~I bite my hand in anticipation as he holds my journal, not opening it yet. Maybe he believes in privacy and will respect- he opened it.~
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Evan's POV
"Wait!" I yell from the tree as I figure out a fast way down. I sneak another peek at him and his focus is off of the journal, thank god. He's looking up at the tree, almost deciphering any clues on where my voice came from. I snicker to myself as his face replays in my head on my way down, it was kind of cute. Like a puppy tilting its head when you called its name. It distracts me and causes me to almost forget what I was doing. I slip.
I open my eyes to a bright light as a shade towers over me. I feel dizzy and everything is blurry but that's the least of my problems. I feel a sharp pain in my ankle almost as if it's sprained and the reason why I'm even here. My journal- oh my god my journal! I shake my head in an attempt to clear my vision and it partly works, the shade looks more of a silhouette and the bright light from before is more recognizable.
I feel the blades of grass under my arms as I keep myself propped up with them, I already know that's going to itch later. I groan but I can finally see my surroundings. That silhouette was the boy, and the light was from the sun. Obviously- why did that take me so long? I sat up with a bit of struggle but I got it and looked at my ankle. My show is off? It's propped up on a backpack that is definitely not mine. Wh-...
"What happened to my foot?" I meant to ask myself that in my head but I asked aloud in a whisper instead. I look around the floor as I look for... something? What exactly? I don't know, my head is a bit foggy.
"You fell. I'm not a doctor but I've sprained my foot numerous times before." The boy from beside me standing announces with a chuckle, answering my question. I try to move it and- yep it's sprained. Jeez that hurts more than I thought. I mutter an ow as I look back at the boy. I've never seen him this up close before, his features are easier to see.
"Is that why-?" I ask as I point at my injured?, injured foot. I go wide eyed as I see my journal right next to the backpack, I hope he didn't read it while I was... out? Unconscious? It's all a blur at the moment.
"Your foot is being propped up on a backpack that doesn't belong to you? Yeah pretty much." I glance at him and to everything around me as he speaks, listening as I try to gain my memory back of the past few minutes. I'm currently on the ground, with a boy who has yet to be named, a sprained ankle, and one missing shoe. I kind of want that back.
"Where, where is my shoe?" I ask aloud staring at the grass beneath me then to my arm, inspecting for any red marks the grass could have caused. It's like every time my skin comes in contact with grass I get little red lines from where it touched and it itches like crazy. It freaked one of my friends once, it was kind of funny.
"Your shoe is next to your journal, I presume that's your journal?" He gestures to the notebook which is clearly mine and I can finally see my shoe, hiding behind. My eyes still aren't working I see. It's right there, how am I so blind?
"Yeah that's... that's mine." Okay so he didn't look through it, nice. "Wait, what's your name?" I want to at least thank him for his help before one of us leaves, and so I can stop referring to him as 'boy'. I look back up at him and the sun reflects from his glasses and just... wow. He's so much prettier when he's not a farther distance away.
"Jared." He smiles and sits down, almost in criss-cross. Heh, he still sits like a kid in elementary when the teacher asks everyone to join on the carpet.
"Evan." I offer a smile back and put my hand out to shake, my mom always told me it's polite when you're introducing yourself to someone. He looks at it, then back at me, and laughs before finally taking it. We shook hands for only a moment but his hand was so warm, I don't think I've held anyone's hand since I was a little kid walking across the street with my mom. Something about the driver being able to see her before me because of the height difference.
"Now back to the journal and why we are currently in this mess." He snickers still looking at me, into my eyes actually. Which means I get to see his and yet again he surprises me with his appearance. The blue is just... I want to say wow again. I realize I'm staring and look away and act as if I didn't just look into his soul- kidding. Kind of.
"Oh, it's just uhm, really personal. I kind of freaked when I noticed you about to open it. Screaming was the first thing I thought of." I nervously laugh, it sounds worse when I say it out loud. I thought it was actually smart in my head, god I'm an idiot sometimes.
"Sorry about that, it's not everyday a mysterious journal pops out of nowhere next to you when you're just sitting under a tree." He apologizes and even though he's been talking this whole time I can finally hear his voice clearly, not from almost 20 feet in the air. Probably higher but it's just an estimate.
"Yeah, no worries. My clumsy ass just can't stop falling out of trees-"
"What?-"
"Nothing."
"You've fallen out of trees before? Plural?" He asks with genuine concern, obviously with some curiosity mixed in but hey, I just fell out of a tree. So I can't blame him. I part my lips and as I'm about to answer I hold back, do I really want to answer that question truthfully? It seems like a more personal thing. Maybe if this situation somehow turns into an invitation to hang out then maybe, maybe I could tell him.
"Yeah. I have."
I leave it at that as the sun begins to set, and we just talk about whatever comes to mind. I might just make a friend out of this.
