It was a beautiful sunny day. Full of fluffy pretty clouds and stray balloons.
But on this particular day, a fight was started. This one fight brought on months worth of arguments, and it all started because of....

Oof
(Y/N)'s armful of papers fell to the ground quickly, gliding out of her reach because of the wind that the day had brought.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" (Y/N) said, frowning and trying to grab all the papers.
She was in a foul mood. Ever since she'd turned sixteen last week, her school work load had gotten huger. That day, she'd been walking home from school, carrying the final bits of her latest assignment.
Why? You ask, wasn't the papers in a folder, or even stray in a book bag? Because her stupid elder brother had borrowed her book bag.

It was just her luck, having to go home, without her book bag. All of her stuff was in there. Her thoughts were bitter, thinking he'd better not destroy it for his latest video.

A tanned hand reached down for some of the papers, picking them up with her. After a moment, they were gathered. She stood, expecting to see a elder man with a pleasant look, or a teenage girl. However, what she did not expect was for her assignment to be picked up by a strikingly handsome young man, around her own age.
Her thoughts of him being a nice, hot guy was crushed however when he handed them back to her quickly.
"See you." He said, waving his hand and walking on.
"Hey!"
"What? In sort of in a hurry." The young man turned, his magenta eyes narrowed.
"Look, Sorry to point this out, but you could at least say "I'm Sorry."
"You could at least say thanks, I did just pick them up for you, even though I was in a hurry." He said it with a slightly bragging tone, the sun illuminating the long scar across his right eye when he moved his head upwards.

(Y/N)'s face turned slightly pink, but with embarrassment or angry, she didn't know. "T-Thank you. Your turn."
The young man rolled his eyes and said simply "Sorry."
"Just sorry?"
"What? that wasn't good enough for you? You need a long sentence now? Make up your mind." This guy was obviously in a bad mood as well.
"Yeah your exactly right, that wasn't good enough. Give me more." (Y/N) said, realizing he was trying to humor her.

"Well then, let me spell it out for you. S-O-R-R-Y."
By now her angry was boiling up to her ears. She turned away, breathing deeply, trying not to yell.
"Maybe you should get on your way."

"Gladly."

"I hope I never see you around again!"
"I hope the same."

And thus, started the beginning of curious, toe tingling, mind reeling relationship.

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