Chapter 1

My life had never been easy; but, when I was a kid, I never did anything to fix it. Since I was little, my parents had never supported me or anything I had done.

The day I took my first steps, my mother kicked me the ottoman, giving me something to lean on, instead of her support. My first day of school, my father made me stand at the bus stop in nothing but an ugly hand me down school uniform. I still remember the feeling or the lack thereof of my fingers and toes freezing. When I wanted to bring a friend home from school for the first time, they said they didn't believe someone even talked to me. When we passed a music store one day and I gushed over a beautiful acoustic in the front window, my mother told me that I could never do something like learn to play an instrument.

It went on like this until I turned 18, then I was kicked out. It didn't take me long to move on, to forget, I'd been waiting for a chance to be honest. I cut my long black hair short and dyed it an electric blue, something that I had wanted to do forever, but was never allowed. My parents had sent me to work over the years, they gave me some cash for my time but kept most of my pay for their own personal "needs". It piled up over the years, eventually giving me enough money to apply for law course in college. Thankfully, I got a grant for my hard work in High School. It helped quite a lot with tuition, but it wasn't enough.

I had made one splurge during my time with my parents, amateur dj equipment. God knows how I was allowed all that and not a simple guitar. Overtime I had improved significantly and was confident in my skills as a DJ.

Later on, right before I started college, I invested in some advanced equipment and decided to take it up as part time job to help pay off my tuition. Without a doubt it led to some interesting experiences to say the least. But, one night in particular would turn out to be different.

I expected an ordinary night like all the others; and ordinary was quite the stretch for me. I was used to crowds even then, ranging from drunk frat boys to snobby rich people, holding the stem of their wine glasses between their fingers.

This party was quite posh. But, what made it so beautifully unexpected was the short blonde girl who I accidentally drenched in green tea that ironically matched her ruffled blouse. Saying it was unprofessional wasn't scraping the surface of what I did. Though without that one fateful screw up, my life would not be what it is now. So, without further ado, I'll begin the tale of how I met Peridot.

I had to piss like no one else's business and I had to come up with a situation fast or things would get really messy, real fast. I'd been taking advantage of the free tea just outside the ballroom of the resort since earlier in the evening and it was all catching up to me. After a bit of thinking, I put on Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody and made a run for it, not even taking the time to put down what was in my hand. I got back with about two minutes to spare and a full dance floor.

As the song faded out, I felt my blood run cold as I realised I had left my requests sheet in the bathroom. Not being able to do much, I threw Boney M.'s Rasputin on the other side of the deck and waited.

I could tell you from personal experience that nothing influences a dance floor much like Rasputin. To an outside observer, it would seem that in the ten seconds flat, the entire place was full of Russians. As it switched over, most of the room erupted in hollars and drunken businessmen strutted onto the dance floor.

Again, I left my station and grabbed my mug hoping that I would be able to get another cup on the way. Crossing the room and side stepping multiple intoxicated snobs as I went, I jogged into the hallway and towards the bathroom.

During my mid-hallway run, I passed the buffet table taking a moment to stop and drool, dreaming of when I'd get my hands on those deserts. Being basically staff meant that I was last to go when it came to the food, but at least it was free. I stopped and had my moment then continued running, but I didn't make it very far. Before i stepped much further, I felt my arm crash against something solid and when I turned around...

I saw Her...

A/N : And we're back! G here, and I'm here to tell you we're back in business:) Gwen and I got a little carried away with our studies, but we couldn't stop ourselves from coming back to G2 !

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