Mitchells VS The Machines! (Reader Insert)

Meeting... Him?

You were a normal girl with (h/c) hair that reached your (back/shoulders/neck). You enjoyed some of the finer things in life and didn't expect what would happen next.

Wait, wait, wait! You thought that's how I was gonna start? No, no. This is a Mitchells Vs The Machines book, it's supposed to be weird. Well, let's start over, but weird and accurate.

You are (Y/n), a seventeen year old girl who may have been known as 'the weirdo' or 'the nerd' thanks to how smart you were. You wished life would hand you something to push that away from your mind, and it did just that whenever you bumped into him. He was taller than you, and a little bit strong. He overall seemed nice as he immediately began apologizing. You giggled a bit at his antics to be whatever he was trying to be. 

"That's okay, I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." You extended your hand and smiled at him. He blinked, seeming confused before returning the handshake. 

"Rick Mitchell." He told you promptly before running off to do something. You would've thought it was because a friend called him, but he didn't seem like he had many of those. And that's how you met him. Rick Mitchell. You were unaware of everything about to turn, but it was nice to meet someone new, see a new face. It was always the start of something when you met someone, hopefully this start was good.