Every person has something that calms them down whether its a sport, or a song, or a book. You, on the other hand, would lay down on the grass in the park or at the university you attended and watch the sky, trying to spot different things amidst the clouds. Today was awfully stressful between the essay that you did last night then missed the deadline, your family coming to visit you at college, and lacrosse tryouts starting tomorrow.
You decided to stay on campus today and found a perfect spot that wasn't too sunny. You placed your backpack neatly besides you and laid the blanket you had with you on the grass. After laying down you looked up to the sky and searched the clouds for an animal or anything, really.
Soon enough you spotted what looked like a pair of angel wings. You decided to close your eyes for a second or two then you heard someone speak.
"Are you dead?" The voice asked, as he poked you in the arm.
You opened your eyes to see a guy with curly hair standing above you, blocking the sun. After seeing him, you sat up and he sat next to you.
"So you're alive?" He asked you with a small smile on his face.
"No, this is my ghost here." You answer in a sarcastic tone and roll your eyes at him. Stupidity is definitely not what you needed right now.
"I've seen you do this a few times." He states, completely ignoring what you said.
"Yeah? Good for you. Please leave me alone now, thanks." You say and lay back down on your blanket.
Once you do that he decides to lay down next to you. Annoyed, you speak "Do you not understand what 'leave me alone' means?"
"Sorry, I just wanna see what's so great about this." He said and you can hear it in his voice that he was hurt by what you had told him.
"My name is (Y/N), incase you wanted to know." You say, hoping to make small talk.
He faced you then said, "I know who you are. My name is Dylan and I think you're cute."
Once you heard that you start laughing uncontrollably, who is this kid? "Why are you laughing?" You heard him ask you in a low tone.
You finally stopped laughing and said, "because that, my friend, is hilarious."
"But it's not!" Dylan started whining. "How is that even remotely close to being funny?" At this point the two of you were sitting criss crossed and facing one another.
"Because I'm not cute." You state and he looks at you like you're crazy.
He rolls his eyes then brings himself closer to you and takes your hands into his. "You are the cutest cutie out there."
"Mhm, whatever you say, Stromer." You mumble, without looking at him.
"Wait you know my last name? Actually, my nick name?" He asks, confusion prominent in his face.
"Well you are the captain of the varsity hockey team aren't you? I'm a hockey fan." He nodded, but it was completely obvious that he didn't believe you, but you chose to ignore it. Once agin you were laying on the ground, looking up at the sky. His presence though, had not left you and was still by your side.
