Next Contestant

by KelciLynn

That was the Friday night that my whole world changed, the Friday that I first saw her. She had shoulder length blonde hair and was wearing a black leather miniskirt with a white shirt and jean jacket. She was working that night, serving drinks and being hit on, though she looked hardly legal to me. The tag on her jacket said that her name was Katie. She was perfect. R&R!

1. Love at First Sight

Next Contestant

Chapter One:

A/N: I got this idea when I was listening to Next Contestant by Nickelback. I just had to write this!

Johnny's POV:

The sports bar was loud and chaotic, exactly the place that I tended to avoid. The only reason I was there was because I'd been pressured by a few acquaintances from work into going with them one Friday night.

That was the Friday night that my whole world changed, the Friday that I first saw her. She had shoulder length blonde hair and was wearing a black leather miniskirt with a white shirt and jean jacket. She was working that night, serving drinks and being hit on, though she looked hardly legal to me. The tag on her jacket said that her name was Katie. She was perfect.

As my luck would have it, the first words out of my mouth were a stuttering apology after I immediately knocked over the drink she had just served me. She had flashed me a lovely smile and told me not to worry about it.

While my buddies from work all watched sports on the flat screens, I watched her. I was trying not to look like a creeper, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I ordered too many drinks to count that night; mostly pouring them into the potted plant near the booth where I was sitting; trying to keep her near our table.

Being the loser I was, I couldn't work up the courage to ask her out, or even attempt to hit on her. As I drove home late that night, I realized that I would have to go back. I wouldn't be able to rest until she was mine.

For the next few weeks, I frequented that sports bar. Finally, after a lot of awkward attempts at flirting, I asked her out.

She had just served me a Vodka cranberry. "Wait," I said. As I stood up, my knee hit the table, nearly knocking the glass over.

She paused and looked at me, her head cocked to the side. "Yes?"

"Would you... Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

"Sure," she said. "I'm free Friday night."

"Sounds great," I said. "I'm Johnny, by the way."

"Katie," she replied, smiling as she wrote her address down on a napkin. After she walked away, I sat at the booth and stared at the napkin in my hand. Her handwriting was elegant and swirly, very girly. In the bottom corner, she'd drawn a little heart. I folded it carefully and put it in my wallet, where it's been ever since.