Max and Masayuki

Funny little kid, this one. He wasn’t alone the day that I met him either. (These kids seem to draw crowds around them, I tell you.) I was wandering around the bus station one evening. I didn’t want to go home at the time. That one is a long story I don’t want to get into yet. Anyway, back to those kids. Well, one in particular.

I happened to look up and see two boys and a girl getting off the last bus for the night. For reasons still unknown to me today, I found myself staring at them. One boy had short black hair and glasses. The girl had blonde pigtails and bright green clips in her hair. The other boy had light brown hair and green eyes. I had never seen these kids before in my life. I certainly wouldn’t have any interest to get to know them. (They weren’t the ones I was looking for after all.) Still…

Suddenly, the girl looked up and noticed me. She turned to the light browned- haired boy and whispered, pointing at me. I didn’t catch on until he stared at me as well.

“What are you looking at?” he shouted. I froze as my spine turned stiff. Oh shit, now what? This just sort of happened.

“Uh…” I said. This time, the boy was whispering to him. Light brown hair shrugged. Aw, damn it! I can tell what they are thinking. I forced myself to grin and look natural. Like a puppet on strings, I raised my hand and waved at them.

“Hey!” I shouted. I’m seriously not going to go over there, am I? Before I could process that question, I stood inches away from those three children. They stared at me as I tried come up with something say. The girl tilted her head, staring at me.

“Who… are you?” she asked. My mind and body went on autopilot when she first spoke.

“Maxxie!” I said in a strangled yelp.

“Maxxie, huh?” the boy with light hair asked. I nodded my head as if my head was on strings. We all just stood there, saying nothing. What was going on here? Why were we just standing there, staring at each other? Why couldn’t I just turn around and walk away? I wish someone speak up. The boy with light brown hair smirked.

“I’m Masayuki,” he said. “This is Michiru and this is Baby Doll.” The girl glared at him, frowning. Oky, but now what?