Young Writers Society

[pre]Chapter 1

“Mom, where did you put the box with my shoes in it at?” I asked.

“Um, good question. I think its still on the truck,” mom replied.

“It better, because I’m not going all the way back to Denver to get them,” I said.

“Do you want to take a break? How about we go out to dinner tonight, go and see the town,” mom suggested.

“Meaning, you don’t have anything planned for dinner,” I guessed.

“You know me too well, Andi,” mom sighed.

“I know, but going out tonight sounds great. If only I could find my shoes…oh! There they are,” I said, pointing at a box, “I don’t know how I didn’t see it.”

“Well, I’m going to go get dressed, let’s leave in 10 minutes, sound good?” mom said.

“Can we make it 15? I need a little time to fix my hair. I have to look good, first impressions mean a lot, mom,” I said.

“Sure, sure, whatever you want. I should probably do a little something with my hair, too. Never know when your going to see a cute boy, right?” mom said.

“Mom, don’t ever say that again. I’ll see you in 15,” I laughed.

“Oh honey, you know I’m kidding, but alright,” mom said.

Chapter 2

“What are you feeling like? Chinese, Italian, American, or Mexican, it’s your choice,” mom said.

“How about we go to that Italian place on the corner, but try to get a table on the deck,” I suggested.

“Alright, sounds good to me. I need some fresh air anyways. Hopefully there’s a table available,” mom replied.

As we approached the restaurant, we saw how beautiful it was. It was lit up by white Christmas lights wrapped around every banister and pole. There was some calming music coming from it, and you could hear happy families and couples laughing and talking amongst themselves.

We walked up to the doors of the restaurant, and when I pulled open the heavy oak door, I ran into a guy that may have been most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. His hair was light brown and shaggy, but not too shaggy. He had the biggest emerald green eyes I have ever seen. His body was strong, like that of surfers. I was quickly embarrassed from staring, especially when I saw the pretty blonde come out of the restaurant behind him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I apologized.

“No, that was my fault,” he said, in a butter smooth voice.

As our eyes met, I felt a connection instantly. I don’t know how, but it was there.

“Come on, Christian, lets go,” the pretty blonde said.

“Oh, right, sorry. Again, I’m so sorry…,” he trailed on.

“Its fine,” I said, reluctantly tearing my eyes away.

“Who was that? You’ve been in the city for less than a day, and you’ve already met a guy?” my mom asked, after the blonde had pulled the boy she called Christian away.

“Mom, I didn’t even know that guy. But he did have some amazing eyes,” I said.

“Oh no, Andi, don’t tell me your already chasing the boys here,” mom groaned.

“No, mom, I’m not. Let’s just go eat,” I said, but even then, I couldn’t seem to get the giant smile that was plastered on my face to go away.[/pre]

Chapter 3, coming soon.

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