So I have decided to do a series of one-shots with my favorite couple- Sandry and Briar!! 3 3 It's all going to be set in modern day times, and will vary from chapter to chapter, k?? But it will all be Sandry/Briar related, mostly romantic (kinda sorta)

The chapters will be based on the songs/ bumper stickers/ random thoughts that inspired them.

For the first and last time: I don't own the Circle of Magic Series or any songs. You will not see this disclaimer any more, so please, please, don't sue me!

-Haven't Met You Yet-

It was a normal summer day: you know, hot and with sun beating on my bare arms, making me wish that I was inside…or in a pool…or hell, anywhere but the side of a road waiting for a bus.

That was when I first saw her.

She was at the intersection, the indicator on her car showing that she would be passing along the street I was standing by. I had to keep in the laugh that was about to burst from my lips. She was singing at the tops of her lungs- or I assume the tops of her lungs, her windows were up- and shaking her head, sending her long and wavy brown hair flying in all directions, and laughing. What was hilarious was that she was alone in the car. Usually I would see a gaggle of girls dancing and singing in their car, having a good time. But this girl…she was different. She was alone in the car making a fool of herself, and she didn't seem to care.

She seemed to feel my eyes on her, and her gaze traveled to meet mine. I smirked at her, letting her know that yes, I am laughing at you, and her blue eyes narrowed to slits. When she got the green light, she immediately turned onto the street I was standing on and pulled up in front of me. A black car behind her honked his horn when she did that idiotic move- seriously, she could have gotten into an accident- but she ignored him as she hastily parked her SUV and jumped out to confront me. The song 'Haven't Met You Yet' by Michael Buble blasted out of the car, and I raised my eyebrows at the song.

She stalked up to me and jammed a finger into my face. "What are you laughing at, buster?" She demanded, her blue eyes were determined and sending off sparks in my direction, but I kept my demeanor nonchalant. No need to make her think I was afraid of her 5 foot 3 inch self.

Even though I was amazed she even bothered pick a fight with me about such a trivial thing.

"You." I answered, staring her down, but she never flinched or backed down. I hate to say it, but I was impressed. Not many people could keep eye contact with me for very long; girls because they would start to blush and giggle, and guys because I was so dang intimidating when I wanted to be. I gave her my best smile, which would send girls melting into puddles but her eyes narrowed further.

"Don't try that on me!" She yelled, stomping her foot.

"Try what?" I asked innocently, keeping the smile in place.

"You know what." She snapped. She rolled her eyes when my smile broadened. "You know, give me a smile that would send me swooning. I'm warning you, I don't fall for those tricks."

"Then I should maybe try some new ones." I was thoroughly enjoying this. Not everyday do I get the chance to flirt with such a cute girl, especially one who kept rejecting my attempts.

A smile twitched on the side of her mouth, and my smile turned triumphant. She saw the triumph in my grey-green eyes and she fought to keep the smile off her face, but I could tell she was succumbing to my charm. I jerked my head in the direction of her car and asked offhandedly, "Michael Buble? Nice."

She nodded and looked at her car, which was still playing the song she was singing. She blushed a little, and that flash of color on her cheeks made her seem, I don't know, more innocent somehow. "Yeah, I really like that song. Honestly though, I didn't know it was by him. Heck, I've never even heard of him before."

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Seriously? So you just decided to listen and dance to his song without even knowing who it was by?" I laughed and her cheeks got redder.

"Well, yeah." She mumbled. She glanced at her car again anxiously, and seemed agitated. "I, uh, have to go." I raised an eyebrow inquisitively, and she continued. "Yeah I agreed to meet my friend Daja at the movies and now I think I might be late." She admitted.

"Sure, sure." I didn't let my tone imply what I was really feeling: that I would remain here even after she had left, thinking about her. She intrigued me, and I had no idea why. She spun around but before she hopped into her car, I stopped her with a hand on her wrist. She glared at my hand then at me and I shrugged my shoulder, not really regretting grabbing her hand so rudely. "Hey, you can't expect to leave without me knowing your name." I grinned. "After all, you did come and accost me. I think I deserve something for not calling the cops on a crazy girl."

She smiled, and my breath caught in my throat. She had such a gorgeous smile, and it made her blue eyes sparkle. "Sandry."

I snorted, thinking she was giving me a false name but then I realized she was serious. "Well, that's an interesting name." I choked out, trying to cover my chuckle, but instead of getting offended like I thought she would she just brushed it off.

"Nah, I think it's a weird name too. And that's just a nickname. You should hear my real name."

I grinned. "Let me hear it then."

Her blue eyes sparkled and she flicked her brown hair over her shoulder. "Maybe next time we meet." Hope rose in my chest.

"Until next time then."

"Until then…?"

I realized I never gave her my name. "Briar Moss." She stared at me in amazement and a startled laugh escaped from her lips. I shrugged again. She wasn't the only one with an odd name.

"I like you, Briar Moss." She stated bluntly, a smile gracing her beautiful lips. She reached across to her glove compartment and pulled out a Sharpie marker. Taking the hand that still held hers, she scribbled down a number on the upside of my wrist. Releasing my hand, she closed the door and rolled down her windows. "Call me." She said, her blue eyes smoldering. Then she pulled away from the curb, leaving me speechless. I shook my head. Usually I was the one to leave girls gasping for air, but she turned the tables on me.

I spun around and stuck my hands into my pockets, and started to whistle 'Haven't Met You Yet.' I glanced at the number she gave me- 555-1905- and thought, maybe I have found you.

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