CHAPTER 010.
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Ugh.

F*ck. My. Life.

Knowing that this tiring aimless walk has taken a toll on your body, you finally decide to stop and give yourself a break.You take a seat on the side walk. Lifting one hand, you wipe the sweat off your temples. Your eyes naturally squinting a bit as you happen to take in the sunrays for a moment.

Anyways, if you're wondering on what's happening right now in the story, then allow me to give you the recap.

Right after you left that extravagant residence, you made yourself walk for several miles.

You didn't stop—not even once. Even when the sun was scorching hot, you proceeded on. Somehow, you seemed to be in a hurry. Every step was hasty and resilient. Your face held a tired yet grave expression.

Apparently your book persona's acting like that because they were experiencing paranoia. You have made those actions as an attempt to widen the distance between you and those two celebrities.

Just to serve as a reassurance for yourself.

At least, for a bit.

After all you still have to be cautious when there is still that f*ck luck on you. Something might just happen, and you only want to prepare yourself for the worst.

Anyways,

You are beyond exhausted and hungry.

Your tummy, growling for the nth with your cheeks then flushing from the shame. You terribly feel regrets for not taking the opportunity to eat before you go. You sigh and you continue to look at the empty road before you with a sad expression.

And now, you feel lonely as well.

Where in the world did Luck go?

Don't get it wrong.. you still resent him for vanishing on you again. However, the feeling is not that serious... you can still forgive him for that disappearing act. What you only despise the most about him is that he keeps making oaths when he clearly won't commit to it.

Protect me, my ass.

He can't even accompany me when Star is talking to me earlier and last night.

But ugh..

While the creature can be so annoying, his presence still does help alleviate the loneliness you feel.. So you can't help but slightly miss him.

Though... of course, you still prefer Luck with his mouth shut tight. You do not want your mind to be bomboarded by stress just like earlier.

Your face crinkles, feeling irked for a second.. But fades into a gloomy expression when you sense your stomach growling again. A sigh. You place your hands on it then gently rub it over as if you're trying to coax it to shut up from whining.

At that exact time, a young kiddo happens to be skipping towards her direction. In his hand is a potato chip. A grin painted on his adorable innocent face, but it falters as the female comes into view.

Hands on her stomach; she is preggy?

The little boy squints his green eyes.

But she looks sad...

Oh no.

If she's sad; he can't leave her like that.

He thoughtfully nods to himself.

Glancing down at his chips; his green eyes sparkle as he suddenly has an idea. Maybe he can share his chips with her. Food always never fail to make him happy, so this... maybe this can make her happy too.

Besides, sharing is caring!

Everyone always appreciated it when he shares his food to them. Oh— his face crumples for a second. Actually.. not everyone. He blinks his eyes at his food then shakes that sudden thought away.

He then smiles again.

Happily, the boy skips towards you.

"Want some?!" he cheekily grins.

You snap out of your thoughts at the sudden voice beside you, nearly jolting from your position. Tilting your head to the left, you perceive a little boy staring down at your pitiful self.

You were quite stunned, so you just gape up at him for a very long while. From your dumb-founded reaction, that happy expression of his eventually turns into a confused one. He tries to offer the potato chips to you again— this time, shoving it closer to your face.

"Want some?" he asks again.

You blink your eyes. This time, you also notice the food that he has been offering you. Your (E/C) eyes widen as you never expected for someone to share you their food. Your stomach makes a loud sound that very second as if growling a happy yes.

Your face is instantly dusted with a blush.

"A-are you sure?"

The kid nods at your shy inquiry, laughing. His beautiful blonde curls bouncing as he does. "Of course!" he gladly exclaims; olive green eyes sparkling in mirth as he hands the food to the shocked girl.

Damn... you don't really like kids..

But this little boy...

...He seems kind.

You shyly accept the food, mumbling your gratitude. He cheerfully says back the welcome words. Taking a piece then shoving it to your mouth, you feel the kid sit beside you. You pay no attention to him as you continue eating his chips.

Watching you eat, Oleaf somehow regrets giving all his snacks away. Maybe he shouldn't have given everything. You notice his stares though after a little while. You stop eating as the shame hits you.

Oh, crap.

I really did try to eat everything in front of him.

"H—here, take some—" Trying to fix your mistake, you offer him back his chips; but the little kid quickly waves that off. "I'm fine, Auntie. It's clear that you're hungry— you should finish it yourself."

Auntie?

You suddenly get flustered, hearing the kid call you that. Do you really look that old?! "Do—don't call me Auntie please. I'm still 20. Just call me (Y/N)." You laugh as his eyes widen in surprise.

"My brother is 20 too!" Oleaf blurts out in delight.

"I see..." You awkwardly smile back.

"Anyways, you sure you don't want some?" You ask, but he declines it again with a sweet smile.

Still, you were hesitant to eat everything, so you were so adamant to share the food with him. In the end you guys end up sharing it. You soon end up chatting.

Oleaf isn't actually supposed to engage himself with you in a conversation as you're clearly a stranger— but since he knows your name already, it's probably fine. Plus you look like a kind auntie!

"So Oleaf is your name?"

The kid bubbly nods.

You can't help but smile at such a lively reaction. "Wow, so cute! Really an interesting name. It kinda reminds me of Olaf from Frozen."

The young boy pouts, suddenly appearing displeased by your words. "I'm not a snowman!" he cried out, entirely failing to grasp your words.

You blink your eyes.

What the fuck?! Why is he so cute!

You laugh. "Of course not!"

You shuffle his blonde hair—the tips of his ears turning red as you do, flustered by your gesture. The boy looks away and snatches a chip to eat. He puffs his cheeks out, mustering courage. "Wanna be friends with me, Auntie (Y/N)?" he asks, murmuring in a shy tone.

"Huh?"

Your eyes widen.

You were so taken aback by the question; you disregard his label for you.

"Cause I find you so cool, Auntie (Y/N)!!!"

Oleaf loudly stammers; green eyes sparkling as he stares at you. He does really really want to be friends with you. After conversing with you, he can't help but find you so chill and cool. He had never encountered someone who ran from their house before.

You almost spit the food you're chewing.

This kid finds me cool?!

"Why would you find me cool?!!" You swallow the foodbefore directly staring into those olive green eyes. Oleaf rubs the back of his neck as he averts his gaze away. Yet he still murmurs his reply.

"I can't run away from my house even if I wanted to, but you—you—" You give Oleaf a death stare. What in the world is he saying?!

"Are you telling me you want to leave your house?!"

"I want to." Oleaf pouts.

You're not really pleased with his reply, but the little kid proceeds on. Somehow he's comfortable enough to open to you. "Brother.. hates me so much because our parents love me more than him."

"Your brother hates you?" you exclaim, a bit surprised.

"My sister hates me too! Actually, it's one of the reasons why I left home... Minus the part where my parents love me. They do not." A sigh escape your lips. "I mean, they don't really hate me nor do they love me. I am just there for them to raise and educate."

Oleaf turns to you; his gaze full of curiosity.

You laugh your bitterness away. "It is fine. I'm alright! I mean, I don't really care about them too. So yeah, that's nothing really. I just left home because of that sister of mine."
You glance away... focusing your dull gaze to the empty road. Then you exhale a puff of air as you can't help but recall your painful memories with your sister.

Gosh, I hate her...

Ugh,why am I even reliving those memories?

You sigh again.

"But still though... that does not sound a good reason for your brother to hate you, " you tell to the little boy; your brows furrowed as you gaze down at your lap.

"Just because your parents like you more? Well you're so cute! I could not blame them. Though.. I doubt that your brother didn't fall for your charms too!"

Oleaf blushes a bit.

But he bites his lips soon after as if guilty.

"It's because whenever we fight... even when I'm the one who is at fault.. our parents would always choose to side with me."

His green eyes start to get teary as he continues with his explanation. His voice becoming smaller and smaller as the guilt he has consumes him further. "... And I— I just stay quiet about it."

You pat him in the shoulder as if to comfort.

"It's okay. It's okay," you gently tell him, "Even I would stay quiet if I were you."

You grant him a kind smile, but then it slightly falters as something dawns on you. You realize that his situation's almost similar to yours. No, it's not him, but his brother. Both of you are the unwanted ones...

Your heart throbs.

"But your parents... They shouldn't always side with you. It's still wrong and unfair for your brother. To be always viewed as the bad one. I can understand where his hatred is coming from..." your voice trails off.

The tears stream down his eyes.

Of course his brother would hate him.

He stayed quiet.

Always.

Your body jolts as you perceive the little child beginning to cry. You panic as you didn't really plan to make Oleaf sob more. You place your hands on his cheeks, wiping it as you try to assure his guiltstricken heart that it's not all his fault, and everything can still be fixed.

"If that happened again, you can admit your fault, Oleaf. Tell your parents that it's your fault and not your brother. I'm sure he'll appreciate it if you did that."

He peers up at you with puffy eyes.

"I really want to leave home, Auntie (Y/N)... If I did run away, can I go with you?" he asks, sniffing.

You of course lightly shakes your head.

Of course not. You can't support Oleaf's idea.

I don't want him to turn out like me— like homeless and pathetic. You hold him both by the arms as you intently stares at him. "No!"

"And don't ever bother think about doing it!! Look what happened to me." you frown at him as you compel Oleaf to carefully scan your pathetic self. "I couldn't even feed myself."
"And you.. yourself.. are still a kid, Oleaf. You still need your parents to survive."

Oleaf pouts. "I can manage it."

"No, you can't," you retort with a shake of a head.
Crumpling the wrapper of the potato chip in your hands, you place it inside the pocket of your grey backpack for the meantime as you plan to throw it later.

"And Oleaf, the idea may sound cool; but it isn't really."
You stand up from your seat, and Oleaf excitedly copies you. He still has a pout on his adorable face as he grants you an expectant gaze. You stare back— Hands on your pocket; you sigh.

"You should go now.. Your parents might be worried for you." You tell him, trying to shrug his presence off now; but when he doesn't move from his place, you decide to leave yourself.

Offering him a light grin, you voice your farewells. You are about to leave when Oleaf prevents you moving any further.

"Don't leave," he pleads.

Your (E/C)-shaded eyes travels down to his hand that is firmly holding onto the hem of your shirt, then you look up to see his sullen face.

He does not want you to leave, but you cannot stay any more longer. And besides, he has to go too.. He still has his family waiting for him.

You wink.

"Don't worry; we'll still see each other."

Stubborn, Oleaf lets out a huff; but he eventually allows you to leave. Cute, you coo again in your thoughts. The little boy watches your back vanish in a distance. Olive green eyes trailing down to the ground; now he does not really know what to do.

It's now time for him to go home, huh..

His childish face carries a gloom; he starts to go home. Skipping once again, but this time, it is slower than his earlier pace.