I go to bed early at night today after a nice dinner with my aunt, which is very unsual because I'm like the night owl. I lay in bed, looking outside the window I closed. I used to look at the bright moon but now, because of him, it's closed.

The room is darker when the window is closed. I keep on changing my sleeping positions and still can't fall asleep. The image of that guy is still in my head all the time, which is very weird.

I keep on thinking about him until I fall asleep.

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I woke up to the alarm I set on my phone at 7:00 AM. I get up, and get ready. I walk down to the kitchen to make breakfast. Right when I reached the table, breakfast was already been made, noodles and a cup of milk.

"I left for work early today. Breakfast is on the table, help yourself. :) " I saw the note that my aunt wrote.

I slowly eat my breakfast as I check on my phone, instagram, facebook, and other social media. Though I'm a nerd, I do know about the internet and social networking very well. It's just that I don't always focus on them.

There are text messages from my best friend - Suzy - right when I turn on my phone.

"Heyy, how are you? Is the weather really hot? Are you fine with it now?"

Probably those are the only texts that ask about how am I.

"Have you met any really cute guys? Are they hot? How tall are they? Do they have 6-packs? Do you have their instagram's account? Are they nice? How did you meet them?..."

And... Bunch are about guys. She pretty can tell if I'm fine if I text her back so asking if I'm fine or not is just... Trying not to be too weird and ask about guys immediately.

"Ayee, I'm fine except the weather is making me turning into a roasted Bora. And nope, I didn't meet any cute guys yet. I've just got here dude! Chill..." I text back.

"If I meet any cute one, I'll sure take a few 'stalking' photos of them for you so don't worry." I know very well that she'll ask for a picture anyway.

I finish up my breakfast and pack up a few things to go to the park near my house. It's not too big, like a medium one. It has a playground, plants, a little "tent" or a stop on top of a small hill.

I always go there. It's a good place to read or draw. I put my sketch book, a couple of pencils just in case the lead break, an eraser and a small bottle of hot coffee.

I open the garage door and get my bike outside. It's a small bike, I got it the first time I went here with my family. I decided to bike cause it's only a short distance to the park from my aunt's house. It's only like 5 minutes to get there.

I start biking, the wind of heat keeps blowing on my face. It burns really badly and I forgot to put on sunscreen, and my skin is very sensitive to sunlight too but oh well, too bad. I don5 want to go all the way back to my house just to put on sunscreen, I'll be in the shade later anyway.

Finally I reach the park, I sigh of relief that I'll get to the shade soon. Like I thought, there's no ones here, the people in my neighbor are the ones that doesn't like to go outside, and there's no kids here either.

I'm grateful for that tho, I don't like to go to places that have too many people. I park my bike right under the small hill and walk up there to the tent. This is my favorite place to go ever since I found it. I sometimes come here at night too, they have lights here, which I'm very glad for.

I sit down on a bench and begin sketching. I sketch the landscape of the mountains and the sky, a picture I see far from a distance.

I stop sketching when I hear the sound of someone humming.

"Oh, you're the girl next door right, what are you doing here?"

I turn around and see "the naked underwear showing" guy. Suddenly, I can already feel my cheeks burning. He has a very thick British accent. He's also carrying a skateboard and the way he dresses looks like one of those cool kids.

"Shouldn't I be the one that's asking?"
I scowl at him.

"Why should you?"

"Cause this is my place."

"Did you buy this? Is there your name written somewhere here?" He pretends to look around for my name.

"Pshhhhhhh." I roll my eyes at him

"You lost, HAH!"

"Fine, you won this time. What are you going to do then? Kick me out?"

He puts his hand on his chin like he's thinking.

"I'll just let you sit here then. Don't bother me, remember that!"

"Pshhhhh, it's not like this is your place. And bother you? Huh, like I want to really."

"Fine."

"Fine."

I turn around and he turns around the other way too then i heard something fell to the ground. Surprisingly, it's a book.

"The History of Eng-" I read the title of the book out loud until he picks up the book and hides it behind him. I look at the book behind him and at him. I can see his cheeks turn red.

"What? What? Is this that weird? Can't a bad boy read? Can't I do the things I love to just because I'm supposed to be bad? Why you Asians get to read but not me? Is reading and being smart wrong? Can't-" He says non-stop and sounds very serious. But I stop him, partly I find it funny, partly, I feel kind of bad for him. I must hide this for a long time.

"It's fine." I say with a calm voice.

"Fine?"

"Um."

"Nothing like, you're supposed to be cool?"

"Um."

He gives me the weird look.

"Why? What's wrong?" I ask.

He stares at me and sits down next to me.

"Everyone usually judges me and says that stop trying to be smart, I can't and all of this and that. It's ever been like that since I was in 4th grade."

He looks sad and he sounds sincere.

"Everyone thinks that I'm just trying to be a goodie and reads to get extra points for being smart. The ones that I trust enough to tell them, they never even encourage me, not once I feel comfortable about the fact that I read in front of other people, that's why I always try to hide them."

I look at him, I can see sadness appealing on his face.

"Sorry about what I said earlier. It's just that I've been holding in for too long and I can't let it out."

"Hm, I understand. It's okay... But what did you say about me being an Asian huh?" I tease him

"Sorry, I didn't mean that. But Asians at least get encouraged at studying." He chuckles.

"You like to study that much?" I ask with a curious face.

"Yea, I don't know. It's just that there are so many things to learn about. Don't you think?" He looks back at me.

"Totally agree with you!" I smile and raise my thumb up as a 'like'.

He laughs.

"You shouldn't care so much about what other people think about you. Do what you like, be the person you desire to be. In the end, it's your life isn't it? So why live other people's lives?" I just say it without even thinking. I say what I feel is right.

He stares at me. Again. I can feel my cheeks burning.

"Yah! Stop staring!" I burst out.

"Haha, I can see your cheeks turning red." He chuckles.

"No it's not." I try to explain myself.

He looks away and smiles. Somehow, his smile looks very bright and cute...

"My name is Harry Styles by the way. Harry Edwards Styles."

"In my head I always call you jerk this whole time." I laugh

"Pshh, you want to die?" He raises his fist while giggling.

"Sorry." I smile sticking my tongue out.

"My name is Bora, Jeong Bora."

"Anyway, about yesterday... Ha, um... Just in case you're misunderstanding me that I was sneaking at you... It was ... Just an accident." I say blushing

He breaks out laughing.

"I know that, I did it just to tease you, don't worry." He pats on my shoulder, sarcasticly.

"But I saw you fell, was mine that big to shock you?" He laughs.

"No, no, not at all,... I just fell cause I tripped on something.

"Not at all? Hm, you want to look at it again? I'm pretty sure it's big." He stands up and put his hand on his jeans.

"Yah!!" I cover my eyes. Pssshhh, jerk!

He laughs so hard as if he is dying.

I put down my hands and give him an "I hate you" look.

"Anyway, what were you reading anyway." I ask. Trying not to speak about this awkward situation again.

"The History og England." He holds up his book to show me.

"Why England out of all of the countries? Are you British?" I give out my hand so that he can give me the book.

"Yea, I'm British." He hands the book to me as he sits down next to me.

"Why did I even ask that I could already tell from your accent." Now that I think about it, I'm stupid. He smiles, now that I focus on his smile, he looks really cute. But, what can I do? I'm not even close to pretty.

I see his bookmark and more than half of it already.

"When did you move here? Why?" I ask as I read through a few pages.

" Just about 6 months ago. My dad has a new job here." He plays around with his skateboard.

"Do you like it here?"

"Kind of, I hate the weather sometimes."

"Me too. I'll turn into a black Asian soon. Time to change into a different color than "yellow" you think?" I laugh.

He breaks out laughing. His laugh is adorable.

"But are you going to move here? From where? What school are you going next year?"

"No, I'm just on a vacation. From Korea. And I'm homeschooled." The book is actually good.

"Wow, your English is very good though."

"I can speak 5 other languages as well."

"So 'Asian'." He teases.

"It's not like I'm white." I tease back.

We both laugh. We chat for a while and then it's time for me to go home. I still have a few things to help my aunt.

We stand up and flick the dust off our clothes. I pack up my things and walk down the hill with him.

He puts his snapback on my head and takes my bike.

"Get on, I'll give you a ride."

"Yah, it's my bike still."

"Whatever. Get on."

I fix the snapback and get on. I suddenly realize that he's my first American- actually British friend.

He gives back my bike as we reach our houses. I put his snapback back on his head which I have to stand on my tip toe, he's way taller than me.

"See you again soon Bora." He waves as he runs back to his house."

"See you." I watch him for a while and walk in. It was a good day.