The Funny Thing Is..

It's Not Funny At All.

  

      "Well, I guess it all happened back in high school. You know, when we started going out. Anyways, after we started going out I meet this guy one night at the boxing place with my best friend." She smile at the memory.

*~Flashback:

        

         "Hurry up Martha. I'm going to be late." Anne rushed Martha getting off the car and dragging her all the way.

         "I'm coming!" She yelled breathless.

         "Well walk faster. Mason is already here and today is our match. I don't even know why you want to come it's been 3 months since you learn I box, and you have never wanted to come." Anne told her  friend angrily. She was going to be late, and JoeJoe was going to be pissed. She bets Mason's gonna be a little mad too. He doesn't know she's bringing Martha.

          Yea I guess she's right. If I made her take me here, I shouldn't be taking her time is rude, Martha thought heavily.

          "Fine!" Anne's red-haired friend, sighed. She had grass green deep orbs, full pink lips, flawless pale skin, and curves in all the right places. Although she was a little shorter than Anne, they look roughly about the same height. They have been friends for years now. Anne always stood by her side and never question her or judge her, which was something Martha has always like about Anne. Anne had dark brown hair unlike her friend, she had glasses and a school girl wardrope. Martha always prefer to stand out, so she wore reveling attractive stuff, but covering enough to let imagination take place.

          Once inside the gym Anne skip to where Mason stood next to JoeJoe, the bald white man, Martha guess. Anne instanty jump on Mason giving him a long passionate kiss. Someday Martha hopes to have that; just as she thought about that her eyes locked on a very attractive man on the rink.

          He stopped fighting back and got knocked out. She quickly ran towards him, going up the ring and under the ropes. She pull his heavily tone tan body towards her to see if he was okay.

          He started gasping and open his eyes to see the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her eyebrows meeting in confusion. He's okay? She question her self, feeling relieve bolts spread through her body. He couldn't take his eyes off her he has never seen a woman as beautiful as her.

         Both of their hearts going a 100-miles per minute, palms sweating with anxiety. Anxiety to feel the other, but scare of the other's reaction. An unknown feeling at the pit of their stomach making it feel as if they really had butterflies.

         This is stupid love at first sight, both argue in their minds. However there is no doubt that this is love at first sight and deep down they both know.

         But I can't I have a boyfriend, Martha argue to her self. Unsure of what to do she drop him on the floor, brushing him off her lap and mumbling, "I'm sorry.. I'm .. I.. I was just trying to see if you were okay.." She trail off.

        He didn't realise he hit the floor, dumbstruck when he heard a lullaby sort of voice. It was like music to his ears. Her face turning a shade redder making her look all the more attractive to him.

        "I'm okay, but would you like going with me to get coffee?" He asked hopefully. He has never ask a girl out on a proper date, but she was different he knew it. Her face almost matching her deep red hair.

       She struggle finding which words to say, "I.. uh..umm..okay" She couldn't say no to him. Mind you she just met the love of her life.

       Soon the thought of her having a boyfriend flew out the window. All she could think about was the intense pull she felt towards the bodybuilder-like man sitting in front of her. His perfect tan glistening even more as the light from the sun shined on him, from the window next to their table, at the small coffee. His dark brown eyes that were focused on her the entire time. How his jaw clench every time he talked.