My novel is based off what happened to me in real life. Yesterday, me and my partner Kenny were wondering what would have happened if things turned out differently. So, here's what we came up with:
The frisbee brushed past Kenny's fingers flying far off down the beige cobblestone path of the park. "Uncle Kenny!" Lenny, Kenny's nephew whined behind him as he ran.
"I'm getting it!" Kenny chuckled back. He stopped in his tracks, his joints frozen and his head empty - clearing forgetting what it was he was running. "Whoa." he gasped softly to himself, stumbling as he leaned on a tree he imagined to be beside him. Wasn't he the most stunning thing Kenny had ever seen? He looked so..delicate like he'd shatter if a gust of wind was a little too strong, his skin porcelain white and his straw-berry blonde hair catching the sun and glowing in rose gold as he was absorbed with the book on his knee. Th frisbee. Kenny cringed, spotting it laying contently under the bench. After careful thinking, he sneaked far round the radius of the area, planning to reach it from the back and not disturb his muse. Sweat beaded on his forhead as he reached, straining his arm with his tongue stuck out in concentration. "OH!" he jumped. Those eyes. Emerald greens that scanned him inside out. And those lips, pinker and fuller than any he had ever seen. And just a few centimeters away from his face. He licked his lips and gulped as he stepped back. "Sorry." he managed as he backed away with a clumsy smile. "Frisbee." he pointed sheepishly.
"It's good" the stranger nodded with a smile. His Slavic accent! It was music in Kenny's ear. His voice so deep and clear. From how thick it was, he had moved to England rather recently.
"UNCLE KENNY!!" Lenny called.
"Coming!" and he threw the disc into a tree.
