Author's note: alright, I got some reviews and people asked me to make a flashback scene in "My own little butterflies" about when Danny and Lauren met, but it didn't seem relevant in that story, so here's a one-shot about it.

Finally, my mom was letting me drive her SUV. I was sixteen and finally had my license.

God, the radio on this car was hard to work. I looked down and fumbled with the dial, trying to turn it off of my mom's classical music.

BAM! What the hell?

Oh dammit. I looked up to see a bike, bent and crumpled on the concrete.

"What the hell did you do that for, jerk?" I heard a girl yell. I looked up to see the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on standing next to the bike. She looked pissed, but still so beautiful. I could do nothing but stare.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" she yelled. I swallowed nervously. "Watch where you're going, jerk!" she yelled and went to pick up her bike.

Once she was out of my eyeline, I could think straight. I got out of the car and helped her with the bike. "I'm so sorry. I was paying attention. I can give you a ride home after school if you need it,"

She locked up the broke bike and scoffed. "As if I would take a ride from you. It's obvious you cant drive,"

I looked into her brown eyes and my heart swam. "S-sorry," I stuttered.

She looked back into my eyes and hers seemed to soften.

"Can I walk you to class?" I asked.

"Do you walk better than you drive?"

"Yes," I laughed. "I just got to park my car. It wont take long,"

"Yeah, but I'm not into waiting, sorry," she smirked and started walking away.

"Wait!" I called. "Can I at least have your name?"

She called her answer of her shoulder. "If you can figure it out, then you can walk me to class!"

I watched her walk away and took in a deep breath, steadying myself. Damn. Oh hot damn. This girl was made for me, I could tell. I didn't know what was happening. I couldn't think straight and my heart felt like jell-o. What was wrong with me?

After school that day, I drove home-carefully-to find my dad sitting on the couch, writing a band review in his notebook. I sat down next to him.

"Dad, I've gotta talk to you,"

He closed the notebook and turned to me. "Yes?"

"Do you remember when you told me you found mom in high school, awkwardly, rudely, and you just knew she was the one? AND that it happens to all the Goldsworthy's?"

He smiled because he knew what was happening. "Yes,"

"Well I found her. I found my girl,"

"Did you?"

"I hit her bike today and almost ran her over. Then she was pissy and mean but oh god was it hot,"

He laughed. "Then she's probably the one,"

I smiled. "Is it normal to feel this way?"

"Oh yes. It's the good stuff, Danny. What's her name?"

"I don't know,"

"Well, what grade is she in?"

"I don't know," I repeated.

He laughed. "Then she's definitely the one,"

I sighed. "I'll figure it out. I know I will. She will be mine," I promised. "My girl,"

Author's note: so hit or miss? I kinda like it. Let me know…