How You Met

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JOHN ADAMS:

The ambicios Bostonian, John Adams, was walking down the streets of Boston thinking about something. He seemed a bit too in thought as he bumped into someone. "Watch where you're goi-" he stared but suddenly stopped as he looked at the person he hit. It was girl with H/C hair and E/C eyes. "Geez I get yelled at for something I didn't even do..." she said looking at him. "Apologies madam. It is my fault indeed. I'm John. John Adams. May I know what your name is?" he asked her. "My name is Y/N L/N. And I think you should watch where you're going."

THOMAS JEFFERSON:

Thomas Jefferson couldn't bileive it. The book he has been saving up has been sold to someone else. "What do you mean you don't know who you sold it to?" Thomas angrily asked the bookstore owner. "Well I'm sorry but.... There they are right there!" he said pointing at the person. Thomas was ready to argue for the book. Wow he must really like the book, because she hates confortacion. He turned around to see the person he was going to hate but he was met with a face of a girl. She was tall, but still shorter than him. "Uhhh Mr. Jefferson you're staring." the shop owner said. "Oh yea sorry ma'am. I'm Thomas Jefferson. Sorry for the bad looks I just really wanted that book..." Thomas said blushing since he imbaresed him selfe in front of such a pretty girl. "It's okay sir. You can borrow it sometime..." she said hesitantly. As she walked back to the door she suddenly stopped and said: "By the way sir, I'm Y/N L/N."

JOHN DICKINSON:

"John, meet Y/N L/N. Your future wife." Mrs. Dickinson said. "I'll leave you alone..." she said with a smirk. "Hello I'm John." John said a little bit awkwardly. "Y/N" the girl awnsered. "Sooo... We're gonna get married..." John said not knowing what to say. "Haha yeah..." she said even more usshure of what to say. "I wish I could just fall in love..." the said in unison. They started laughing, but there happiness was short because of the abnoctious yelling around the house. "Mrs. L/N! It worked! I can hear the wedding bells!" Mrs. Dickinson yelled. "Oh god... I'm sorry!" John said in between laughs. "It's all right!" she said as the laughter continued.

EDWARD RUTLEDGE:
Edward Rutledge was walking down the sunny beaches of South Carolina. He must have been too much I thought, that he bumped into someone. "Sorry darlin'. Wasn't watching." he told the girl he bumped into. "It's fine, but my names Y/N dear~". And that was when Edward Rutledge first blushed.

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