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1. begin again (his pov)
The luggage in his hand was French sky blue,
"They won't mistake it for their own," his mum had said, "Trust me, black is pretty plain."
It was her with him at the airport,
It was okay, dad would've come to collect him at the arrival. Today he couldn't have come anyway.
Tourists all around speaking thousands of languages,
"I'm going mad," he said, "I hear just Italians",
then he got on board, waved mum goodbye,
"kiss the cats" he called, the plane took off and he met new eyes.
Other kids were there, he loved the kind of embarrassment the others had in moments like that. He was okay with talking to strangers.
Charming, he passed his hand through his hair.
It was easy.
"Hey" he said to a guy. He was taller, his skin was as dark as tanned leather, and his hair was shaved.
The guy grinned slowly, showing rows of straight white teeth. He was the kind you would keep away from, but on a holiday he just seemed
And they became friends, easy as it is.
They arrived in Ireland. The sky was beautiful.
The baggage carousel spun, a constant background noise, the sound of suitcases being dragged and picked up from foreign boys.
"Hey" the guide called, "Just go your way. Tomorrow you'll meet the other guys, for now you're free. Enjoy your time."
"That's fair" the tanned boy claimed,
And so they walked away.
There was a girl, conventionally pretty, hair black as ebony, with a basic elegant skirt.
"I like her" the tanned boy claimed,
"Go talk to her," our boy explained. It was easy.
"Hey" three blonde girls said all at once. He turned to them
"Well, hey, how's going?"
They giggled. "We're fine, and you?"
"I'm okay". People ran around, socially free.
Eagers to meet, ready to speak,
"See you all tomorrow" Easy as it is. The boy walked to his room that he shared with his first chum.
The next day approached, it rained but not lots. They walked to the hall, Italians had come. The boy stayed there, a hand in his pocket, the other on his phone. His long hair covered his face, as he read of his book the last page
"Let's go!" the guide said. So he stopped, his phone away. He looked around. People were mixing pretty good. His pal was with the black-haired girl, he joined them in the front.
That day they walked fast in the city, rain made things hazy. Monuments were high, traffic lights way faster then in France. A guy with a blue umbrella bumped into him, and gave him a quick glance
"Sorry" he said, raising his head
"Oh, it's fine" he smiled.
Everybody walked, then the guide gave free time.
He and his friend walked into a café called
"The Madleine." He drank a latte and watched out of the window.
He took out his phone.His dad hadn't called.
Raindrops made the sight blurry, but he could saw outside other people of his group. There it was, the blue-umbrella-guy, with him two other girls.
He saw one of the them throwing her head back like a little kid, laughing as the umbrella fell. He couldn't help smiling too as the boy kneeled to pick it up and the girl laugh and laugh.
She wore a k-way military green, her hair was strawberry blonde, but darkened by the storm
Free time ended. They walked back to the campus. Once there, in the dinner hall. He was the first to arrive, with him heben-girl and tanned boy, Kway girl just behind.
He had watched her closer, that time.
She had a fast smile and sweet dark brown eyes.
He was kinda hypnotized.
"Go talk to her" heben girl said.
"No, wait" It was not easy.
For the first time, it wasn't okay.
The girl he was watching took out her phone, she opened her kway and made a call.
"Ciao!" he heard. She was Italian, of course.
She started walking around the tables, talking fast. He met her eyes, two times or once.
"Let's sit and grab dinner," the tanned guy said. "Okay" he moved his eyes away. He would have met her the next day.
© khloè
🤍🖇
NOTE: Heya! I'm trying a new thing, so please read here to understand it. This will be a short story with more parts, soon I will upload this same but from the girl pov. And then the continue. I hope you like it. This story is kinda biographical, so I really care. let me know what you think.
(report me any error, I wrote it rather quickly and didn't really checked)
"They won't mistake it for their own," his mum had said, "Trust me, black is pretty plain."
It was her with him at the airport,
It was okay, dad would've come to collect him at the arrival. Today he couldn't have come anyway.
Tourists all around speaking thousands of languages,
"I'm going mad," he said, "I hear just Italians",
then he got on board, waved mum goodbye,
"kiss the cats" he called, the plane took off and he met new eyes.
Other kids were there, he loved the kind of embarrassment the others had in moments like that. He was okay with talking to strangers.
Charming, he passed his hand through his hair.
It was easy.
"Hey" he said to a guy. He was taller, his skin was as dark as tanned leather, and his hair was shaved.
The guy grinned slowly, showing rows of straight white teeth. He was the kind you would keep away from, but on a holiday he just seemed
And they became friends, easy as it is.
They arrived in Ireland. The sky was beautiful.
The baggage carousel spun, a constant background noise, the sound of suitcases being dragged and picked up from foreign boys.
"Hey" the guide called, "Just go your way. Tomorrow you'll meet the other guys, for now you're free. Enjoy your time."
"That's fair" the tanned boy claimed,
And so they walked away.
There was a girl, conventionally pretty, hair black as ebony, with a basic elegant skirt.
"I like her" the tanned boy claimed,
"Go talk to her," our boy explained. It was easy.
"Hey" three blonde girls said all at once. He turned to them
"Well, hey, how's going?"
They giggled. "We're fine, and you?"
"I'm okay". People ran around, socially free.
Eagers to meet, ready to speak,
"See you all tomorrow" Easy as it is. The boy walked to his room that he shared with his first chum.
The next day approached, it rained but not lots. They walked to the hall, Italians had come. The boy stayed there, a hand in his pocket, the other on his phone. His long hair covered his face, as he read of his book the last page
"Let's go!" the guide said. So he stopped, his phone away. He looked around. People were mixing pretty good. His pal was with the black-haired girl, he joined them in the front.
That day they walked fast in the city, rain made things hazy. Monuments were high, traffic lights way faster then in France. A guy with a blue umbrella bumped into him, and gave him a quick glance
"Sorry" he said, raising his head
"Oh, it's fine" he smiled.
Everybody walked, then the guide gave free time.
He and his friend walked into a café called
"The Madleine." He drank a latte and watched out of the window.
He took out his phone.His dad hadn't called.
Raindrops made the sight blurry, but he could saw outside other people of his group. There it was, the blue-umbrella-guy, with him two other girls.
He saw one of the them throwing her head back like a little kid, laughing as the umbrella fell. He couldn't help smiling too as the boy kneeled to pick it up and the girl laugh and laugh.
She wore a k-way military green, her hair was strawberry blonde, but darkened by the storm
Free time ended. They walked back to the campus. Once there, in the dinner hall. He was the first to arrive, with him heben-girl and tanned boy, Kway girl just behind.
He had watched her closer, that time.
She had a fast smile and sweet dark brown eyes.
He was kinda hypnotized.
"Go talk to her" heben girl said.
"No, wait" It was not easy.
For the first time, it wasn't okay.
The girl he was watching took out her phone, she opened her kway and made a call.
"Ciao!" he heard. She was Italian, of course.
She started walking around the tables, talking fast. He met her eyes, two times or once.
"Let's sit and grab dinner," the tanned guy said. "Okay" he moved his eyes away. He would have met her the next day.
© khloè
🤍🖇
NOTE: Heya! I'm trying a new thing, so please read here to understand it. This will be a short story with more parts, soon I will upload this same but from the girl pov. And then the continue. I hope you like it. This story is kinda biographical, so I really care. let me know what you think.
(report me any error, I wrote it rather quickly and didn't really checked)
