description: A beautiful stranger meets the tall, blonde, and handsome Sebastian working with his family at the local farmers market. She came for squash but left with much more.
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"Sebastian could you grab the boxes out of the back of the van?"
"Why don't you do it?"
"I'm trying to help Mom set up our new signs!"
"Raziel, Clary I'm going to do it. I just wanted to tease you a little," I shout while throwing open the back doors of the produce van. Mom always makes me do all the heavy lifting and I guess that it now applies to Clary as well. My eyes glaze over the multi-colored squash before I pick a crate to lug over to the tent. I find a crate with one that's a vibrant orange with some odd bumps on it and I figure I can use it to insult Clary. I hoist up the crate, shut the door with my foot, and trudge over to the squash stand.
"Hey Clary, this one look a little like your fa-,"
"Looks like whose face?"
My eyes spring away from the tent and I kid you not, my jaw drops from the sheer beauty of the speaker. The first thing I notice is that her eyes seem to be made of amber. Not the shitty caramel color, but the real deal with a depth of auburn and gold laced within. She's dressed in a fluorescent blue dress that pops against her rich chocolate toned skin. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun with curls escaping around her face. Her haughty expression at my remark instantly draws me in. People don't dislike me, it's part of my charm. Yet this girl is different.
"Definitely not yours. In fact, I doubt I would ever find a squash as beautiful as your face is."
dID I just ask that???
I think she realizes how flustered I am because she makes the decision to destroy me (as far as comebacks go relating to squash),
"That's the best you can do sweetheart? I've met squash with more charm than you'll ever have."
My cheeks go pink (something that has never happened before) and I transfer the crate into my left hand and extend my right arm out to her,
"My name is Sebastian, but you can call me tonight." She considers my hand and firmly shakes it responding,
"My name is out of your league, and you can call me never."
The mystery girl then proceeds to grab the crate of squash out of my arms and sashay towards my sister. And so the chase begins.
I debate falling over and dying, but decide that it'd be a waste of my good looks. I have never been rejected before and I am turned on. I now understand the thrill of the chase and I will win this one. I roll up the sleeves of my button up shirt and walk towards the tent with a mission.
My Mom is already in love with the girl, so it won't take too much convincing when I want to bring her home. Clary also seems to be enjoying her but not nearly as much. I signal to Clary to walk out outside for a second. We walk outside and I try my best not to stare at the girl too much. I look at Clary's intricate designs that she made with Jocelyn for the stand, but I guess it wasn't convincing enough.
"So you gonna get with Drew or not?" How the hell can she just tell? Clary has the weirdest gift of being able to read me like a book.
"I don't think she's interested."
"Smart girl."
"Clary I swear-"
"Do you need me to help?"
"The last time you helped we ended up in hell."
"Yeah but I like this one."
Clary runs back in and I try to stroll into the tent. I end up tripping on an empty carton and sprawling out on the floor. Drew glances down and breaks out in laughter. I would be pissed but her snorting is just so freaking adorable. I compose myself and stand up, my ears burning,
"So Drew, do you consider yourself a connoisseur of squash?"
"That's what you came back with?"
Drew's eyes flirt over to Clary who shrugs. Some help she was. Drew says to me,
"I actually needed some for soup, and a few to decorate our house for Thanksgiving."
"Lame."
"Every story doesn't need to be exciting."
Damn I want to marry this girl.
I see my Mom packing up some squash and rush to help her.
"So where are you in school, honey?" Jocelyn asks.
"I'm at NYU but I'm trying to transfer into Columbia later in the year."
"Oh really! That's where Sebastian will be next year. What a coincidence!" Clary says a little too enthusiastically. She winks for good measure and I plot ways to ruin her date with some guy she met on Tinder later. Shouldn't be hard with a name like Jace.
"Okay you're all set, dear," my Mom tells Drew while handing her a carton.
"Here let me get that," I tell Drew taking the carton from her hands with a smirk.
"I can and should be carrying this myself."
"I am a strong believer in feminism as well as being a hot young bachelor."
"Everything you say repels me more and more."
"Where did you park?"
She gestures to a small yellow bug.
"Sick ride. Want to take me for a drive back to your dorm?"
"I'm good thanks," Drew takes the carton out of my hand and places it in the passenger seat of the car. She backs up and I grab her hand and shake it firmly,
"It was a pleasure to meet you, beautiful Drew. A true gentleman always learns a stunning ladies name." I bend down and kiss her on the hand and she glares at me as if she might kill me,
"Yeah nice to meet you too, Sheldon."
I abruptly walk away and yell over my shoulder,
"By the way if you are a true feminist, you won't need to wait three days before you text me!" If I were to have turned around, Drew would have seemed confused but then rushed to check the squash. Instead of finding a piece of paper, she would find a note inscribed on a squash,
Dearest Drew,
I would be squashed if you didn't text me. (XXX-XXX-XXXX)
Xoxo,
Sebastian
I don't even make it to the tent before I feel a vibration in my pocket.
New Text:
Sheldon,
I will destroy you.
Xoxo,
Diane
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Fanfiction{insert fire emoji} Each chapter is a response to a prompt that exoticfinn came up with. This may seem a little silly and that's because it's supposed to be. Don't take this or me seriously.
