It was that new kid. The elder one.
He shouted:
“Gotcha!”
Seems like I was the only one left hiding as the others have already been discovered.
“Ah really! Who would think someone would be hiding in a tree like that!? You really gave me a hard time!” he added.
I just stood there awestruck at his reaction. To be honest, I thought he was really cute - blabbing so fast, complaining about how long he’s been looking for me. I’ve gotta admit, my heart raced as I looked into those tender eyes of his. That was my first time seeing him at such a close distance and I’ve gotta say, those rumors about how good-looking he was didn’t do him justice. He was really too handsome for words. It was like a dream and I thought to myself: “So, is this how an angel looks like?” But then I felt a numbing pain on my right arm. His hand was still there. He hasn’t let go of me yet as he continued to narrate how he even searched the rice fields looking for me. I didn’t want to interrupt him as he was really into his“monologue” but I just couldn’t take it any longer so I silently told him:
“Uh, excuse me?”
“Yes?” he responded.
“Uhm, my hand. It hurts.” I said.
He was really flustered as he quickly let go of my hand and blushed. He apologized:
“Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize I was gripping too tightly. Really sorry! Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. No worries.” I replied while massaging my wrist.
He took my hand in his and said:
“Aigoo! So sorry! My fingers really left a mark. Your hand has turned blue. Ah so sorry!”
He massaged my fingers and even blew on them as if it were wounded. I thought:
“God! Why is he so handsome!?”
Just then, a familiar voice came from nearby:
“Ya! What’re you two up to?”
We both flinched and he let go of my hand quickly as we turned to look who it was. It was my sister Katie. She showed an irritated expression and said:
“Hey! What took you so long!? We’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Let’s go. It’s getting dark soon. I don’t wanna be scolded again.”
“Oh I’m sorry. I had a hard time finding your sister. It’s all my fault.” the boy said with a bright smile.
We finally made our way back on the slope carefully. At the intersection near our house, we bid goodbye to all the other kids and turned towards our home. Then, I felt a someone tap my shoulder. Woah. It’s that kid again.
“Hey!” he chirped.
“Yes?” I replied.
“I didn’t even get to know your name.” he said.
“Oh! It’s (your name). And you are?”
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