me.