Guys, just so you know, Alois is going to be 17 in this fanfiction. Don't kill me please

I must say that our time together was not an average love story. As a matter of fact, it could hardly be considered a love story at all. Our encounter to me seemed so odd that some people may not even consider it a friendship. I am no special fairy tale princess either, I just happen to be an average young girl of 16 who bumped into, rather almost knocked off of my feet, by the wrong two fellows on the busy streets of London on a rather windy day. But dear reader, I feel inclined to inform you that if you came here for a juicy, riveting, sappy soap opera story turn back now. I'm sure none of this makes sense now so I guess we'll have to start from the beginning, and please, enjoy.

Jones estate: December 15th 1888, Lord Edgar Jones' study

"James, please call Evalaine in here. I wish to speak with her." The middle aged earl instructed the household butler.

"Yes my lord. When I retrieve her do you wish for me to leave?" The butler asked, picking up the tray with an empty teacup on it.

"Of course! No hurry!"

The butler exited the room and started down the hallway. He decided it would be best to call upon Lady Evalaine before placing the dirty dishes in the scullery for the maid to get. He reached Evalaines door and knocked three quick times.

"May I come on, my lady?" James asked, sounding somewhat muffled to Evalaine through the door.

"Yes James. Make it fast, I'm busy writing a letter." The girl said.

"Well, your father wishes to speak with you alone in his study. I just came to let you know."

"Very well. Thank you James. When you have the chance, please have the maid re-dust in here. She did a foul job last time" She stood up and smoothed out her skirts. James bowed and left the room. Evalaine followed and walked down the hallway to her fathers study. She knocked on the door and walked in.

"Ah hello Evalaine. I think you already know what I am about to ask." Her father said, with a somewhat unhappy sounding tone.

"Yes, I do. The letter from Lord Albert? I was writing him back right before you called for me." She replied, looking down.

"And? Was it a yes?"

"Well... Um, no." Evalaine began to play with her hair uneasily.

"This is highly unsettling. You are 16 Evalaine! You should have already been well engaged for a long time! I didn't set up an arranged engagement for you when you were young because I would have thought that the Jones daughter wasn't so picky!"

"I-I'm sorry... It's just, these boys who send me letters, they just aren't right for me"

"Then who is right for you hmm? You're going to the ball tonight at the Phantomhive manor. Ciel's Fiancé planned it, because he actually did what was expected of him, and he is younger than you!"

"Oh but you know how I hate those tedious parties!"

"I don't want to hear anything of it. Now go out to town and pick out a new dress for the event. I want you looking your prettiest."

Now I know what you're thinking, "This IS a Black Butler fanfiction... isn't it?" Yes well it is, this is where the good part starts. Though I was somewhat excited for picking out a new dress I never did get to the dress shop that day, I'll have you know.

Streets of London: December 15th 1888, Shopping strip

Evalaine was walking down the street, faster than usual. The wind was blowing hard and she was trying to keep her hat upon her head. She put her head down so that the wind wouldn't be in her face. Just then she felt somebody knock into her with such force that she almost fell over.

"Excuse me!" Evalaine said, becoming annoyed by the rudeness of the person. She looked up and saw a butler in front of her. He was a young, tall man unlike James.

"I apologize my lady, my master can become quite careless when he is distressed. Please forgive him." The butler said, with a bow.

"Oh... Uh, It's alr-" Just then the boy began to walk back towards them, looking more annoyed than before.

"Claude! Who is this girl! What are you doing sitting here chatting? We have to go!" The boy said,

this time Evalaine had gotten a better look at him. He was taller than her but not as tall as the butler, and had blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Well, this is the lady whom you almost knocked off her feet. You see, I was simply apologizing for you." The butler replied. The blond boy turned to Evalaine.

"Oh... I'm so sorry my lady! I didn't realize... My name is Alois Trancy. I was in such a hurry that I did not notice you. It would be my honor if you came to my manor for dinner tonight, to say sorry I mean." Alois said, looking somewhat confused by the whole situation.

"Yes well... But, I have a ball to attend tonight. At the Phantomhive manor." Evalaine said.

"Oh nevermind that. I'd much rather have you come to my manor instead, it would be my honor. Besides, if you were going to go for dancing i'm sure we could work something out at my estate. Claude is to tall to make a suitable dancing partner for me."

"Thank you! Actually, I was going to go because my fa-"

"Shhh. Save it for tonight. I haven't the time to chat with you now, no matter how badly I wish to. I'll see you tonight at the time in which the phantomhive ball begins! Goodbye, my lady." Alois kissed Evalaines hand ad began off. Claude bowed to her goodbye and followed behind him, leaving Evalaine on the street, still confused as to what she just agreed to.

And that my dear friends, is how I met Alois and Claude. At that point, I was scared as to whether or not My father would agree. To my surprise, it was easier to convince him than I thought.

Jones Estate: December 15 1888, Garden

Evalaine went out to the garden, and saw her father there having tea. James walked past her, empty tray under his arm. As she approached, Edgar noticed her and called her over.

"Ah Evalaine! You are back faster than I thought! I wish to see your dress you picked out." Edgar said, after taking a sip of tea. Evalaine sat down next to him and began to speak.

"Yes... Well, I didn't get a dress." She said.

"You didn't? Well that's troublesome. Did you not see anything you liked? If that's the case, i'll have James pick something up for you from a different shop. We have time yet."

"Well, that isn't it. You see, I never made it to the dress shop. When I was on the street, a young fellow bumped into me. He actually almost knocked me off of my feet. His butler stopped and apologized, and then he came back and apologized personally. He invited me to dinner and dancing, at his manor tonight."

"H-he did what! How improper of him! What would his Fiancé say if she found out? Who was this boy?"

"It was Lord Alois Trancy..."

"Did you say Lord Alois Trancy? Oh Evalaine! You have to go and make an impression! I knew you could do it!"

"E-Excuse me? I am confused."

"Haven't you heard? It's Alois Trancy, the single young Earl of 17! That's even better than a ball full of single fellows aged at 14. He is the only single young earl aged that old!"

"Yes well I think it was more of a friendship invi-"

"Don'y be silly! You must go. I'll have James go an pick you up and evening dress. In the mean time, you go eat lunch and a lot of it. I don't want you going there on an empty stomach and making a ig of yourself."

And that was that! I was honestly getting sick of people interrupting me that day. And this was how it all started. Please, continue reading. This is only the beginning, believe me darling, the best part is sure to come. Just be patient!

Hey guys. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I decided to change things up and include messages from the main character in italics, settings in bold, and authors notes in bolded underlined and italics. The second chapter is soon to come, in the mean time, drop me a review. If there's anything about the set up you think I should change just let me know.