Day to day and an omen for things to come Pt.1

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Perla was getting bored. It had been a few weeks since her brother had left and she was hanging out with her friends. Things have gotten mundane without him. There was nothing sort of real conflict or times when she felt challenged since it was her brother that usually got on her nerves whenever he was teaching her or when they were playing games. Their house was felt so empty now without him.

She felt empty without her brother. The very same brother that she detested whenever he forced her to do work when she wanted to go out. And while she did have someone that she fancied, she didn't know if he could bring her the same kind of excitement that her brother did. Hell, he might not even say yes if she confessed.

As the weeks continued she once again went out with her friends to one of their usual hotspots. A dinner that they usually visited.

"What that cant be! You've got to be kidding me. What do you see in that juice delivery boy, anyway?" Question one of her friends that wore a beret.

The juice boy in question was tall, taller than most boys his age as he was above-average in height. He had porcelain white skin, snow-white hair and light blue eyes. He wore a purple shirt with eight small, golden triangular buttons going down the front of it, four on each side. The sleeves of the shirt were a much lighter purple and ended with fur cuffs. His trousers were the same shade of purple as his shirt and had golden guards above and below his knees.

All in all, he was quite the looker, and the fact that he could pull off an almost full purple look helped with that, even his shoes were purple. If he and her brother met then Perla knew that they would become best friends.

"I'm going to faint! Look at those legs, they look like they go on forever...and that skin...so hot!" Her other friend, a redhead, said.

Perla was a little weirded out at what her friend said and she wondered if this was one of those `foot fetish` people. Wait, would that even be considered a foot fetish or would it be considered a leg fetish, perhaps both?

As she was thinking about that she didn't notice that her bag had just been stolen and that a middle-aged man that done it. Her redheaded friend, on the other hand, did.

"Hey! Stop him! Stop that man!" She yelled but unfortunately for them, the man was almost near the door.

The man had started to run once he heard her and as he was running past the dinner window someone had thrown a can at the window, cracking the glass and stopping the thief in his tracks.

The thief snickered for a second before another can hit the previous one, pushing it through, shattering a large portion of the window and hitting the thief, knocking him out.

Perla and her friends had already gotten up to try and chase after him but since the man was already taken care of they just went to get her bag. Perla however, stayed back to thank whoever threw the cans.

She was a little shocked to see that the juice boy was the one to do so but wasn't too surprised that he help, she was more surprised that he had the power and accuracy to do that not once but twice.

"Shit! I broke the dinner's window, I'm going to get fired for this job and my school doesn't even allow students to work." The young man was currently freaking out at the prospect of being fired, it seemed that this job was really important to him and anyone with any sort of mind would see that.

"Um, thank you, that man stole my bag and, well, without you I don't think I would have gotten it back. So ill tell them that he was the one that broke the window." Perla told him, and he was a little shocked at the kind gesture.

"Wait, really? For real?"

"Of course, just hurry up and go before anyone else realises that it was you who did that." Perla said nonchalantly.

As the young man ran to the back he stopped and turned to look at her.

"Oh yeah, by the way, my name's Wes but most people call me Weather, I guess ill see you again sometime."