A/n : No, this story is NOT about me! My friend, whose fanfic name is
MegHarts, requested that I write a story about her and certain people she
dreams of meeting (yes, Meghan, you are only dreaming, no matter how much
you think it will happen!!!). Anyways, I hope ya'll enjoy this and know
that I am not some conceited freak who is writing about themself. Yeah,
that'd be all. Buhbye now.
CHAPTER ONE
Meg Hearts stepped quickly out of the building, tripped over a cat, and landed facedown in the street gutter. She sighed and turned over, directing her gaze at the structure of stone and steel that loomed mercilessly over her. Where the day had begun - and where it was undoubtedly ending, with the smashing of another dream.
Still, Meg had hope.
She was a 20-year-old American girl all alone in England, desperately trying to get into the University of Oxford, her dream school (why it was her dream school, don't ask me). Trouble was, she first had to scrape together enough money to pay the tuition. She had been scouring countless cities, looking for jobs, but no one wanted to hire her because of certain things that the . . .ahem . . . "president" of her country had done lately. She had been turned away from countless establishments with forced smiles and polite "We don't have any openings at the moment"-s.
Okay, fine, maybe Meg really didn't have any hope.
Feeling the enthusiasm drain from her tired self, she lay in the street gutter, dramatically throwing her arms to the side and heaving great sighs of misery and woe. More than a couple passerbys gave curious glances, but Meg did not notice them in her tortured state. However, it was hard to miss the tall, thin male figure who stopped next to her and commenced staring.
"Um, could you move over a little? You're blocking my sunlight, which is very rare in this horrible foggy country and which I need desperately if I am ever to get a job, or even a life" spoke Meg, gazing up at the face concealed by a ring of sunbeams.
The figure tried to conceal his laughter, but totally cracked up, laughing for what seemed, to Meg, like 5 hours. Once he regained his composure, though, he also recovered his English gentlemanliness and kneeled down next to Meg in the gutter.
"I'm sorry you're not enjoying my country more, Unidentified American Girl. I can't help your feelings about England. But if you really need work, that store across the street seems to be hiring." His voice had a Canterbury accent, and was altogether quite pleasant. Meg's eyes, still dazzled by the sun, couldn't quite make out his face, but it seemed familiar.
Obediently, Meg looked at the spot he was pointing out across the road. There she saw a huge, ornate-looking store with dazzling displays of stylish clothing in its front window. Across the street in front of it was an enourmous, flashing sign that read:
HIRING Young People In Desperate Need of Work W E L C O M E
in fluorescent letters. Meg smiled sheepishly.
"Um, I guess I missed that earlier."
The not-so-strange stranger smiled and shook his head. "Now you know. Well, I have some unfinished business to attend to and I must leave you to your job hunt. Good luck. Oh, and please get out of the gutter." He vanished off into the crowds of businesspeople.
Meg was extremely puzzled. Why did he stop to help her? Why did his voice sound familiar? And why wouldn't her eyes stop seeing sunspots so that she could clearly view his face???
Who was that masked man?
Meg sighed. Whoever he was, he had been v. kind to kneel down in the street and help her. And he was pretty damn hot. Well, what she could see of him was.
She told herself to stop thinking about him, and wearily stood up. That was when Meg noticed that her clothes were covered in dirty water, mud, and other assorted muck. Well, that's what she gets for lying in an English gutter!
"Shut up, you" scowled Meg.
No.
"Fine then! I'll just go back to my flat and change. I'll try for a job tomorrow. Then the sun'll come out."
Meg caught a bus back to her tiny room. She fell asleep before reaching her destination, but woke up just in time to jump off the bus, accidentally leaving her wallet on her seat. She tiredly climbed the stairs, then unlocked the door to 15-A. Meg collapsed on her couch, praying to God that tomorrow would be a better day.
**sorry that this chapter was so boring, but I had to set the scene and stuff.you know how it is. Promise the next will be new and exciting!
- K
CHAPTER ONE
Meg Hearts stepped quickly out of the building, tripped over a cat, and landed facedown in the street gutter. She sighed and turned over, directing her gaze at the structure of stone and steel that loomed mercilessly over her. Where the day had begun - and where it was undoubtedly ending, with the smashing of another dream.
Still, Meg had hope.
She was a 20-year-old American girl all alone in England, desperately trying to get into the University of Oxford, her dream school (why it was her dream school, don't ask me). Trouble was, she first had to scrape together enough money to pay the tuition. She had been scouring countless cities, looking for jobs, but no one wanted to hire her because of certain things that the . . .ahem . . . "president" of her country had done lately. She had been turned away from countless establishments with forced smiles and polite "We don't have any openings at the moment"-s.
Okay, fine, maybe Meg really didn't have any hope.
Feeling the enthusiasm drain from her tired self, she lay in the street gutter, dramatically throwing her arms to the side and heaving great sighs of misery and woe. More than a couple passerbys gave curious glances, but Meg did not notice them in her tortured state. However, it was hard to miss the tall, thin male figure who stopped next to her and commenced staring.
"Um, could you move over a little? You're blocking my sunlight, which is very rare in this horrible foggy country and which I need desperately if I am ever to get a job, or even a life" spoke Meg, gazing up at the face concealed by a ring of sunbeams.
The figure tried to conceal his laughter, but totally cracked up, laughing for what seemed, to Meg, like 5 hours. Once he regained his composure, though, he also recovered his English gentlemanliness and kneeled down next to Meg in the gutter.
"I'm sorry you're not enjoying my country more, Unidentified American Girl. I can't help your feelings about England. But if you really need work, that store across the street seems to be hiring." His voice had a Canterbury accent, and was altogether quite pleasant. Meg's eyes, still dazzled by the sun, couldn't quite make out his face, but it seemed familiar.
Obediently, Meg looked at the spot he was pointing out across the road. There she saw a huge, ornate-looking store with dazzling displays of stylish clothing in its front window. Across the street in front of it was an enourmous, flashing sign that read:
HIRING Young People In Desperate Need of Work W E L C O M E
in fluorescent letters. Meg smiled sheepishly.
"Um, I guess I missed that earlier."
The not-so-strange stranger smiled and shook his head. "Now you know. Well, I have some unfinished business to attend to and I must leave you to your job hunt. Good luck. Oh, and please get out of the gutter." He vanished off into the crowds of businesspeople.
Meg was extremely puzzled. Why did he stop to help her? Why did his voice sound familiar? And why wouldn't her eyes stop seeing sunspots so that she could clearly view his face???
Who was that masked man?
Meg sighed. Whoever he was, he had been v. kind to kneel down in the street and help her. And he was pretty damn hot. Well, what she could see of him was.
She told herself to stop thinking about him, and wearily stood up. That was when Meg noticed that her clothes were covered in dirty water, mud, and other assorted muck. Well, that's what she gets for lying in an English gutter!
"Shut up, you" scowled Meg.
No.
"Fine then! I'll just go back to my flat and change. I'll try for a job tomorrow. Then the sun'll come out."
Meg caught a bus back to her tiny room. She fell asleep before reaching her destination, but woke up just in time to jump off the bus, accidentally leaving her wallet on her seat. She tiredly climbed the stairs, then unlocked the door to 15-A. Meg collapsed on her couch, praying to God that tomorrow would be a better day.
**sorry that this chapter was so boring, but I had to set the scene and stuff.you know how it is. Promise the next will be new and exciting!
- K