"𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕?"
"𝙽𝚘. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐."
In which two adults weren't good at making good decisions, so they ended up in an unexpected situ...
six months before season 1 Manhattan, New York Charlie's Bar
STORMI'S POV
(Her outfit with a red leather jacket)
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Sighing as Stormi walked into the bar and sat on a stool. She call out to the bartender, "Scotch on the rocks please."
The bartender nodded and walked away to tend other people. 'This night is a disaster'She thought.
While waiting for her drink, she hears to the side of her, "Rough night?"
Looking to her right, she found an attractive man. Actually, attractive couldn't even compare to this man. He has a face that god took his time on. He has these captivating and gorgeous forest green eyes, but he has this haunting look in his eyes like he had seen a lot of his life. He has this sleek, black hair that she wanted to run her hands through.
His prominent cheekbones highlighted his face. His sharp jawline looks like it could cut glass. He has a muscular build to his body and she could see his muscles through his tight black long-sleeve shirt. He looks like he takes good care of himself. Coincidentally, he looks familiar to her.
She tells him, "You have no idea," as Stormi sips her drink that the bartender put down.
"You want to talk about it?"
She shakes her head at him saying, "I don't think you want to hear about my problems."
The gorgeous man replies, "I don't mind. Plus, you have a sad look on your face and I don't like seeing a beautiful woman sad."
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"Okay, if you insist. This guy from the college that I go to, asked out me on a date, but he never showed up," she answers as blushing at the compliment he gave her, "I spent an hour at a restaurant alone, looking like an idiot."
"He's an idiot for standing you up. I know I wouldn't."
"Maybe I should know the name of the guy that wouldn't stand me up instead of the guy that did." A look of passion and lust flashed in his alluring forest green eyes.
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"Derek. What's yours?"
"Stormi."
'Maybe this night isn't a disaster. His name sounds familiar to me.' She thought.
"You want to get out of here?" he asks with his eyebrows raised as a sexy grin grew on his face.
She replies, smirking back at him, "Sure."
Stormi quickly drinks her scotch and puts down some generous tip for the bartender. Derek and Stormi stumble out of the bar with their arms around each other, not knowing that night everything would change for them.
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Author's note-
Sorry, guys, I'm fixing up the story. I'm making it third person pov. The first chapter is gonna be up soon. The first chapter starts after the night Scott gets bit. I found motivation to write this story. If you find a mistake, just tell me and I will fix it.
