I got this idea from a fan art. If you want to find it, it's called JackiexElias - Sorry/not sorry, by LadyMika. I, personally found it really funny. So I decided to write a fic about it. Jeez, I hope she doesn't mind… am I supposed to ask her before I write a fic about it first?
Elliott felt himself falling, as somebody collided with him. He caught their shoulder, trying to balance himself, taking them down with him.
His books went flying, and the person landed on top of him, soon to be confirmed as a girl.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, I didn't mean to make you fall! I must have tripped over this stick… accidentally of course! Are you going to be alright?" the girl rambled and all Elliott could manage to say was, "Y-yes... I-I guess…" Hi gorgeous!
Because she was possibly the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen. She was straddling his hips, making him very… erm… uncomfortable. He was propped up on his elbows, and she was leaning so close to him that her bangs were almost touching his face. She had the brightest blue eyes that he had ever seen, and her hair was white, but it was naturally so.
She looked to be about his age, if not a bit younger, and she was leaning in a way that gave him view to her cleavage.
He forced his eyes back to her face. Her blue eyes were half lidded, and she had a small smirk on her face. There was a light blush dusting her cheeks pink.
"Heh," Elliott muttered, and he knew instantly that his face was as red as a tomato.
As she got up, Jackie hid a triumphant grin behind her hand. Success!
Lending him her hand, she slipped a piece of paper in his pocket, and walked away, making sure to swing her hips just a little bit as she did.
Elliott didn't know he had her number in his pocket until he got home, face still slightly flushed, books left at the library all but forgotten on the floor.
"And that is how I stole your fathers heart! And later his pants, too," the latter was said in a whisper so her daughter didn't hear it.
Despite being fourteen, she really didn't need to hear that. While her daughter didn't get her mischievous ways, she still could appreciate the reactions of a good prank.
And that was why the both turned to Elliott, face turned red with anger, silently laughing at him as he spluttered,"Why you little...!"
"I'm so not sorry," Jackie said, eyes still bright with mischief, making his face go just that much more red.
But later that night, his eyes still drifted to that stupid piece of wood that his wife said she tripped over that day, with a fond smile on his face. Even though it sometimes seemed she loved it more than she loves him.
Years latter, their daughter stumbles over that very piece of wood into the arms of the guy she likes. Of course, she didn't know her mother put it there in the first place.