Mischievous

"Who are you?"

He turned to see me. "I knew you'd come. Is this your phone?" he said totally ignoring my question, then he showed me my phone— he's holding it.

He has those gorgeous Serene eyes, a cute pink lips, and a perfect nose. Is there any possibility of putting someone in jail just because of adoring a kid? there ain't no such thing. This boy really deserves a compliment. No one Knows about the future right? maybe if I know him, I'll be able to meet him in the future too.

I nodded as an answer.

I attempt to get my phone in his tiny hands but he immediately raised his hands to keep my phone away from me. I look up to see what he's up to.

Ohh good! I really hate it when someone is trying to piss me off.

I draw near him and tried to reach my phone but he's taller than me. It's a waste of effort. "What are you doing? give it back to me, its mine!" I said. This boy is cute but he's so annoying!

He didn't hear a word. He keep on keeping my phone away from me. "This phone look so out-of-date..." He said after taking a look at my phone.

Yeah, it does look old. But I kinda like it.

"Its none of your business, Just give it to me... Please." I pleaded-- one of the kids' magic word hehe.

He smiled and finally he took down his right hand where my phone is. "Here you go. You need to learn more about the magic words, kiddy." He genuinely smiled at me. Kiddy, my ass.

"How dare you call me a kiddy! you're a kid too. You're just simply taller than me." I said sounding mad. Oh god! I can't even speak a proper word at this age.

"Don't be mad, Windy Sarmiento, you'll grow taller as long as the time won't stop." he then smiled naughtily.

My eyes grow wide when I heard him cited my name. "How did you know me?"

"Well, I found your phone in that bucket..." he pointed me the pink bucket that I used to make a sand castle.

"Okay? so, tell me how did you really know my name!" I demanded.

He breathe heavily as if I was asking him a very hard favor. "Your name was written on this bucket." He said after he picked up the bucket, then he show me the name on it. He's right! my name is written on the back part of the bucket. It's not my bucket though. Mayhaps Jasmine wrote my name on it.

"Ohhh."

My presumptions are wrong. I thought he knows me because he's someone like me— a time traveler. Or am I?

Well, I did go back in time. But this is not how it goes on tv shows. I've watched some movies about time traveling before, but they have the ability to control on which time they would go. Either past or future. Not like me— so confused on what's happening, or does this things really happened to me back then?

"By the way, I'm Javed. I was just wandering around then, I saw your not-so-shiny phone." He said, smiling.

I nodded. I don't think I still have to introduce my name, since he already know it.

How come he's allowed to walk and wander around without having someone to look after him? He's a kid too.

"I've never met a kid as quiet as you."

I wince at his sudden statement. He's not yet done with the word 'kid'?

"I'm Nineteen." I said it with a low voice. I don't know if he even heard it. I don't care.

"I know." It was low as well, but I heard it. I'm sure of what I hear. I'm not deaf.

I instantly lock my gaze on him. "You know that I'm Nineteen? How?" My cute six year old voice sounded so desperate at the moment.

His brows shut up, and I didn't see any surprise in his eyes! He's not even wondering about my ravel question! He probably know something.

He opened his mouth and said, "Your mom is waiting for you..." He pointed my mother who's standing under one of the coconut tree. She waved at me. I smiled.

I turned to see him. "Look, I barely know you and I'm not sure if you—" he cut me off.

"If you're not sure, don't mind it." The guy said mockingly.

"I'm not done with my words yet!"

"You're annoyed?"

Seriously? Wasn't it obvious?

"You know what —"

He cut me off again!

"I know everything." He said proudly.

Okay. I badly want to know if this boy know something about what is happening with my life right now.

"Can you at least let me finish my words?!" I said, a bit irritated. I'm having a hard time making a words come out from my mouth in a way it needed to be perceive!

Stop making my life miserable as it was already! Please, help me.

"Okay I won't make this hard for you, kiddy..." He said. "I saw how you hardly speak a word. Even your 'R' is stated as 'Al'." He laughed loudly.

Kids are supposed to be cute in any circumstances, but this kid in front of me is absolutely indigestive!

I love the mischievous type of person, but I hate it when 'they're' being 'them' at my desperate moment. That moment when what you only want is an answer then again, they'd just give you a teases.