The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight (Short Story)

Chapter One

"Your flight leaves in 2 hours Em!" My mom's voice ran throughout our small apartment.

"I'm in the shower!" I yelled over the running water. The bathroom door was suddenly open with my mother walking in. "Do you mind?"

"Nope" She said applying a dark red lipstick to her lips. As I peeked through the shower curtain, I noticed she had on a long black dress.

"Date with Dan?" I asked referring to her one true love after my parents divorce, Daniel Harrison.

"Mhm" After rubbing on a bit of foundation on her skin, she stepped out of the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.

"Mom!" I yelled. Silence. No use. I used the shower curtain as a cover even though its just me and my mom, to shut the door. I turned off the shower and stepped out. My body shivered as I made a run for my towel. I wrapped myself up and walked to my bedroom where I met Lucas. The feline jumped off my bureau and rubbed my ankle, leaving a shade of fur.

"Furball" I murmured. I walked to my bureau in search of my black jeans and blue button down. As I turned up my radio, Mirrors by Justin Timberlake was playing on Z100.

I danced around my bedroom while struggling to put on my jeans. That didn't work out. Lucas' big greens eyes stared up at me.

"Uh Em" I looked up at my mom with the house phone in her hands. "It's your father." I grabbed the phone from her hands as she walked away.

"Hi daddy" My hands gripped the phone tightly making my knuckles turn white.

"Hey honey, are you excited to visit London?" His voice was always so soft and loving.

"Yes, I really want to meet Vanessa" Vanessa is my father's soon to be wife, in the matter of 48 hours.

"I'll catch you later, see you honey. I love you."

"Bye dad, love you too." I heard the line click as I set the phone down. My room remained clean, as always, which was something I recieved from my father and his big green eyes. I hitched up my suitcase from my bed and rolled it out into the living room. I stopped when I heard a tearing sound, like fabric being ripped. I looked over my should to find my brides maids dress stuck in the hindges of the door. Panic immediately over took me. "MOM!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. She ran in with a flattening iron in her hand.

"Jesus, Emma. What's wrong?"

"My dress ripped" I looked back over at the poor dress, it's bottom lining teared.

"Oh gosh, let me get my sewing kit." I whimpered and looked down at the dress. I already overslept, and now this. My dad will be devastated if I don't appear at his wedding.

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