Kyle stretches and walks around the nearby apartment block until he stumbles upon Apartment 206. Climbing up the staircase, he looks around to see a few people enjoying their time here: an elderly couple strolling down the sidewalk, a group of three kids running in and out of the small laundromat, and a woman in her late 30s calling someone from her porch, sitting in a chair.
Knocking on the door, Kyle--- antsy and ready for the scene to unfold--- watches the door as a feminine voice yells "Coming!" from inside the building.
"Oh, it's you Kyle! Hello!" Opening the door, Daciana sees Kyle standing there. The 16-year-old girl was one of Kyle's classmates in his social science class, her dark blonde hair at shoulder length. She was a tall girl, standing at around 5'11", and was at least in-shape with a small gut, as she was one of the better players in the females soccer team at his school. Currently, she was wearing some magenta flip-flops, baggy black shorts that reach her knees, and a baggy pink t-shirt with a graphic of the trophy won at the Gold Cup on it. "What brings you here?"
Kyle looks up at the girl, a little flustered to be outmatched in height. If he wasn't committed to a relationship, he knows that his heart would guide him to try anything to stay with this woman. "Uh... well I found something interesting to show you."
"Really?" asked the blonde curiously. "What is it? Is it about our psychology class?"
Kyle looks at the peaceful aura of the apartment complex's plaza, his mind racing on whether he should do this outside and cause the scene to change, or simply ask to enter and do it in her apartment. Eventually, his heart gets the better of him, and he looks at Daciana. "Well, it's best if we talked about it inside. It's a bit crazy; to put it kind of bluntly, it'll change everything about..." He looked on her shirt, remembering the sport they both played. "...It'll change everything about how you play soccer! I think I have a new way to up the strength of a kick."
Daciana smiles, quickly looking behind her before looking back down at Kyle. "Hmm... well my parents aren't home yet from work..." She mutters to herself about responsibilities and consequences before looking at Kyle once more. "Could you handle two younger siblings? My younger brother and sister are a bit rambunctious."
Kyle nodded eagerly as his blue eyes met hers. "Yeah, I'm used to siblings being annoying: don't worry!" he jokes, eliciting a small chuckle from Daciana. "Alright then, come in! Hurry, before any mosquitoes get in!"
As Kyle followed Daciana into her apartment, he felt a wave of heat crash against his face. "Sorry... the AC is still broken. We've been waiting for the mechanic to fix it for 2 weeks. It's bearable, though." As Kyle looks down a hallway--- presumably where the bedrooms are--- two younger siblings rush out chasing each other. "Yetta! Anatolie! Stop that, you'll break something."
Yetta--- a light blonde--- was 12 years old, being chased by Anatolie---a brown haired boy--- who was a year senior. Yetta wore a well-fitting yellow shirt and some gray shorts, whilst Anatolie ran with his white socks, sweatpants, and blue, sleeveless shirt. "Sorry, sis...!" said Yetta, who looked at Kyle. "Who's this?"
"A friend of mine in a history class: he said something about helping me in soccer."
"Ooh, could he maybe help me in my weightlifting class?!" blurted out Anatolie.
"Please, as if you could lift a barbell bar!" replied Yetta, who was given a quick glare by Daciana.
The dark blonde girl spoke to the two to tell them to play in the living room and not break anything, before she escorted Kyle to her room, shutting it softly. "Sorry... my siblings are exercise nuts. I guess it runs in the family, since my father used to be a professional bodybuilder back home before he married mother. Anyways... what did you want to tell me?"
Kyle gulped as he looked up at the girl, before regaining his bearings and speaking. "This is gonna sound crazy..." He pauses briefly before continuing. "...Some old lady gave me the ability to kiss someone and make them stronger."
Daciana chuckles. "Are you sure she wasn't playing a trick on you?"
"I swear it! She disappeared!"
Daciana giggles once more, sighing as she puts out her hand. "Fine, I'll humor you. Go ahead, kiss me."
What does Kyle do next?
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