Writer’s POV:
As the days flew by, Asahd got closer to Allison but even closer to Saïda. After the birthday issue, their ‘friendship’ bond had grown stronger and they literally confided in each other without any hesitation. Who would’ve thought.
On the other side too, things were positive. He actually started to grow deeper feelings for Allison which made the girl very happy. His heart wasn’t completely hers yet and she knew it. But she also knew that things were getting more serious between them than they were at the start, giving her the courage to try harder and make Asahd completely hers.
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Asahd’s POV:
It was the weekend and the boys and I went strolling around town. I’d gotten closer to both of them and we even confided in one another, though I couldn’t tell them my secret. Who I really was. Other than that, they weren’t afraid of sharing their problems with me and telling me what they were going through. We supported and advised one another.
Sometimes I would listen to their stories and realise that I’d been a spoiled brat all my life. Complaining about what was more than enough and demanding much more. Whenever I heard their issues, I felt like punching myself in face. Both guys were nothing like me. They were humble, very friendly with everyone and satisfied with the little they had. The only things I actually had in common with them was the fact that we were of the same age group and all took school seriously, though I’d already graduated from a professional college.
“I go there every Saturday to go help the donators share food to the children,” Derrick explained.
On weekends, he always went to the orphanage where he grew up to help the workers there with the kids. He’d been adopted by good people at the age of seven. He’d explained how he never had hopes of leaving that place because most people that came would adopt the white kids. But one fortunate day, a couple came for him. Ironically, they were a white couple and they took perfectly care of him until he was fully grown.
“Oh, you went today?” I asked.
“In an hour’s time.”
“C– can I come and help too?” I asked, swallowing a little.
“Sure, man!”
“I’m in too,” Alex smiled.
“Great. We always need a helping hand. Some kind store owners, nice people and donators bring some snacks, water, toys and little necessities for the kids. Some schools too donate their old but usable textbooks to the orphanage, for the children.”
“That’s great.”
“Yeah. If y’all want, we can go now,” he proposed and we agreed.
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My heart threatened to break into two when I saw the cute little kids and toddlers that had either been abandoned or had lost their parents, playing around. My heart ached so bad when I saw them.
“Derrick!!” a little girl of about five, squealed happily and ran up to Derrick who lifted her up in his arms immediately.
“Lucy!” he laughed and playfully threw her in the air. Her happy giggles were the best sound ever. My eyes actually prickled,
“How are you??”
“I’m fine! I learnt how to spell more words today!” she squealed and I almost melted.
“Really?? Who’s a good girl??”
“Me!”
Alex and I didn’t even realise how dumb we looked, smiling like idiots.
“Who are these?” she asked shyly, covering her face with her little palms and referring to us.
“My buddies.”
“Are they nice?” she asked with a shy smile.
“Of course. This is Alex, and that’s Asahd.”
“Hello~” she chanted and I lost it.
“Can I carry her?” I asked without thinking twice.
“Sure,” Derrick chuckled and passed her to me. I carried her and she giggled happily, touching my hair.
“Your hair looks like noodles!” she laughed and I chuckled at her cuteness.
“Really? You like noodles, right?”
“Uh huh!” she giggled, covering her eyes.
“Well how about we become friends and give each other nicknames, what do you say?”
“Oki!”
“You’ll call me noodles and I’ll call you, giggles!” I tickled her a little and she laughed.
“Okay, noodles!”
“Hey Lucy, you like candy?” Alex asked her and she nodded happily,
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