What is the definition of Happiness?

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Ah Sunday, and what a nice Sunday it was because it wasn't hot but it wasn't cold. It was one of those days that is sunny, breezy, cloudy, and a perfect day for a coffee so off to Starbucks I went. So I pulled a pair of navy blue basketball shorts, a light blue shirt, and my pair of purple sneakers and dashed out the door with my phone and head phones in hand. As I was riding the bus I started thinking of how school was starting soon and that I would have to start acting like I wasn't as people liked to call me in school "anti-social" and "Ice Queen," but its only because people are so annoying and I cant help but gag every time at how much "romance" there is in my school, and even though most of the relationships don't last it still sickens me so I have pushed everyone way and distanced myself from everyone to prevent ever falling in love or being confessed to. Mostly I think its just because I'm too scared to ever feel that pain again or maybe I just don't like anyone besides my sister, so I think that's the main reason why the best part of living by the city instead of in it is that I am able to enjoy the calm quiet nights instead of hearing the constant passing cars and I don't ever have to see any of my classmates ever except for in school, but even though I don't like living in the city doesn't mean I don't ever go there. I mean the city is a really cool place to tour and has a lot of my favorite places like Barnes and Noble, Starbucks, and a store both me and my sister like, Walmart. Yeah that's right people I said" Walmart" because Walmart is where we get our clothes, shoes, food, and everything else except for books.

So after a 20 minute bus ride to the city and a debate of my choice of drink I reached the entrance to the well know coffee place called "Starbucks," I then stepped inside, ordered my drink, and went to sit down in my usually empty seat by the restrooms and the only reason why its always empty is because its by the restroom and no one wants to accidentally see the holy grail of messes in the men's or women's bathroom so I sit there all the time and since I go there so often the workers sometimes reserve my seat for me incase there is a lot of people like today.

I finished my drink and walked over to the garbage cans to throw away my absolutely deliciously sweet Green Tea and Banana Smoothie, so I tossed it and as I was turning around it was almost like the most cliché kind of moment because when I turned to leave I bumped right into a taller person and the force of me bumping into them caused their iced-coffee to drench me from the chest down to me shoes. I was going to get mad at them because then I was going to have to wash my shirt again, but when I looked up at the person who just doused me in their drink it was like time stopped for just a second and everything around me disappeared and all I could see was her.

This girl that had some how caught my eye had light blond hair, pale green-blue eyes and her face looked almost doll like it was so perfect, no flaws anywhere to be seen and her hair looked so soft. It was so strange at how some girl, a complete stranger, could make me so interested by doing the simplest of things like an accidental coffee spill. Normally I would get mad if someone else would have poured coffee on me and most likely would have just left without a single word out of my mouth, but this was so different it was like a scene from a typical cliché romance movie just played out and it was so funny to me that I started laughing. Now for starters I have never been one to laugh outside of the safety of my house so for me to be laughing scared me and I think it did her just a little so I stood up and told her that if was fine and started making my way to the bus stop so I could go home and clean my clothes, but again another cliché moment happened because I was stopped midway to the bus stop by this strange coffee girl by her gripping my wrist and yelling out "PLEASE LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU!" It didn't make sense at how me, a complete stranger, could deserve such kindness from some one so pretty, well compared to me that is probably one of the ugliest people ever but I mean that is everyone's thought process "that we are all uglier than everyone else"  or maybe that is just me, but still I had no idea why she even cared so much. I mean it was just a coffee that spilled on me and its not like I wasn't used to having things "Accidentally" spilled on me, but no matter how many time I told her "Its Fine" or "I'm Used To It" she continued to persist in trying to make it up to me some how but since I didn't want to be there drenched in drying coffee stained clothes I reluctantly gave into the blond, coffee girl.

So I guess her version of "Make it up to you"  consisted of her loaning me a change of clothes but only since she told me that her apartment was about 5 minutes from Starbucks so here I am, with a girl I don't even know, in dried coffee clothes, walking to her apartment. Damn that went fast!

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