Story B) page 1: First Meeting

He’s right there.  All I would have to do is say something.  Anything.  Okay, not anything because knowing me I would start with something like did you know that 90% of males masturbate?  Which is true, but totally not a good segue into, my name is Ivy and I will gladly bear your children.  Actually it isn’t a good segue into anything for that matter.  I don’t even know why I was thinking about that.  I bet he doesn’t even have to masturbate.  Look at him.  Oh hell, I need to stop looking at him, and stop thinking about him.  And definitely come up with a better introduction.

“Ivy! Where have you been?  I thought we were meeting in front of the cafeteria.”

Finally!  Something to distract me from the absurd thoughts running through my brain.  Then again seeing my less-then-pleased roommate stomping towards me was not that great of a transition.  She was taller then me, more fit then me too.  She likes sports.  I on the other hand do not.  Her long dark hair looked all tousled and perfect.  And the fact it was almost a hundred degrees outside didn’t seem to effect her or her body at all.  She looked good, even with the angry scowl she was sporting.

“Don’t be angry.  I had to…” Oh great, what was I doing before staring at boy-whose-name-I-do-not-yet-know? 

“Had to what?” she says, folding her hands over her chest. 

“Had to go over my Calc test with Professor Higgins.  He marked two of my answers wrong that were right.” I say in a rush, the words tumbling out as soon as I remembered them.

“Well you could have texted me.”

“My phone died.  I am sorry Jillian.”  Not to mention I kind of forgot.

“Don’t worry about it.  We can eat in the café down stairs.” She states, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the stairs and Mr. dreamy, until she stops suddenly and I run right into her.

“Michael?” she asks.

And then he turns around.

“Jillian.  Hey.” And just like I imagined, his voice was amazing, kind of husky but still soft enough to sound totally hot.

“It’s so weird seeing you outside the theater.” Jillian continues. 

“We should fix that.” He replies, stepping closer to us.  And I would be completely stoked about all this new information, aka his name, and that he is now exactly 2 feet away from me, if not for A) I seem to be invisible and B) Jillian knows him.  Which may not seem like a problem now, but just wait.  It will be.  It always is.

“How rude of me.  Michael this is my roommate Ivy.  Ivy this is Michael Fell.  My partner in crime from my Acting class.”

She emphasized acting class.  Meaning I was supposed to remember something.  And that something was that she had already mentioned this Michael Fell to me.   He was her partner in the big scene that was due next month.  And he was amazing and nice and she already has a crush on him.  A big crush.

Thus, I am not allowed to have a crush on him.  She has dibbed him.  Staked her claim as it were.  She is my best friend and her happiness is more important then some guy I have been semi-stalking for a week.  I'll be over him tomorrow.

“Nice to meet you.” He says, holding out his hand.  His hair was a light brown that he kept short.  And he had brown eyes that reminded me of hot chocolate.  His smile was beautiful, and his skin was soft as I shook his hand.

“Likewise.” I reply, not saying what I was really thinking.  That I am so screwed.