How You Met From A Short Day Of Work

“Hey Phoebe! Wait up! Can you do me a favor? I need you to ride my bike home. Dillon Rigby’s mother is taking a bunch of us to his house so we can rehearse the announcement for Friday’s basketball game.”

Jane parked Trent’s car and climbed out, taking a moment to look around. It wasn’t the best neighborhood in Lawndale. Not bad by any means, but not as nice as Daria’s. It certainly wasn’t where she expected a fashion princess to live. Stacy’s home was average for the neighborhood, a modest two story house painted a soft blue; it was set apart by a beautifully manicured lawn with flowering bushes lining the front of the house and a pair of small, well groomed trees in the yard. It didn’t suit a fashion princess, but it seemed to suit the girl she’d been getting to know the past week. Jane reminded herself again to try not to freak Stacy out and headed up the walk. She knocked on the door and, after a short wait, a woman who looked to

He goes faster. I go faster. He breathes harder. I breathe harder. He passes the finish line. I stand ten feet behind him, devastated by my loss. Unnecessarily dramatically, I fall to my knees, trying my hardest to use my acting skills to create some fake tears. Zane realizes my attempt to be an overreacter, but he still sees my genuine sadness. Even though we’re both sweaty, Zane walks back over to me, and wraps me up in a big hug. Alex and Grandma catch up to us in the garden, and we start to set up our

When I returned home from visiting Jerry’s brother. Opening my mailbox, I found an envelope without a return address on it. Recognizing Jerry’s secretary, Angela’s handwriting, I hesitated to open it, since I wasn’t interested in reading about her wild love affair with my husband. At first, I started to put it in the trash, and then thought I might want to read it later, sticking the envelope in my purse, I went in the house.

“i only say that because i have something to tell you…” she continued, but this time in a new tone. I sat up immediately because i had heard this tone before, through the millions of ‘TMI’ conversations we have had.

I wish I could tell you that Vitya Anderson and I fell in love and never looked back. I wish I could tell you that I wake up to her every morning with my face buried in her strawberry hair. I wish I could tell you I spent the rest of my life staring at the New Jersey girl who looked as beautiful as California. I wish I could tell you we had children together, running around our backyard with their scabby knees and lemonade hands. I wish I could tell you we took a yearly vacation to the Dominican and that she got drunk every year and made a beautiful fool of herself.

Abigail's chocolate eyes scanned across the room until she saw an anxious looking figure who seemed to begged to be noticed by her, it was the love of her life, Madeline Turner. She smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair and called a water break in order to break away from the whole basketball vibe to surround herself in Maddy. She smiled down at her as she huffed and puffed, wiping sweat off her forehead with her practice jersey and a pearly white smile glistened as her lips curled up at the sight of Madeline Turner right before her. "Babe! Why the worried expression?" She questioned, wrapping a sweaty arm around

As the story goes there was quite a handsome man in Carleton Place, and all the girls admired him. But, in all honesty he just couldn’t find a wife to suit his taste. One night when he was on his way home from a get together he met a girl on the road back into town. Immediately he was smitten, and they began to see each other. She came from a family with no monetary means, but her family was decent and of very strict morals. At the end of each time they met she didn’t even allow him to accompany her to the porch, only to the final bend in the road. Time was scarce with this young lady as she was always helping her parents with the never-ending chores around the house.

Aunt Madeline closes the door swiftly behind her when she enters. She has one of those smiles that seem like they could glow if she allowed it freedom. Her blonde hair is tucked into a neat bun. She has a formal, yet soft presence.

"I'll meet you at the coffee shop in five." Darcy said into the phone and hung up directly after.

One day, Annie was walking around the palace, pretending to be the prince’s maid. There she found the prince on his golden clothes charmingly taking a walk on the garden. As he turned around to leave, he saw Annie peeping over him behind the bush. He glanced at her and asked, “Are you my maid? I haven’t seen you before.”

As I was trying to conceal my identity in hopes of getting out of a very, very long conversation with my boss, I ran into a pole, yes a pole, and guess who helped me up? My boss, which led to a conversation with him that lasted a record breaking forty-five minutes. When the conversation finally came to a close, I realized that I had lost her. But I didn’t give up hope, because I shad just seen her walk into a Rue21 store. So I ran across the street, and in the process nearly getting run over by a moped. Finally, I walked into the Rue21 store, just as she was about to walk out. I reached out, grabbed her arm, and said, “where’s my money!” Then, she said, “what money, I don’t have any money”! Say what? We both dissolved into a fit of laughter, and she said, “Hello Em, how are you”? I said, “I’m good, how about you”? She replied, “I am great, I’m spending some money I inherited from my aunt Gertrude.” In my head I was thinking, that makes so much more sense! After a moment, I added, “I’m glad you remembered the way we used to greet each other back in high school.” Laughing, she added “Yes, looking back, I always laugh at how silly that was!” “Do you want to get some coffee and have some time to chat”? I asked. In reply, she said, “I’d love to, but I have to go and be with my husband,

Mary was put together fairly well. Her hair perfectly curled to a T. Dressed for a wintery weekend in the big city. The red beannie showcases her flawless brown eyes. But yet she scurries. Dragging her suitcase frantically through the airport. People turn to look at her, but not for the reasons you would think. She trips spilling all the belongings of her purse, in panic quickly starts to pick them up.“Oh here let me help you with that” says a rather attractive man with a thick Australian accent as he bends down to assist her. “Thank you so much,” as the two stand up, “I’m in a real big hurry , about to miss my flight!” She uneasily proclaims as she stands up to lock eyes with the man. “Thank you again!” Mary yells as she turns and runs to

It was a beautiful day in Chicago. Stephanie decides to invite her friends to take a walk at the Millennium Park. Stephanie is 5’3 feet tall, with long brown curly hair and brown eyes. At the park all they would be doing was taking pictures together, talking about how their future would be and what they plan to major as a career. On the way home, she seen a cute tall guy with hazel eyes and brown hair pass by that smiles at her. Stephanie did not know whether to say hi or to smile back at him so, she just decides to keep walking without saying or doing anything.

Just then the bus pulls up with a loud groan and everyone waiting pours in. I sit next to Alex and talk as we wait for the bus to arrive at her stop. The bus only takes 15 minutes to get to Alex’s house, despite our houses being close together, it would've taken 20 more minutes for me to get home. Finally the bus slowly stops at her stop and we walk to her house, she lives in a nice red brick two story house. Ellie cheers that Alex is home and that she brought me.(1) “ Yay you're home! And you brought Jess! (13) She is so awesome and so pretty!” Then Ellie holds up a handheld mirror and I see myself. I see my black curly hair impossible to tame that frames my face and my chocolate brown eyes.