what is angst ? x

Si! Don't you have a few hundred fanfics tucked under your belt that you need to finish? :P

 

:hug:

 

Uhh...maybe! :lol:

what is angst ? x

 

It just means extreme anxiety really Emma.

Kyra I can't wait to hear it!! :dance:

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

 

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xD-Huwlg2kY]YouTube - Potter Puppet Pals in "Wizard Angst"[/ame]

Muahahahaha. :devil:

 

 

Edit: Okay, that's a really creepy smiley.

 

:laugh3:

haaaa ahh i see x

:p

My next ... and as always, not for minors ;)

 

Counterfeiter

 

 

 

 

The concert is at an end. The last bars of "The Escapist" are still to hear, because I am already looking for my way through the crowd outside.

How happy I would be, still with others remain butterfly confetti pick up, from the roadies a set list begging…

But I have not even time for me to be in the queue for a free CD to get.

Finally arrived outside the stadium, I made a search, in my view, good place and unpack my T-shirts.

In recent weeks, I have almost continuously shirts in the CP design painted. Well, I hope a few of them sell.

I have a guilty conscience, finally I have no license and I also think I cheat the band on their income.

But I need the money urgently to finance my trip to London for the last concert of CP and another possibility I do not haggard.

My shirts are not even all out there already, the first concert visitors to look closer at it, ask about the prices. And after a short time, I have the first shirts sold.

More and more people crowd around my improvised "stand" and the crowd awaken the interest of security.

Oh my God, I will be very bad. What should I do? Everything does not wrap up quickly, this is still too many shirts on the floor. Keep cool and lie, because by my permission I would be lost? This is guaranteed not to work and could worsen this situation. I am also a miserable liar.

So deep breath, shut eyes and through!

"Good evening. Can we please see your state approval? ", says me even one of the two security people.

"Uh, stand permit? Do I have one? I did not know that. ", I reply.

"Of course you need. And probably even an additional license to show them to be allowed to sell merchandise. But they are probably all fake anyway! ", now turns the second into the conversation.

"My T-shirts are not forged," I retort upset. "These are all my own designs!"

"Regardless, you pack everything together and come with us."

What else remains for me? I pack everything together and then ask: "So, what now? Let me just go, please! "

"This is absolutely not in question. Come now, and - no silly tricks! "

The two Security’s take me into their midst, and lead me back to the stadium. I feel like a felon, it lacks only the handcuffs.

We pass the entrance, from which the concert visitors still flock and get down into the so-called "catacombs" of the stadium.

In another situation, I would certainly be interesting premises, but now, I have another in the head.

We run through countless corridors, Roadies crossed our path, look at me curiously. I discover doors where signs sticking like "catering", "CP wardrobe" and "sitting room"...

Before any of these doors, we are stand finally, one of the security officers opened it and leads me into it.

“So, you wait here now! And do not try to escape - well you would not come anyway.”

Woom, the door flies with momentum, the key turns in the lock and I'm alone.

I feel like a predator in his cage, and ceaselessly I wander through the room. My thoughts rollercoaster ride, I have abdominal pain and creates it's just not me to calm down. What if right now the police appear and take me? What they will do with me? Will I get my train the next morning, and can go home?

But this is no mystery, I must simply wait…

After a long wait, it happens to me as if I was already here for hours, suddenly the door opens and I get the shock of my life. Not the police stand in front of me, but the members of CP!

The four are quite acidic, and behind they are gloating grinning the two security people who have brought me here.

"So you're this counterfeiter who has tried in front of the stadium our merchandise items for sale?"; W. take the floor. "What have you really thinking? Everyone knows it, which is punishable by law. "

"Show us trying the stuff." calls G. "Hopefully not a fan was stupid enough to buy cheap copies."

At this moment should be noted that, in my T-shirts is not counterfeit, it would not very clever of me. That's why I opened my bag and silently pick out the shirts. J. looks at some of them, it suddenly shook his head and turns around to Security’s: "Thank you, we need you no more. This thing we clarify itself!" Shoulder jerking the safety people leaves the room.

"C. please come and look at this.", J. begins anew. So far, C. stood in silence and his unbelievable blue eyes are drilled with a raging blaze in mine. "No!" he replied.

“I would not see these shit!“

The other band members look at my shirts now and on their faces suddenly I can see a lot of courtesy.

"Now come on C.", G. tried it again. "These are not copies of our stuff. I would almost say they are better than our own shirts! "

And looking at me: "Did you have the shirts designed and painted?"

"Yes, I have.“ I says and I reciprocate C. defiant eyes. "I have the security people tried to explain that I do not sell pirated copies. That I have approval should stand, I know, but I have done nothing illegal! "

Now at last also C. casts a glance at my shirts. And at a glance, it is not - under any shirt he seems to be enthusiastic!

"Hey, these are really first class. I did not know that our songs so great ideas for some Designs can be! "

The view from his blue eyes is now so much warmer and friendly, he could melt icebergs.

C. looks at the other band members and says: "Okay guys, I clarify it here. If you do not mind?" The 3 grin, shake their heads, say" Bye "and leave the room.

Now I'm alone with C., but not really helping, I am calm.

I can not really explain, but this man seems to be a magical attraction for me to have. His sheer sight evokes thoughts and feelings in me, as I have never before experienced. Any further views from these incredible eyes brings me closer to an inner abyss. If C. still longer so looks at me, will also be the last remainder of my reticence in unbridled lust dissolve.

C. clear one's throat and goes with the tongue on the lips - I have to swallow hard - and asks me: "Am I one of the shirts have?"

"Certainly." I whisper hoarsely. "You can have it all. I do not want it more, I have enough trouble with that! "

"Say no such thing! You'll no longer have anger, I promise you! And I would just like one shirt." replied C. and takes one with "Trouble" lyrics.

In seconds he has his shirt pulled over his head and now he stands with a bare-chested in front of me. He must have just showered, as I only now noticed. His hair is still slightly damp and the smell rises me his shower gel in the nose.

C. wants the shirt from me to pull over, but suddenly stops and looks at me, grinning: "What is? Why you look so?"

He really want an answer? I am at this moment quite convinced that he knows exactly what is in my head. And this situation he not only enjoys - he has deliberately provoked.

This realization shocked me a little - but not enough to not play this game.

Still with a grin on the face, he approaches me and pulls the shirt is off again. "We do not want that it is wrinkled or dirty." C. says and puts the shirt back to the others.

"Where should it be dirty?" I asked him quite innocently, is my excited but not too well hidden.

Without answer takes C. my face in his hands and starts to kiss me. "During the things we will do in the next time." he whispered to me between two kisses in my ear and hence admits the last vestiges of my doubts whether we both want the same thing.

He pulls my shirt from me, includes tenderly caress and kissing my breasts. Me escapes a loud sigh and I have trouble myself from excitement on his feet to hold. C. seems to notice this, because he suddenly lifts me up and carry me to the couch.

In his arms to lie just makes me happier than anything else in the world and I wish this moment would never end.

We lie on the couch and C. further explored my body. His hands seem to be everywhere, his fingertips to paint the contours of my body - it is so wonderful of him to be caressed. His lips touch my neck, his tongue playing with my earlobes before finally C. gently bites in them.

I am now absolutely accepts, give myself C. completely, and can think of nothing else. His sex appeal is so great for me, I have nothing to oppose. And I'm sure - C. is fully aware of!

Meanwhile, we are both so heated up that we have this kissing and stroking no longer enough and we still wears the latest clothes to get rid of annoying want. It takes only seconds and we both are completely naked.

I pulls C. on me and it finally feel deep inside me. We both moan with enthusiasm at finally getting what we have awaited. Our bodies are moving in line, ever faster…

C. begins to sweat - the shower if he can save itself - and now we are literally stuck together. Together we are now at the climax and scream before relief, when we finally reach our goal.

A few minutes, we still remain subject to successive, then dissolves C. of me stands up and begins to put on. In between, he goes away my clothes, and so we are a short time later "properly" over.

C. smiles at me: "Forget about your T-shirts not. Only one, please do not, I would really like to keep it, if I may? "

"Of course." I reply. "I give it to you. Maybe you wear it sometime and think of me. "

"Oh, I certainly think even without the shirt on you." contends he and gives me a business card. "This is the address of our hotel. I have it back a few lines, so you can enter. I would be happy to meet you tomorrow at 10am, with the other band members and our Merchandise Manager - I'm sure we did a good job for you! "

Kiss me once again, turns around and goes and leaves me completely perplexed stand ...

 

 

Thanks Kirsten for the Idea :)

I have to admit that I am only responsible for the very start of the story, and Nicole herself was serving the idea because of all the designs for shirts she made.

 

I can't be held responsible for the steamy and horny stuff at the end of the story :P :laugh3:

:laugh3:

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

 

 

OMFG I LOVE POTTER PUPPET PALS! :o

 

Especially the Bothering Snape one. :D

thanks brooke :D

 

hah hah. here it is guys....

My Golden Opportunity

Chapter 2

 

 

Chris PoV

 

I had been coming back to this exact spot every day for a week. And then walked around to find other ponds with ducks. At different times during the day. I still saw no sign of her. Or Chase. God, was I this pathetic? Makayla was great. Really, she was. Its just…..after that day with Stephanie….I don’t know. Makayla just didn’t seem appealing anymore. I can’t figure out why. It feels like she can’t even compare with Stephanie. But I don’t even know Stephanie. I spent what? 15 minutes with her? 20 tops. Yet, I feel like I already know her. Ugh, this is so confusing. I really have no idea what I’m doing here looking for her. Or thinking about her. But I don’t want to stop.

 

So I did what I always do when I have this feeling of confusion: went straight back to my apartment. I already felt a song coming on.

 

 

Its really short :P

 

LOVE it!! :wacky:!!

 

MORE MORE MORE!!! :lol:

I AGREE! ^^^

New Story Alert!

 

L I B E R A T I O N

CHAPTER 1

 

The whole story is Guy's point of view.

Um...rating...? Maybe PG-13-ish.

I hope you enjoy. ;)

 

 

 

I was first aware of a faint ringing in my ears. Then I could pick out the smell of smoke, followed by distant memories of taking a drive through the outskirts of London. Jonny had been with me.

 

“Jon...” I muttered, trying to twist around in my seat. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded muffled and weak. I winced in pain, gasping as I tried to reach him. “J-Jon!” He wasn’t going to answer me, and I think I knew it. I groaned desperately, praying for him to wake up. “God, please...please...” I whispered.

 

I blinked as my vision began to adjust to my surroundings. Something was dripping along the side of my head, and I couldn’t figure out what it was. When I moved my arm to investigate, a sharp pain shot through my radius. I trembled, glancing down. My arm was covered in oily, dark liquid. I shook violently and took a glance in the rearview mirror. As far as I could tell, my face was ashen. I realized that my arm was covered in blood, and I was pretty sure it was mine. Glass, like chips of ice, covered the floor at my feet. I slid my foot off the brake pedal cautiously, having no idea what I was supposed to do next. The only other car crash I’d ever been in was when I was sixteen--I’d run into my neighbor’s tree.

 

“Jonny!” I tried again. I reached over with my other hand, and I didn’t feel any pain. But when I finally got a good look at my friend, my stomach clenched in terror. “Fuck, no...no, Jonny...” The whole right side of his face was painted red. “Man, wake up!” I sobbed, gripping his sleeve with all the strength I could muster. “Wake up!” But he wouldn’t listen. My eyes drifted slowly to his chest, and it looked as if something was pinning him down, but I couldn’t quite tell. My head was pounding, and my vision was blurring fast. I shuddered, a sudden nauseous feeling rising in my stomach. Please let someone find us.

“Sir!” A new, distinctly feminine voice drifted in to my right. I turned and blinked up into the night, only to see a sweet-looking paramedic leaning into the window. Artificial light fell around her face like a halo, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit safer with her there. Then it dawned on me. An EMT! That meant an ambulance, which meant we were going to get out of there. “This one looks alright, George...go around to the other side. Where the fuck are the jaws?” She turned back to me. “What’s your name?”

 

I blinked. I could barely hold onto what little consciousness I had left; too much blood had been lost. Finally, I managed to swallow enough to wet my throat. “G-Guy.” I let my eyes wander back to my friend. “Help him; I think he’s hurt...”

 

“We will, Guy, we will. Are you hurt?” she asked. But I couldn’t answer; I was already unconscious.

 

 

Kyra that's wonderful!! :D:D

:clap:!!!!

L I B E R A T I O N

CHAPTER 1

 

The whole story is Guy's point of view.

Um...rating...? Maybe PG-13-ish.

I hope you enjoy. ;)

 

 

 

I was first aware of a faint ringing in my ears. Then I could pick out the smell of smoke, followed by distant memories of taking a drive through the outskirts of London. Jonny had been with me.

 

“Jon...” I muttered, trying to twist around in my seat. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded muffled and weak. I winced in pain, gasping as I tried to reach him. “J-Jon!” He wasn’t going to answer me, and I think I knew it. I groaned desperately, praying for him to wake up. “God, please...please...” I whispered.

 

I blinked as my vision began to adjust to my surroundings. Something was dripping along the side of my head, and I couldn’t figure out what it was. When I moved my arm to investigate, a sharp pain shot through my radius. I trembled, glancing down. My arm was covered in oily, dark liquid. I shook violently and took a glance in the rearview mirror. As far as I could tell, my face was ashen. I realized that my arm was covered in blood, and I was pretty sure it was mine. Glass, like chips of ice, covered the floor at my feet. I slid my foot off the brake pedal cautiously, having no idea what I was supposed to do next. The only other car crash I’d ever been in was when I was sixteen--I’d run into my neighbor’s tree.

 

“Jonny!” I tried again. I reached over with my other hand, and I didn’t feel any pain. But when I finally got a good look at my friend, my stomach clenched in terror. “Fuck, no...no, Jonny...” The whole right side of his face was painted red. “Man, wake up!” I sobbed, gripping his sleeve with all the strength I could muster. “Wake up!” But he wouldn’t listen. My eyes drifted slowly to his chest, and it looked as if something was pinning him down, but I couldn’t quite tell. My head was pounding, and my vision was blurring fast. I shuddered, a sudden nauseous feeling rising in my stomach. Please let someone find us.

“Sir!” A new, distinctly feminine voice drifted in to my right. I turned and blinked up into the night, only to see a sweet-looking paramedic leaning into the window. Artificial light fell around her face like a halo, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit safer with her there. Then it dawned on me. An EMT! That meant an ambulance, which meant we were going to get out of there. “This one looks alright, George...go around to the other side. Where the fuck are the jaws?” She turned back to me. “What’s your name?”

 

I blinked. I could barely hold onto what little consciousness I had left; too much blood had been lost. Finally, I managed to swallow enough to wet my throat. “G-Guy.” I let my eyes wander back to my friend. “Help him; I think he’s hurt...”

 

“We will, Guy, we will. Are you hurt?” she asked. But I couldn’t answer; I was already unconscious.

 

 

:stunned:

JONNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!

this is fantastic, kyra!!

Marisa!

I love your fanfic so far!!

 

:D

 

I'm glad i get to hold Chris's hand, but i'm also sad that he totally wants you and not me anymore.

:(

 

haha.

 

I can't wait for chaapter 3.

L I B E R A T I O N[/size][/font][/color]

CHAPTER 1

 

The whole story is Guy's point of view.

Um...rating...? Maybe PG-13-ish.

I hope you enjoy. ;)

 

 

 

I was first aware of a faint ringing in my ears. Then I could pick out the smell of smoke, followed by distant memories of taking a drive through the outskirts of London. Jonny had been with me.

 

“Jon...” I muttered, trying to twist around in my seat. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded muffled and weak. I winced in pain, gasping as I tried to reach him. “J-Jon!” He wasn’t going to answer me, and I think I knew it. I groaned desperately, praying for him to wake up. “God, please...please...” I whispered.

 

I blinked as my vision began to adjust to my surroundings. Something was dripping along the side of my head, and I couldn’t figure out what it was. When I moved my arm to investigate, a sharp pain shot through my radius. I trembled, glancing down. My arm was covered in oily, dark liquid. I shook violently and took a glance in the rearview mirror. As far as I could tell, my face was ashen. I realized that my arm was covered in blood, and I was pretty sure it was mine. Glass, like chips of ice, covered the floor at my feet. I slid my foot off the brake pedal cautiously, having no idea what I was supposed to do next. The only other car crash I’d ever been in was when I was sixteen--I’d run into my neighbor’s tree.

 

“Jonny!” I tried again. I reached over with my other hand, and I didn’t feel any pain. But when I finally got a good look at my friend, my stomach clenched in terror. “Fuck, no...no, Jonny...” The whole right side of his face was painted red. “Man, wake up!” I sobbed, gripping his sleeve with all the strength I could muster. “Wake up!” But he wouldn’t listen. My eyes drifted slowly to his chest, and it looked as if something was pinning him down, but I couldn’t quite tell. My head was pounding, and my vision was blurring fast. I shuddered, a sudden nauseous feeling rising in my stomach. Please let someone find us.

“Sir!” A new, distinctly feminine voice drifted in to my right. I turned and blinked up into the night, only to see a sweet-looking paramedic leaning into the window. Artificial light fell around her face like a halo, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit safer with her there. Then it dawned on me. An EMT! That meant an ambulance, which meant we were going to get out of there. “This one looks alright, George...go around to the other side. Where the fuck are the jaws?” She turned back to me. “What’s your name?”

 

I blinked. I could barely hold onto what little consciousness I had left; too much blood had been lost. Finally, I managed to swallow enough to wet my throat. “G-Guy.” I let my eyes wander back to my friend. “Help him; I think he’s hurt...”

 

“We will, Guy, we will. Are you hurt?” she asked. But I couldn’t answer; I was already unconscious.

 

 

 

OMG JONNY NOOO :bigcry: This story is so intense and makes me want to read more, great job!

LOVE it!! :wacky:!!

 

MORE MORE MORE!!! :lol:

thanks christina!!:D:heart:

I AGREE! ^^^

hah hah. i'll post chapter 3 tomorrow probably, or at like 3 am tonight. it depends :P

Marisa!

I love your fanfic so far!!

 

:D

 

I'm glad i get to hold Chris's hand, but i'm also sad that he totally wants you and not me anymore.

:(

 

haha.

 

I can't wait for chaapter 3.

hah hah. :lol:

Thanks Makayla!:hug: :D

L I B E R A T I O N[/size][/font][/color]

CHAPTER 1

 

The whole story is Guy's point of view.

Um...rating...? Maybe PG-13-ish.

I hope you enjoy. ;)

 

 

 

I was first aware of a faint ringing in my ears. Then I could pick out the smell of smoke, followed by distant memories of taking a drive through the outskirts of London. Jonny had been with me.

 

“Jon...” I muttered, trying to twist around in my seat. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded muffled and weak. I winced in pain, gasping as I tried to reach him. “J-Jon!” He wasn’t going to answer me, and I think I knew it. I groaned desperately, praying for him to wake up. “God, please...please...” I whispered.

 

I blinked as my vision began to adjust to my surroundings. Something was dripping along the side of my head, and I couldn’t figure out what it was. When I moved my arm to investigate, a sharp pain shot through my radius. I trembled, glancing down. My arm was covered in oily, dark liquid. I shook violently and took a glance in the rearview mirror. As far as I could tell, my face was ashen. I realized that my arm was covered in blood, and I was pretty sure it was mine. Glass, like chips of ice, covered the floor at my feet. I slid my foot off the brake pedal cautiously, having no idea what I was supposed to do next. The only other car crash I’d ever been in was when I was sixteen--I’d run into my neighbor’s tree.

 

“Jonny!” I tried again. I reached over with my other hand, and I didn’t feel any pain. But when I finally got a good look at my friend, my stomach clenched in terror. “Fuck, no...no, Jonny...” The whole right side of his face was painted red. “Man, wake up!” I sobbed, gripping his sleeve with all the strength I could muster. “Wake up!” But he wouldn’t listen. My eyes drifted slowly to his chest, and it looked as if something was pinning him down, but I couldn’t quite tell. My head was pounding, and my vision was blurring fast. I shuddered, a sudden nauseous feeling rising in my stomach. Please let someone find us.

“Sir!” A new, distinctly feminine voice drifted in to my right. I turned and blinked up into the night, only to see a sweet-looking paramedic leaning into the window. Artificial light fell around her face like a halo, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit safer with her there. Then it dawned on me. An EMT! That meant an ambulance, which meant we were going to get out of there. “This one looks alright, George...go around to the other side. Where the fuck are the jaws?” She turned back to me. “What’s your name?”

 

I blinked. I could barely hold onto what little consciousness I had left; too much blood had been lost. Finally, I managed to swallow enough to wet my throat. “G-Guy.” I let my eyes wander back to my friend. “Help him; I think he’s hurt...”

 

“We will, Guy, we will. Are you hurt?” she asked. But I couldn’t answer; I was already unconscious.

 

:stunned:

O. M. G.

:shocked2:

THIS IS SOOOO GOOD! DON'T DIE JONNY! YOU'RE OUR GUITAR HERO!!!! :bigcry::bigcry::(

OMG JONNY NOOO :bigcry: This story is so intense and makes me want to read more, great job!

 

Uh-oh, a Jonny fan...:uhoh2:

^ And another one!

 

:P I'm joking.

 

Thanks for your reviews everyone!

AHHHHHHH!!!!!! lol

L I B E R A T I O N

CHAPTER 1

 

The whole story is Guy's point of view.

Um...rating...? Maybe PG-13-ish.

I hope you enjoy. ;)

 

 

 

I was first aware of a faint ringing in my ears. Then I could pick out the smell of smoke, followed by distant memories of taking a drive through the outskirts of London. Jonny had been with me.

 

“Jon...” I muttered, trying to twist around in my seat. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded muffled and weak. I winced in pain, gasping as I tried to reach him. “J-Jon!” He wasn’t going to answer me, and I think I knew it. I groaned desperately, praying for him to wake up. “God, please...please...” I whispered.

 

I blinked as my vision began to adjust to my surroundings. Something was dripping along the side of my head, and I couldn’t figure out what it was. When I moved my arm to investigate, a sharp pain shot through my radius. I trembled, glancing down. My arm was covered in oily, dark liquid. I shook violently and took a glance in the rearview mirror. As far as I could tell, my face was ashen. I realized that my arm was covered in blood, and I was pretty sure it was mine. Glass, like chips of ice, covered the floor at my feet. I slid my foot off the brake pedal cautiously, having no idea what I was supposed to do next. The only other car crash I’d ever been in was when I was sixteen--I’d run into my neighbor’s tree.

 

“Jonny!” I tried again. I reached over with my other hand, and I didn’t feel any pain. But when I finally got a good look at my friend, my stomach clenched in terror. “Fuck, no...no, Jonny...” The whole right side of his face was painted red. “Man, wake up!” I sobbed, gripping his sleeve with all the strength I could muster. “Wake up!” But he wouldn’t listen. My eyes drifted slowly to his chest, and it looked as if something was pinning him down, but I couldn’t quite tell. My head was pounding, and my vision was blurring fast. I shuddered, a sudden nauseous feeling rising in my stomach. Please let someone find us.

“Sir!” A new, distinctly feminine voice drifted in to my right. I turned and blinked up into the night, only to see a sweet-looking paramedic leaning into the window. Artificial light fell around her face like a halo, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit safer with her there. Then it dawned on me. An EMT! That meant an ambulance, which meant we were going to get out of there. “This one looks alright, George...go around to the other side. Where the fuck are the jaws?” She turned back to me. “What’s your name?”

 

I blinked. I could barely hold onto what little consciousness I had left; too much blood had been lost. Finally, I managed to swallow enough to wet my throat. “G-Guy.” I let my eyes wander back to my friend. “Help him; I think he’s hurt...”

 

“We will, Guy, we will. Are you hurt?” she asked. But I couldn’t answer; I was already unconscious.

 

 

 

AHHHHHHH ANGSTY FANFIC!! OMFG so good :dead: *pants nervously* I want MOAR :drunk:

me too!!!

My Golden Opportunity

Chapter 3

 

 

“You should have asked him for his number.”

 

“You’re joking?”

 

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

 

“Claudia….”

 

“Stephanie.”

 

“I couldn’t have done that!!”

 

“Why the hell not?”

 

“I spent 15 minutes with the guy!”

 

“So? This wouldn’t be the first time something like this has ever happened ya know.”

 

“He has a girlfriend. She was with him.” I fired back, disappointment in my voice.

 

“Then he shouldn’t have been flirting with you,” she teased, a wicked smile of victory on her face. My face went red.

 

“He wasn’t flirting with me!!”

 

“It sure seemed like it to me”

 

“Oh please. You weren’t even there.”

 

“Flirting is flirting.”

 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 

I was at the grocery store. My milk had spoiled. I really had to pay more attention to those things. I walked down the aisle where I knew the milk would be. I saw the oddly familiar back of a man grabbing a carton of milk. I froze. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be…

 

“Stephanie!” Chris yelled the second he turned around and saw me. “It’s so good to see you!” He flashed that big smile again and I couldn’t help but do the same.

 

“Hey Chris! How’ve ya been?” Ugh. Why did I say that?

 

“Not bad, how about you?” His eyes never left mine and the smile hadn’t faded one bit.

 

“Good.” Great Steph, that’ll take the conversation far.

 

“So, I, uh, was wondering….would you like to grab a cup of coffee sometime? With me?” He did not just ask that.

 

I wrinkled my eyebrows in confusion. “But wait, I thought….”

 

“No, not anymore…” He knew what I was thinking.

 

“Oh. Well, I’d love to!” I smiled my biggest smile.

 

“Wonderful.” He replied. “So, how about tomorrow afternoon then? We could also grab some lunch…….uh if you like?”

 

“That sounds lovely.” I kept smiling. It really did sound amazing. I don’t know how it happened but his smile got even bigger. We agreed on a time and location to meet, then walked throughout the store while chatting. We walked out the door and said goodbye.

 

Ok, that did not just happen. I’m dreaming, that has to be it. There’s no other way. But I knew it was real. Wonderful, blissful reality. I looked down to hide my smile from the people walking by. Then I noticed. I forgot to buy milk. Shit.

 

 

you guys will like chapter 4, its a lot longer :P