Tuesday, May 13th

'Alright, eggs, soy milk, bread, rice, some vegetables, frozen food and-'

I looked up from my shopping list to see a large crowd of people running towards me. A skinny blond haired man came straight at me and of course, shoved me out of the way.

My groceries flew out of the bags. Produce was stepped on and trampled by running civilians. I skid when I fell, resulting in scraped knees. "Thanks douche!" I shouted.

A black haired man stood above me and held out his sleek hand. I took it and he helped me stand up. I brushed the dirt off of my dress. "Thank you.. for helping me." I bowed slightly to the stranger. He just smiled at me. It was a little creepy, to say the least. "You're welcome, Naomi-chan!" He said as he twirled around.

The air caught his black fur trimmed coat, which revealed a knife on the inside. 'Wait a minute, how does he know me? "Naomi-chan"? Who does this man think he is?'

"Izaya!" The odd man and I both turn to see the owner of the voice that shouted oh-so-loudly. He was an attractive blond man who wore a bartenders outfit. 'Is every guy my age weird or is it just ones I meet?' I thought.

The blond man removed a street sign and liftedit over his head. He threw it towards whom I'm guessing to be Izaya. He quickly ran away leaving me alone, scared out of my mind. The sign didn't hit me luckily, but I was still shocked. I slowly dropped to my knees out of fear. 'That sign could have hit me. I would have been a goner for sure!'

I looked up to see the sign-thrower-man leaning down. He took both of my hands and pulled me up. For the second time today, I dusted off my dress and ran my fingers through my hair. My knees were slightly bleeding from the earlier fall.

I looked around me to see my purchases scattered.

"Hey," He began. "Sorry about that. If you wanna blame someone, blame that damn Izaya Orihara. You aren't hurt, besides your knees, right?"

I nodded. "It's alright. My knees will heal up. My main worry right now is the mess." I groaned and ran my fingers through my side swept bangs.

I began picking up the not totally ruined items and placing them back into bags. I saw hands reach for a pile of udon soup packets. "You don't have to help me, you know."

He scoffed. "Do you take me as a rude man?"

I lightly laughed. "I never said that! It's just that we don't even know each other!"

He walked closer to me, then stuck out his hand. "Shizuo Heiwajima. You are?"

I shook his hand firmly. "Naomi Kida. Nice to meet you, Shizuo."

I secretly had butterflies in my stomach. 'This guy is so cute!'

"Now that we aren't strangers anymore, let me get the rest of your groceries."

Shizuo lit a cigarette, reminding me I didn't pick any up. "Hey, Shizuo,"

"Hmm?"

I sighed. I was supposed to quit months ago. "Can I bum a cigarette off of you?"

The cancer stick almost fell out of his mouth. "A girl like you smokes? Guess you do learn something new everyday."

I placed my hands upon my hips. "What is that supposed to mean? Am I too innocent looking?"

Shizuo handed me a cigarette. He looked at the ground and mumbled quietly, "Yeah sure."

I borrowed his lighter, since I didn't have mine with me. "You sure are one interesting guy, Shizuo Heiwajima."

His cigarette landed on the ground and was soon smashed by his foot. "You think so?"

I nodded. I checked the time on my phone. I groaned. "I should probably get home soon. Thanks for everything, Shizuo!"

Before he could reply, I jogged towards the direction of my apartment.

Once I got home, I called one of my best friends; Erika Karisawa. I met her in a manga store about two years ago. Ever since then, we've been friends.

"Erika! Hey girl. I had the worst day." I started putting my groceries away, beginning with the pantry.

"Give me details! Did you watch a sad anime?" She replied. Her voice sounded very serious. Weirdo.

"Well, I went grocery shopping right? I got a lot of things since I haven't gone in a while, right?"

"Mhm, continue."

"So there was a fight between Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima. Some guy knocked me down and I scraped my knees, I met both of them, bummed a cigarette off of Shizuo, and here we are!" I finally put everything away and walked over to my couch in my living room and plopped down.

"You met them? Well, what did you think?" She seemed ecstatic. It wasn't a big deal. Maybe just a little deal.

"Izaya rubs me the wrong way. I just feel icky around him!"

Laughter filled my living room from both ends of the phone.

"Shizuo is really nice. He's a real gentleman, even if he doesn't seem like it at first. Also, he, uh,"

"He what?"

I shut my eyes before I responded. "He's... really hot!"

Erika squealed for a good minute before saying any actual words. "This is so perfect! It's like you live in an anime! Shizuo is the hero that saves you from evil Izaya! You're the princess that needs a real man!"

Although that did sound somewhat nice, I shushed my friend.

"Whatever you do, don't get too involved with Izaya. He's hated for a reason."

"Mmhm." I didn't understand why he's supposedly so bad. Maybe Shizuo doesn't like him for some silly reason.

"I'm serious, Naomi." Her voice changed so fast. It's weird.

"Sorry, sorry. Thanks. I'll remember that. I'll talk to you later, Erika."

"Bye Naomi, love you!"

"Love you too, bye."

Okay! So, after reading some messages and a review on this story, I went back to revise and realized I totally messed things up! I switched tenses from past and present in the middle of everything and messed up with point of view! I'm definitely going to revise this story more thoroughly. Thank you everyone who told me I messed things up!

For clarification- This is told from Naomi's point of view. Everything that is happening now has already happened and it's being told like a story. It's kind of a story in a story? I'm going to confuse myself even more.

Thank you guys so much for pointing those errors out. I want to write to my full potential and provide a decent story for all of you.