Authors note:
So, just something small that came into my head. I have about 3 chapters so far.
A Chance Encounter
Chapter 1
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Michonne drove over to her best friend Maggie's home. Pulling into her driveway, she noticed that her usual parking spot wasn't available. Currently, a black SUV was parked in that space. Hmm did Glenn get a new car? Michonne thought. She parked her white BMW behind Maggie's red Mini Cooper.
She turned off her car engine and leaned across her passenger seat to grab her handbag and a blue gift bag.
Michonne knocked on the blue door and waited for an answer. She turned around again to spy the brand new SUV. It was a very expensive car. Very impressive.
Maggie came to the front door and opened it.
"Hey, didn't know you were stopping by," Maggie said.
"Yeah, I just thought I would stop by on my way home after work. I have this for my god son," she said, holding up the bag in her hand.
"Oh, come in. He will love whatever you bought," Maggie said, stepping to the side.
Michonne noticed a pair of worn cowboy boots in the hallway. Are they cowboys in Atlanta? She kicked off her own black heels right next to the strange boots.
"Did Glenn get a new car?" Michonne asked, moving into the hallway.
"No its-"Maggie was about to finish her sentence. But Michonne had already turned the corner into her living room.
Michonne's breathing came to a stop. She thought that she had identified who the missing cowboy boots and the black SUV must have belonged to. It was the man that stood before her.
She cast her eyes from his black socks, up to his worn black denim distressed jeans. She carried on further up to his light blue denim shirt, admiring the way it fit over his toned chest and arms. He had dark brown curly tresses and a thick beard - full of grey hair - surrounded his pink, pouty lips. Lastly, she noticed piercing blue eyes that captivated her at that very moment.
Pulling them both from their joint staring contest was Hershel himself.
"Aunt Michonne!" the little boy smiled with glee.
He ran into Michonne, wrapping his arms around her legs.
"Hey buddy, I brought you something." She held the gift bag up and handed it to him. He took the gift between his chubby fingers.
She could feel Rick's eyes burning into her. She slowly stood up, watching Hershel open his gift.
Maggie moved past the pair, smiling. She could see the instant connection they both shared.
"Oh Michonne, this is my brother Rick, and Rick this is my best friend Michonne the one I was telling you about," her green eyes were full of mischief.
Maggie was talking about me to this guy? Michonne thought.
Michonne dared to catch his eyes again. She stretched and leaned her hand over. Rick did the same; his handshake was firm. I wonder how his hands would feel on my skin. They shook hands just a little too long. They continued to stare at each other. Michonne was hypnotised by the stranger before her.
"Nice to meet you Michonne." Rick's accent was thick and strong.
"And you," she smiled, letting go of his hand.
"Lego! Cool! Uncle Rick, can you help me build it?" Hershel asked, jumping up and down.
"Thank you Aunt Michonne." He wrapped his arms around Michonne another time.
"No problem," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah sure, little man come on." Rick picked Hershel up in his arms.
"Let's leave mommy and her nice friend to talk," Rick smiled, carrying his nephew out of the room.
"That is your brother Rick?" Michonne asked, picking up the picture frame from the mantel piece and holding it up between her manicured nails.
"That's him. That's the same man," Maggie said, pointing to the picture.
"It can't be."
"Well, he beefed up over the last 6 months," Maggie grinned.
Michonne could tell he had been working out, but she could not believe that the man that stood before her 10 minutes ago was the same guy as in the photo in her hand. She placed the frame back down.
"Is he straight?" Michonne asked, turning to face her friend.
"Yes, 100%," Maggie said, giggling.
"Age?"
"He's 32."
"Hmm, not a bad age," Michonne replied, grinning.
"Is he married?"
"No, he's divorced actually about two years ago now."
Michonne nodded her head.
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
"No, not that I know of," Maggie laughed, placing her hand over her mouth.
"Does he have any Kids?" Michonne's eyes widened.
"No. Plus, you don't think I would know if I had some nieces and nephews running about? Rick and his ex-wife, they er...tried but couldn't." Maggie frowned.
Michonne nodded her head slowly.
"I can give you his number if you're so interested," Maggie grinned, folding her arms over her chest.
Michonne smirked. "Ok," she whispered.
"He's just recently moved to Atlanta too. It was good for everybody; we missed him. Anyway, do you want a cup of tea?" Maggie asked, unfolding her arms.
"Yeah sure."
Maggie went to boil the kettle. Michonne pulled her iPhone from her bag. She tapped the buttons on the screen, sending a quick text to Andrea.
Michonne: Hey, I am just at Maggie's and her brother is hot! X
Knowing that it wouldn't take her best friend long to text her back. It didn't.
Andrea: How hot are we talking? And does he have a friend lol X
Michonne: Like hotter than any guy here in Atlanta. He's from the country and his voice is making me feel things. Things I haven't felt in a long time. I have never seen anyone like him before. It's making me think I want to start dating again. And...I will ask if he has a friend. X
Maggie came in a few minutes later, handing a warm mug of tea over to Michonne. Michonne took the cup out of her hands, taking a small sip as her eyes, once again, caught the man in the photo frame.
A few weeks later...
Michonne stood over her faucet trying to turn the tap off, but it wouldn't switch off. She kept turning it one way, then other way, then back the other way. It wouldn't switch off. Why won't it switch off? Michonne thought. She started to panic. The water was gushing all over her new tiled flooring, the worktop sides, and over her clothes.
She had one hand over the leaking tap, while leaning over with the other hand to grab her phone. She dialled the last number, which was Maggie.
"Hello?"
"Hi Maggie, I need help! My tap won't switch off. There's water going everywhere. Can you send Glenn around?" Michonne's voice hitched slightly.
"Oh, he's just gone out... I will call my brother!" Maggie replied.
"No. Maggie please. Send Glenn. Maggie-"Michonne silently, begged.
It was too late, as Maggie had already put the phone down, no doubt calling her brother Rick.
"Damn it!" Michonne said, looking at her phone which now said "call ended". She threw her iPhone on the side, far away from the water. Michonne hadn't called Rick when Maggie gave her his number. It was about to be awkward now.
Michonne looked down at her white t-shirt, which was now sticking to her skin. Her nipples were hard and could now be seen through her top and she wasn't wearing a bra today.
"Oh God, No. Why didn't I wearing a bra?" Michonne questioned herself.
She heard the front door unlock and footsteps enter her house. She knew it was Rick. Rick was in her home.
"Michonne?" Rick shouted out.
Authors note:
What do we think will happen now? Thanks again for reading. If you have time, please leave a review.