Impossibilities

First sight

I walked through the aisles scanning for what products I would need for the next week. Hmm... Bacon? Yeah. I thought as I looked at the packed meat. I grab three packets, enough to last for quick meals; or one.

I sighed as I continued walking, the basket carrying my goods was starting to become heavy with the load. I should have grabbed a trolley. I thought this as I turned into the cosmetic aisle, scanning through the hair dye, What colour should I do next? I thought my hand skimming over the crazy colours.

Suddenly I hear a frustrated noise beside me, I looked down to see a girl. She had dark purple hair and holding purple hair dye in her hands, glaring at it.

"Argh... No one told me I would have to use Math out of school! I'm not buying fucking thirty watermelons!" she whispers in frustration. This causing me to laugh.

The girl realising that she was causing a disturbance looks up at me. Her eyes are gold, No they're green? I thought. Or are they gold and green? Anyway... The girl had a tanned face with light freckles sprinkling all over her face. She had a sleeper in her nose. She was actually quite stunning.

"Sorry," She said, "I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just hard. My mum usually brought everything. And now that I've moved out it's really annoying having to get everything and making sure that I stay in budget." She says in a rush, looking down at the dye in her hands.

I smile at her, "Nah, it's fine, just join a band." I replied.

She looked back up at me, an eyebrow raised in confusion, then it fell realisation "If only it was that easy, Michael," She whispered, "But you generally join a band if you have musical talent. And I don't." She smiled and put the dye back on the shelf.

She pushed her trolley away from me and exited the aisle. Did that just happen? I thought. Usually when girls knew who I was they usually fall all over me.

She's different. Something made me want to follow the girl with the purple hair and black mini skirt.

I grabbed a dark red hair dye threw it in my basket and went in search of her.

I found her in the sweets aisle, scanning the different varieties of chocolate. Her hand reached out and grabbed three packets of Cadbury milk chocolate and smiled at her find placing it in her trolley. She was about to run her cart into me.

She made a strange noise that sounded like 'eep' "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." She hurried and tried to move around me.

"Sorry but I'm going to have to get your details," I said with a smirk on my lips, "Or just your name."

"Dianne, just call Anne or Anna," She said, looking into my eyes, What was up with her eyes?

She then looked down at my shaking arm, struggling due to the weight of my basket. Quickly she made room in her trolley, "Here put your basket in the trolley before your arm falls off." She laughed.

She reached for my basket, but I quickly placed it at the end of her trolley. She then picked up my hair dye, she looked up at me and smiled, she has a really nice smile.

"I think this colour will look great on you" I hadn't realised that her voice held a light accent, almost British.

"Are you from England?" I asked plainly as we walked past random aisles, stopping to load a trolley or a basket.

"No, I have never left Australia, born and raised here," She replied, "My mum, she tends to be a bit posh and she developed a bit of an accent, which I seem to have adapted." She said while picking up two cartons of milk.

"Oh, so I guess she has high expectations then?" I questioned her.

"No, Mum always says be what you want." Anne said with a bright smile; displaying white teeth.

"That's good then, right?" I smile at her in return.

"I guess I mean there are some exceptions, like my religious beliefs." Her smile fell as she said that.

"What does that mean?" I question, placing frozen pizza's in the trolley.

"Well, my mum is a Christian, has been for a few years now actually," As she said this her hands nervously run along the handle part of the cart, "And so I was like; sure why not, let's try this out. It was okay at first, but then it became too much, I didn't agree with their treatment of people who are not Christian; they were snobs. And I regreted my decision, so I turned away from the religion, and came up with my own. Which my mum was not happy about."

"So what is your religion then?"

She smiled and said, "Interpretations. I believe that every belief is true and that anything is possible. I mean I'm shopping with Michael Clifford, that seems pretty impossible for someone like me."

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A/N

Hello beautiful people,

My name is Jasmin and this is my first fanfiction ever... *applause* thank you. Anywho I hope y'all enjoy my words