She was 16; he was 18.

It's another start of a high school year and this year, it's finally her turn.

She took one final look at herself in the mirror; letting out a long breath then smiled brightly. Today is the day.

"Bye mom!"

That's Nayeon, the girl of this story.

She had left the house earlier that day; the first day of her first year of high school. And she would have never expected that this would be the day a special person enters her life.

It was a totally new route to school for her and while she was walking, she couldn't help but feel the excitement building. She's been looking forward to this day since her previous graduation from middle school. However, there seemed to be also some fear and worry creeping in the midst of her excitement.

What if, she can't really fit in?

What if, she becomes an outcast? She's been told that she's a little too straightforward and loud sometimes.

And what if-

A swoosh of wind interrupted her thoughts. She stood still, a little surprised. What happened, did she almost get knocked down on her first day of high school?

Really, God? 

She managed to get over her surprise and looked up to check on the situation. Right at that moment, her gaze fell onto a male on his skateboard; a male wearing the same uniform as her.

She assumed that he was the reason for her surprise. But at that moment, she could care less about that, for her gaze had never once left the moving figure on his skateboard until he's totally out of sight.

"That was the first time I met him"

He was 18; she was 16.

She's so loud.

That was his first thought as his gaze stayed fixated on that particular girl. Her laughter was loud, she's too sociable and she talks a lot too. But those are also the reasons why his attention kept going back to her.

It's been two weeks since the start of the year and most of the first years had chosen the clubs they wanted to join.

Today is the orientation day for the Dance Club.

"Mark."

He looked away from the group of first years and to his friend, Jackson, raising an eyebrow at him. As if it's a silent 'what?'

"You're just going to sit here?"

"Yes."

"Well, too bad." Jackson gave Mark a playful shrug. "It seems like all seniors have to help the first years. Do not try to escape alone."

Mark let out a quiet sigh and jumped off the table, turning back to look at his friend again.

"So, who's my tutee?" He half joked, turning to face Jackson who responded with a slight wave towards the first year group. Mark kept his gaze on the figure that's walking towards them, silently cursing at his own luck.

How is he going to handle a talkative lady like her?

"Hello, I'm Nayeon."

He managed to put on a small smile in reply to her self-introduction.

And that, was their first conversation. The start of a friendship that may have seemed impossible at the beginning, but God tends to like playing with the possibilities of destiny.

Their friendship, became a very special one.