Max Meets Makoto

Oh, man. This one was the toughest out of the three. Like Taro and Masayuki, Makoto wasn’t alone. There was some girl with dark black hair. I found them outside of the convenient store. Again, I had to do some shopping for mom. (It’s a pain, but I have to do it. I can’t explain it right now.) I didn’t really want to go home just yet at the time. So, I decided to do a little people-watching.

Just a few feet from me, I spotted boy and a girl standing beside each other. They didn’t look like they were together. In fact, they seem to hate each other. I couldn’t exactly be sure why just yet. I must have caught the girl’s attention because I noticed her cutting a frosty glare at me. I about fell back with a yelp. The boy turned and looked at me as I sat on the ground, moaning.

“Ow,” I muttered.

“What were you staring at?” the girl with the dark brown hair asked. I lifted my head with a blank stare.

“Huh?” I asked.

“What were you staring at?” she asked again. I struggled to speak about three minutes. I finally shook my head like an idiot.

“No!” I yelped. The girl glared at me as she marched up with her nostrils flared. My eyes widened as she got closer. Oh no, she’s going to hit me! I put up my arms and shield myself. I peeked out from the cracks when nothing was coming. Instead, the girl stood in front of me with her hands from her hips. I stared at her confused. The boy behind her narrowed his eyes at me. I looked up at the sky. What did I do to get into this situation?

“And who the hell are you?” the girl asked. I looked at them both as I tried to speak again.

“M-M-M-Maxxie,” I said. “Who are you?”

“Why?” the girl asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, you asked me my name,” I said. “Won’t you tell yours and your friend behind you.” Instead of an answer, she and the dark-haired boy walked off. I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or breathe out in relief.