My favourite month November [Romantic Comedy]

Chapter One

Chapter One.

Some people say that December is their favourite month, because of christmas. Some say their favourite month is their birthday, when they age. I say November is my favourite month, because thats when I met him. 

I know what you are thinking; “Oh god, typical teen fiction romance, I've read it all before!"

Want a spoiler? No? Well to bad, I want to tell you that this isn’t a romance.. Alright, I lied, but every story has its own individual tale.

It all started on the second of November; It was a boring, stupid day actually so lets skip to the third. You know those boring, normal starting lines? Example: ‘The birds were chirping’. You know what you don’t really hear about in that sort of story? A bird suddenly dropping dead in front of you. I could imagine it now, the opening line in a book or the opening scene in a movie.

Here I was; standing at the Lemonade stand with only four dollars. “Sorry ma’am, the lemonade is five dollars” a elderly like man stated. “You know what? That’s lame. It should be cheaper then five dollars” I spoke, crossing my arms. “I’ll pay for her” said someone from behind me, I turned to see a young male adult standing there. “Great, so let me guess. Guy pays for lemonade, girl falls in love-” The lemonade person started to say, I stared at him and shook my head.

“Thanks” I replied as the guy paid for my lemonade, handing me a large cup. “Your welcome” he grinned, watching me take a few sips and scrunch my face up.

“What sort of lemonade is this?” I exclaimed in anger as I lowered the cup away from my lips, the lemonade man shrugged. “Home made lemonade luv” the lemonade man replied, laughing as I rolled my eyes. 

“Sorry, I’m not trying to be seen as disrespectful” I mumbled to the guy as we walked down a dirty, old pathway. 

“Well, you kind of are a bit of a bitch” he said, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as I turned and glared at him. 

“Miley” I said as I offered my hand, he shook it happily. “Charlie” he replied, and thats the day I started to hate him.

Joking, its obvious I was going to write ‘the day I started liking him’ or ‘fell in love with him’. 

He walked me home... Yeah, I know. So much for me saying its not a romance story, but like... Come on, he bought me a lemonade that tasted like crap! The least I could do is let the guy walk me home.

“I think the lemonade had to much sugar in it...” I trailed off as we arrived outside my home, he shook his head in amusement. 

“Your still going on about that lemonade?” He asked, his tone jokingly. I nodded sheepishly and we both started laughing. “Thanks for it though” I said, he crossed his arms. “Go get the five dollars and pay me back though” he half demanded, he looked like he was serious...

And you know what? The damn jerk was. He actually wanted the five dollars back.