We all have had that awkward time in our lives when we have had or still have a crush on a person or thing that isn't real. If you are reading this book then you probably still do...Well your not alone! We all have a problem and I'll help you with y...
"No we simply cannot!" You sit down at a discussion table. Men circled you in busting suits practically screaming to be taken off. Their ties had been basically choking them, You had to admit they were all on the more chubbier side then the normal, string like men you found there. You were all waiting on a man by the name of Milo Thatch to present a very special offer no one apparently could refuse. He was late. All the older men started tapping their toes against the museum's tiled floor. "Boys settle down. I'm sure Mr. Thatch is just nervous."
"Miss l/n, this is the 4th time he has tried to change our minds out this Atlantis scheme. I for once am tired of his nonsense!"
You sigh. One of the men scoots their chairs backwards and waves for one of the assistants. He whispers in her ear and she moves towards the telephone hanging on the wall. "Hello Mr. Thatch? Yes. I am very sorry to inform you that the suitors had changed times and are unable to see you." You could hear yelling and shouting on the other side for a second before she hung up.
You scoff. "That was very rude!" The men look at you. "When you had been called in countless times by this guy you get used to it." You make a face. "What's so bad about having a dream? Atlantis is his, why crush it??"
They groan. "It's just not logical. A stupid book cannot just lead us to a magical island underwater." They all stood up, leaving their places a mess for you to clean up. As you begun to clean the place up you hear yelling and screaming from outside, as well as a quite young voice mixed in. Doors had slammed and you could hear the young one more clearly now. "Please sir just 5 minutes of your time!" Bushes rustled and soon enough feet were running after each other down the hall.
"Darn it." The young male breathed out. "Might as well see if they left a note. Probably not." You continue to clean without hesitation. The doors creaked open and he poked his head inside, eyeballs growing wider by the second knowing that someone stayed behind. "E-excuse me? Miss?" He choked out. You lift up your head and turn around. "Oh, hello." He fixes his glasses quickly and clears his throat. "Are you an assistant here?" You shake your head. "Sorry, I'm not, but I am a suitor." He smiles like a kid with candy. He drops the materials in his arms and rushes over to you and grabs your hand shaking it up and down.
"Sorry about this, I'm Milo Thatch. Explorer!" You show a small smile. "I'm Y/n L/n, and I am looking for something unique, I'm guessing you have just that." He shakes his head rapidly. You giggle. "Well come on, show me!" He continues to smile. You got a closer look at him. He had hazel brown eyes, same for hair, and gigantic circle glasses framed his face almost perfectly. To be honest he was kinda cute, the way the little strands of hair lined his facial features.
And his jaw. Holy shit.
"And that's why we should take this route to Iceland!" He looks at you, who was staring at him like the next biggest thing.
"Miss y/n are you ok?" You shake your head out of the trance. "O-oh yes, my apologies. Please continue." He clears his throat. "Ok so Atlantis was sunken i-" You blurred his voice out again concentrating on his features once more.
"Miss." You blink 2 times. "I'm sorry I'm kind new to this..." He smiles "It's okay, it's just that you keep staring off into the distance. Is something wrong?" You shake your head no. "Well okay then... how was my presentation?" You tult your head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"Well is there anything I could possibly work on?"
You think to yourself for a second. "You could slow down a bit." He nods. "Okie dokie!" You giggle, as the mans face had turned red. You check your watch. "Oh no." He turns to you. "What's wrong??" You sigh and look up at him. "Well since you were technically late, that means you time is up..." You send him a sad face. "I wish I could talk to you more, but the faculty is probably waiting to me to hurry it up." He frowns and reluctantly walks up to you when you stand, grabbing your things. "Well maybe we could f- finish this conversation over d- dinner?" He shyly asks you. You smile and lean over to him softly planting a kiss on his cheek making him go red. "I would love to. I'm free this Saturday, 4:00 pm." He nods. "I'll see you there!"
He yell to you as you have walk out the door a dream in your eyes.
YAYAYAYYAYAYAYAY
HEUSMYBABY, LIKEDEHFFAACCKK
AndIfeellikeAtlantisisaDisneymovieyouneedtoseewhenyourolderfullyunderstand it
