The Three Laws of Motion [Damien Haas, Shayne Topp, Ian Hecox]

ACCELERATION - 2. Too Close for Comfort

Heeeeey, guys!

First of all, AAAAA finally, we're back! Really sorry for the long hold period. It became difficult for me to keep updating two books at the same time because it kinda ruins the quality of the work. Anyway, new schedule for updates, since this book will be the focus for this month:

May Tuesdays - Acceleration (Shayne)
May Thursdays - Interaction (Ian)
May Saturdays - Inertia (Damien)

Look forward to them updates, and then after that, I'll be publishing "Here's To Us," a Shourtney fan fiction and also my first for their ship. Cover's up there at the media section, so go check it out!

So again, this is NOT a continuation of the first Shayne chapter, that's just a gentle reminder.

Anyway, let's start and this one is in Shayne's POV! See ya!

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Falling in love is not easy, that's a fact. As the proprietor of the Bird Poop Destiny (BPD) theory, I also know how falling in love involves six stages.

First, meeting. Now, you can meet the love of your life either in a good way or a bad way. The good way is like being introduced by a mutual friend, finding each other on a dating app, or being long-time friends since high school or college. The bad way, on the other hand, involves getting into an accident with this person, meeting during a hostage situation or something, and also dating apps. According to Damien, you know damn well when you meet the love of your life, but because I haven't felt that way, it looks like I haven't.

Until today.

I'm not sure whether this is a good way or a bad way to meet the love of my life, but it was the day where I think I had a bad omen placed upon my head. In the morning, my alarm didn't go off, resulting me to wake up at six instead of five. I didn't have breakfast that morning either because I was running late. When I got to my car, it was out of gas and I didn't have any on me. So I had to book a cab. Thankfully, the cab came through, but then LA traffic happened. It was already eight in the morning and HQ was an hour away, two hours with this traffic. So I paid the driver and decided to just walk the distance and get a cab past the long traffic in the highway.

Now, one does not simply run in jeans. You have to walk carefully in these jeans so as not to get them ripped, and because I was literally jogging as I minded my jeans, I didn't see the girl running past me with four cups of coffee in her hands. I bump into her, and iced coffee (thankfully) falls onto my shirt. She trips in her steps and falls on top of me almost quite conveniently that her face is just a few inches away from mine.

Her face was something else. Big bright eyes, some notable freckles, the awkward smile, her hair falling on the side of her face.

"Oh, shit," she mumbles before getting up. "Oh, my God. I am so sorry."

Today was a bad day for me, as I was running late to work with a shirt drenched in iced coffee and sweat. In short, it was very bad, but this girl managed to somehow change it all for me with that beautiful face of hers that was just a bit too close to mine for comfort.

"Where are you going?" I ask her as she jogs back in the direction where she came from.

"Starbucks, man!" she answers. "I am really sorry, but I have to get the coffee today. Can I at least know how to contact you so I can pay for this?"

"It's just a shirt," I tell her, jogging with her.

Second stage: initial decision. You first decide whether you like this person or not. On Bumble or whatever dating app you're using, it's the stage where you choose to either swipe left or right. This girl, I swiped right on, because I join her to the nearest Starbucks and make sure she buys me one of those Starbucks shirts they sell.