The Norwegian Girl

So this is my first story on Wattpad :) Yay! I have some other stories with friends that I write on Miss Literati, but this is my first one alone. So enjoy! And feel free to give me constructive criticism :) Thanks again!

Chapter 1

Her beautiful brown hair was swaying from side to side as she walked. Her brown eyes were sparkling in, what I think is, joy. She squealed as she ran over to me. 

“Thank you so much! You didn’t have to though...” she said, still jumping up and down. “My pleasure.” I didn’t really know this girl… or I knew her, but not good enough. We haven’t gone to school together, we don’t work together, we don’t have the same friends, we don’t live next to each other. The only place we see each other is here. On the buss stop, waiting for two different busses. 

“But how did you know I wanted to see this concert?” she asked while holding up the concert ticket I had sent her. To some band. Aha I think… No, they retired. Yeah, some Norwegian band. You see, she’s Norwegian (if you don’t know where Norway is, it’s close to England). Probably explains her name as well. Anniken Haraldson. 

She had moved here to New York as a teenager, and has lived her ever since, unlike me, who had never gone outside the border of Washington before I moved here to study. But studies are over, and now I work here. The same does Anniken. 

“I just guessed.” I said smiling. She gave me a big bear hug. “You’re the best friend ever!” she said. See, that’s the problem, she doesn’t think of us more than friends. I’ve been hopelessly crushing on her since the first time I saw her, but of course, as much it hurts to say, she’s already got a boyfriend.

“Oh, my buss is here. See you tomorrow.” she said smiling. “What is see you tomorrow in norwegian?” “Ser deg imorgen.” she said. “Then, ser deg imorgen!” I said, sounding nothing like she had just done. She laughed quietly. “See ya!” she said as she stepped into the buss and drove away. 

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“Sorry I’m late, I missed the buss.” I apologized to my boss/best friend. “You mean, you were to distracted by that girl to get in that buss.” he corrected me, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. “You really have to get over her, or make a move. She won’t be there forever you know.” “I know, but she already has a boyfriend.” I said running my fingers through my brown-blonde-ish hair.“Then be a more than a ‘casually meet at the buss stop friend’, make her an ‘invite with home friend’,” he said. “and that soon, because you if you continue getting this late, I have to fire you.” I smiled. “But you won’t.” I said grinning. “If I have to I will...” “Mhm...” I mumbled getting back to work. “What do you mean ‘mhm...’ I’m serious!” “And I’m the queen of England...” I said. “Maybe you are.” “Oh, shut up.” We both smiled and got back to work. Since I’m an accountant, it’s always quiet. Which is nice, since I need my quiet time. I’ve always been good in math, so I really don’t have to think that much when I work, so I start thinking about Anniken. She’s got an awesome job as an food scientist, were she helps to try to make low-fat ice-cream. So she’s basically living on ice-cream, but yet she manages to stay skinny. I would love to have her job, for the ice-creams sake, but honestly I have no clue about health and stuff like that. I just know how to stay in shape. So I probably wouldn’t have succeeded in that career.