The story of us

I meet him

Hiiii, this is my first time writing a story so, give it a chance, yeah?

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The day we met. How do i explain it? It was, I guess one of the best days of my life. The weather was great, just the kinda romantic setting. You know, the gorgeous sky, pink fluffy clouds kinda day. Not really my style but whatever.

I was even in a good mood, I was the kind of girl who loved shopping and that day I spent a grand total of $2000 dollars. Even how we met each other was romantic, in a cliche way. I smash straight into him.

Of course that was when it had to go wrong.

It wasn't even my fault, i was looking. He was running and fell on me. Pushing me into a puddle of mud.

Not only that, my stuff too. So imagine, you used to be rich cause your dad was well, Charles Voulten. Yeah, the guy who was once the king of finance then went small time businessman. Cause he decided to remarry, well, mainly. Yeah, my mum died too but i didn't really know her, she died when i was three.

And then you lose everything cause apparently that woman was in great debt. Her husband decided have a divorce with her cause she had a affair with another guy, sueing her in the process. What's more, shes a shoppaholic and has four children and her parents on her expenses. So my dad, smitten by her, decides to help her out.

At the same time depleting his money supply by quite a bit. Well we could have survived quite well after that, if my father didnt suddenly have a stroke. he lies uselessly on a hospital bed and we are slowly sinking. Dont get me wrong, i love my dad, but couldnt he think a little further? Sure, i mean he has property and other stuff but, is it enough to keep nine people, including a bedridden father, a shopperholic, two elderly, two underage teenagers who cant work yet and three eighteen year olds(out of which only you are working) alive? Barely.

So you wonder, how do i find two thousand to spend on miscanellous stuff? I recently went for a competion and I won third prize, winning me a five thousand dollar grand prize. I intended to save three thousand and use the leftovers to buy stuff.

So now you get why i was so pissed about my stuff falling into the mud? Good for 7Eyou.

So back to romantic setting. In cliche stories, this is where the über hot guy starts apologising and help you up and inviting you to his house to clean up right? Wrong. Well mostly, i mean he is incredibly hot, but instead he falls on you and kisses you.

Yep, kisses you.

Crazy huh?

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And it was no accident. He deliberately pressed his lips on mine. I must admit, he was good but i felt no sparks flying, not unless you counted the sparks of anger. Like every normal girl i believe would, i freaked and struggle to get up. No way of that happening here though. Every had dont know how many kilogrammes of muscle squashing you? Not fun.

About a lifetime after, he got up, still leaving me imprinted on the mud. He dusted of nonexistent dirt from his pants and got ready to leave. Nuh-uh. Not on my watch. I scrambled up with some difficulty while he watched me with an amused smirk. I glared at him. What the hell was wrong with him??? Wasnt he supposed to help? Especially since he pushed me first.

' What in hell is wrong with you?' i gasped out.

'Oh, i didnt know this was hell.'

Smartass.

'I mean why you ran. And fell on me. And kissed me.' my volume started to rise at the end.

'Hey, relax. Anyway, most would kill to be your situation.'

' Who said i was most? Most probably would not have the perfect chance to kiss whatever your name is.' I muttered, sarcarstic.

'I see you've gotten the exact value of me.' he smirked, ignoring the sarcarsm.

' Egoistic, much? How do they stand you?' I huffed irritated.

'Thats for me to know and you to wonder.' He turned, scanning the perimeter for something. When he turned back to face me, his face was smug and held traces of relief.

'Well, it was nice meeting you, whatever your name is. Hope I don't see you soon.' and on that cheery note he tuened to leave.

'Wait!' I hollered. There was no way he was just gonna walk away like that. He continued walking and for a moment i was afraid he was going to ignore me. He sighed dramatically and turned.

'What?'

'You haven't compensated me yet!'

'For what?'

'My clothes?'

'Oh, i havent have i?' he gave a mischievous grin.

I stood my ground.

'Yes, pay me two thousand back please. These stuff are ruined.'

'If i must.' He raised an eyebrow daring me to hold out.

'Fine.' he took a cheque book out and scribbled something on it before throwing it at me.

'What is this?' the cheque read $10000. It was too much.

He laughed at my expression.' Didnt you ask for compensation? I am paying for stealing a kiss and dirtying your stuff. That should cover it.'

And with that he certainly left me a bag of dirty stuff, a $10000 cheque and most definitely bewildered.