Author's Note
Heyo fam,
What you're about to read is the seedling of this story. This chap inspired and reviews inspired me to create a story out of it.
This might seem familiar because I have it posted in my Daily Lives of SPR one-shot fic.
So yall can skip and go to the next chap if you've already read it.
Plz review, favorite, and everything. Thank.
She slowly strolled through the park with her book in hand, unaware of her surroundings.
She inhaled the fresh air, then exhaled. She needed an escape from her life, luckily there was a nearby park.
'Glad I decided to not be a hermit today,' she thought to herself as she continued to walk unknowingly towards a stranger.
CRASH
She suddenly smacked into a wall...
A wall that ... breathed?
'And smelled good too.'
A cough brought her back to reality.
She looked up into a pair of cold blue eyes.
She was a woman who didn't normally care about looks, but she couldn't help but admire the man's eyes, though they may have been glaring at her. She began to steel herself to apologize. Until he opened his mouth...
"Are you just going to stand there after you sniffed me? I knew I had good looks but I didn't know I also smelled that good."
Her cheeks flushed in anger, she glared at him.
"Oh to hell with that attitude asshole," she growled out.
He simply narrowed his eyes and smirked, "How about an apology?"
She smiled sweetly, "Oh, you want an apology?"
"I'm pretty sure you heard me," he started condescendingly, "Or are you that big of an idiot."
She strained to keep her 'smile' on her face, "Well luckily," she started in a low voice, "You can shove any desire of an apology up your arrogant ass."
The man opted to get away from his meddling family and ended up in this park. Not only did the scenery soothe him, but he also stumbled upon her.
He simply stared into the light brown eyes. He felt quite content in the presence of this person, a female no less, after all, they usually used him to get to his twin brother. But she didn't try to seduce him, making him somewhat happy.
His eyes trailed down to the book she held, 'Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz'. Intrigued to what the book was about he plucked it from her hands.
Her jaw dropped, she could not believe how rude this man was. First, he has this narcissistic attitude. Then, demands an apology. Now, he just took her book from her hands. She watched in amazement as he completely ignored her and read her book.
Collected from folklore and Retold by Alvin Schwartz, Drawings by Stephen Gammell.
'Interesting.'
"Dear god," she muttered, "How rude can one person be?"
He simply stood and flipped the pages in reply, mainly fascinated by the grotesque drawings and stories.
"You do not seem like the type to be interested in stories like these," he commented and motioned to the book in his hand.
"And how are you to know that when we barely know each other?" she asked while looking away.
He looked up at her smiled slightly, "That's a statement that might change."
"And why would you say that?" she retorted.
He simply shrugged.
She jumped in surprise as she felt he phone vibrating in her pocket.
She took it out and answered, "Hello?"
"Where are you?"
"Oh, I'm at the park."
"Well hurry up and come back, I don't know what to do with her."
"Ok, I'll be there in a few minutes," with that she hung up.
She snatched the book right from the narcissistic man, "Well, it seems I have to go." And for some reason, she felt disappointed as she said that.
She looked up and saw that he was staring straight at her.
"I'm afraid that statement will have to remain true," she mumbled as she turned around.
He grabbed her wrist to stop her, "Wait."
"At least tell me your name."
"Mai Taniyama," and with that, she ran.
When she was far enough she stopped. She was breathing heavily while holding her hand towards her heart. 'Oh god, what was that? Why am I feeling like this about a man I barely met?'
She looked at the book and flipped through the pages, and noticed on the first page a name was written.
"Oliver Davis."