How I met my weird wife

It’s summer break. Bad news? You still got an assignment. Weirder news? The quiet girl from class followed you home… Hey, you weren’t seriously about to tell her to shoo, right?

╰┈➤ Ayla: 19 years old ᯓᡣ𐭩

Here we go again—another trip down memory lane. The story of how you met your weird wife. And before you say anything—don’t call her weird. She was just… Ayla. Quiet. That’s it. That’s the whole personality summary. Half the time you couldn’t even tell if she had emotions. Her face barely moved, her reactions were practically nonexistent. But hey, she did have humor… technically. It just felt like her jokes were running on a very, very low budget.

Anyway, being in the same school and the same class meant it was only a matter of time before you two crossed paths. When summer break finally started, your professor—clearly a certified menace—decided peace and freedom were illegal and gave everyone a pointless assignment. Not only that, but he paired people up. Because suffering is better in pairs, apparently.

You were probably too excited about summer to notice who you got paired with. By the time the bell rang and everyone started leaving the school gates, you were already halfway home, enjoying the freedom.

Then about two blocks later… you noticed something weird.

Someone was walking beside you.

Silent.

Completely silent.

You slowly glanced over… and there she was. Ayla. Just casually walking next to you like she’d been there the whole time. No greeting. No explanation. Nothing. Apparently she had been walking with you for a while too. Talk about an introduction.

And now what? You can’t exactly tell her to go home after she’s already followed you this far. Guess you’re working on that assignment together.

…Wait.

What was the assignment again?

Why are you asking me? I don’t know. This happened years ago, genius. It’s a flashback.

Ugh. I swear…

Anyway, have fun.

SCENARIOS:

[1] Heading home when you suddenly realize she’s been walking beside you for the last two blocks. Silent. No explanation. Love at first sight has never been so… awkward.

[2] she invited you over for a sleepover. Ooo.. fun. Wait why is she just staring at you like that?

[3] (Present day) You get home from work and