Joshua and I rode the train to the bakery.
It was weird.
I've never gone home with a friend.
Wait, no, FUTURE friend.
Still, I'm only used to going home with Cory and his gang, so this felt out of place.
Joshua stretched his arms, then proceeded to ask casually,
"You're not American, huh?"
"You figured it out?"
"You have a different accent."
"I didn't think I did. Mammas is quite clear though."
"It's a nice accent. Italian, I guess?"
"Yeah. Mammas Italian and Pappas English."
"Legit. I'm pure American - well, German descent that is. Do you have any siblings or...?"
"Is this some type of interview?"
Joshua smiled.
"Nah, just wanting to get to know you better."
"Oh cool. I'm an only child. You?"
"Must be nice. I have like, 5 siblings. 2 are my actual siblings, and the other 3 are step."
"I wish I actually had a sibling."
"Don't wish upon it. It's a nightmare."
"Guess I'll take your word for it."
The train had stopped and it was finally our stop. We got off and walked the way to the bakery.
We kept talking with a 2ft difference between us.
"You always lived here?"
"No. I was in Italy until I turned 8."
"Your parents have a good sense of taste. This is a nice village. Once I'm old enough, I hope to move here."
"How come?"
"Reasons..."
"Where do you even live anyways?"
"South from here actually. New York City, y'now?"
I guess mamma was right. Someone as rich as him must live somewhere...well, rich.
"Really?"
"Nah. I was just bragging. I live near the school. The shop is in New York City though."
Mamma was still half right though.
"Ah. Okay. I've been wondering... what's with your hair? Are you naturally ginger? How is it spiky? Why do you like it like that?"
His hair was ginger and in spikes going up. It was the first I've seen of such a hairstyle.
"Ah this? After hair dye was invented 3 years ago, I spent all my money just to have a ginger dye. And, I made these spikes using oil. Pretty neat huh?"
"Why though, not how."
"Oh, sorry. I got excited. I just wanted to look different from everyone. Not the normal black hair and bowl cut. Ew."
It was kinda offensive since I had a bowl-cut type hairstyle. He must've noticed this because he then proceeded by saying,
"W-well, you have blonde wavy hair so it looks nice..."
We stopped speaking until we arrived at the bakery. Joshua had the same expression as Ethel when he saw the entrance.
"Dang. You fixed the entrance in no time."
"We didn't want burglars." I simply said, holding the door open for him to enter."
"Why than-" Joshua didn't finish as he stared inside the bakery, mouth gaping.