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It was a boring day in Oakville. Most the chores were already done since the oakvilians were a productive bunch. Then we cut to Henry Oak. He's a 16 year old boy who's wandering around the boundaries of Oakville. Henry was looking around for something to do. His dad had kicked him out the house or temple or Whatever you want to call it. Henry was alone in this large forest. He didn't have any friends, despite the large population of oakvilians which were all related to him. He didn't quite get along with any of them. Sure, everyone was a bit more nicer to him. But only because his father, Barry Oak, was practically the Oakvilians's god. He created Oakville and made it a safe zone where no one could purposely hurt each other. But there was things that always bug Henry about his father. Mostly the fact that he has gotten ignored a lot. But that's not what matters right now! Right now he was just trying to find a quiet place, free of anyone or anything. A small empty space where he can be alone with his own thoughts. Turns out that was a lot harder to find that he first thought it would. As he ventured around the weird forest of what always seems to be one Pretty tree Copy and pasted Hundred of times as it took to make a forest Medium in size. But he stopped dead In his tracts. He heard the faint sound of a guitar playing some notes.
As he followed the sweet melody he tripped and stumbled to the ground ripping his pants and scraping his knee
"Oh Fudge! These where new pants...." He winched slightly at the stinging pain of his scrapped knee then he heard a unfamiliar voice above him.
"Ooo yeah that seems like a pretty bad scrap you got yourself there mate" the voice said. Henry quickly turned around to see the source of the Voice and maybe also the music from before. He was a Tall lanky kid, a black guitar in tow who was covered in small scraps and scars as if he was the type to get into trouble and hurt himself by like falling out a tree and whatnot. "Goose-ie's my name, At your service." And he holds out a hand to help Henry up from the ground. Which he does take. After he stands up and brushes off the leaves and dirt from his pants.
"Hello umm I'm Henry Oak... Nice to meet you?" Henry says. Holding out a handshake like someone else he would meet in the far future. Being relived that this Goose-ie kid shakes his hand back.
"Nice to meetcha too. Where ya from Hen?" The small nickname was nothing special since his dad would sometimes call him that, maybe even his mother would too on her better days, but hearing it from this complete stranger somehow made something foreign bubble up deep inside of Henry, something he had never felt before but just pushed it down. It was surely nothing.... Right?
"O-oh well I'm umm.. I'm from Oakville. And um you're from?"
(... When the Writer forgets how to spell an important place and character and it to lazy to look it up..... We just improvise Babyyyy)
"Wow well lucky for ya" Goosey points to himself proudly. "I'm actually from the suburbs right outside that place, so hey maybe we'll run into each other again" he smiles boldly at the other person,
"Um yeah maybe..." Henry's eyes wander the other person and sees the guitar ".... W-were you the one playing that earlier?" He points to the guitar, Simi-familiar with the instrument.
"Mhmm! I was just practicing some songs" Goose-ie smiles softly at the flustered Druid, "wanna hear this one song I'm practicing?" The young blonde just nods slowly as he and his new and only friend sit in the soft plush grass, then the bard starts playing the string instrument. A wonderful melody filled his ears, feeling as if he was slightly charmed. (Hahaha dnd spell reference. All my friends totally like me) After a couple minutes later, Henry just looks at Goosey, absolutely star struck at the pure skill he had just witnessed,
"That was...... Amazing, I've never heard music like that before" He looks up at Goose-ie amazed
"Well it's not finished and nowhere near to where I want it to be but I'm glad you liked it" He chuckles softly and smiles
"It was just-" before Henry could finish talking he's cut off by the sound of his mother all the way from the temple calling him for dinner. "Oh um I gotta go... See you later?" Henry looked up at his new friend.
"Yeah see ya later Hen" and he winks at the blonde, making him stand and quickly turn away to hide how flustered he was and left.
"God why am I so embarrassing..." Henry mumbled to him self while walking back to Oakville. "I hope he doesn't think I'm weird...." He just stares down at the ground, looking at his scraped knees and his newly ripped pants. ".... Maybe I can see him tomorrow"