CanadaxShy!Reader Invisible Together Part 1

It was the first day of high school, and I couldn't be more nervous. All through elementary and middle school, I was barely noticed by others because of how soft-spoken I am. Sure, I was at the top of my class, but that was the only thing I received attention from. To make matters worse, the school jock Alfred was always teasing me because I would always be found studying, or reading. So I guess it's pretty reasonable that I was nervous to even begin my high school career. It was about an hour before school would start* when I was standing outside the gates. No one was in sight, at least almost no one. There was a single boy that reminded me of Alfred, but at the same time I could tell there was something different. He seemed more withdrawn and quiet, almost shy. Before I knew what was happening, I was standing in front of him. He looked up with surprise coating his features before he whispered, "H-hello." I smiled.


~~~Canada P.O.V.~~~


"H-hello," I said barely above a whisper. The girl who had approached me smiled before extending her hand.


"H-hi, I'm (F-f/n) (L/n). M-may I s-sit with you?" She appeared to be stumbling over her words, as if she almost never spoke, which I found hard to believe considering how beautiful she is, and I blushed at the thought, thinking 'I only just met the girl, I shouldn't be thinking like this.'


I turned my attention back to (F/n) before I managed to stutter out, "O-of c-course. M-my name's Matthew W-Williams b-by the w-way." I cursed my stutter before I turned back to her and saw her smile widen, her (e/c) eyes sparkling in the sunrise, before she sat down.


We sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, when it was only about a few minutes, before I finally worked up the courage to ask, "S-so why d-did y-you want to s-sit with m-me?"


She turned to me and said, "Y-you l-looked lonely, a-and I thought y-you might want s-some company." Her stutter became less prevalent as she continued, "I-I couldn't h-help but notice how you were without a f-friend, and I thought that it m-might be nice if you had someone to talk to." Her eyes fell as she finished, muttering so quietly I had to lean in to hear what she said, "I-it's not fun being i-invisible, and I t-think you shouldn't have to be alone."


And then she started crying, clenching her hands in frustration, before I grabbed them to both her an my surprise, saying, "M-maybe w-we could b-be invisible t-together."


She looked up, tears staining her (s/t) cheeks before a small smile made it's way to her face and she said, "I-I would l-love that M-Mattie."


I could tell this would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.